Basket case.

I am this and I am that and I am just everything in between. I am a basket case.

I sit feverishly cold in my comfty bed last night, just praying for them. Praying for the children left hungry, cold, and alone...without even the comfort of touch, much less the warm bed I'm sitting in. I pray for the children at Amani, and Amazimi, and I pray and pray and pray for those little hearts in Ekisa. I pray for Debrah and Walter and Zac as I don't know them and they don't know me-but I sure do love them all the same. They are taped all over my walls and just plastered across my heart. I bend low like Katie Davis and I pray hard like anyone who listens to God and I just yearn for change. I yearn and thirst for a change in the world and a change in my heart. I am a basket case. That's what I am.