Story of hope

Last night I went on a work assignment to take pictures of people who were going to see the African Children's Choir.

I had been planning to take the photos and scat before the show started, but I ended up being asked by my boss to stay at least until intermission to take a feature photo for her.

I entered the show and was thrilled. While I've never been a huge fan of African tribal music, I had so much fun watching those kids perform, no - play, on stage. While those kids were laughing, singing and playing onstage, while one little boy sang "I don't know what I am meant to be, it really isn't clear to me," a light lit in my heart.

I walked in thinking I wouldn't have anything in common with these kids. That I would enjoy a new cultural experience... one that had very little to do with me at all.

But I'm exactly the same as that little boy. I have no idea where God wants me to be. But as the chorus rose "We have hope, He gives us hope." I felt better. I've been having a hard time lately. Not exactly starving children in Uganda hard, but we all have our own set of problems. One of mine is that I'm graduating in two months and I don't know what to do with my life.

Should I try to be a journalist, as much as it stresses me? Should I work for Girl Scouts -- but where could that journey go? I'm unsure, I'm a little afraid and I wish I could ask my Mom for advise. But if those children from one of the worst places and situations on the planet can just give it all to Him, what the hell am I waiting for? What is stopping me from anything? I haven't a clue where I'm going, but I have God's love; I have hope.

And that's good enough for me.