I have become accustomed to mockery in my lifetime. People have criticized my politics, my style, my tattoos, even something as simple as the food I eat. Through it all, however, I have remained steadfast in my beliefs, I have continued to wear what I want, do what I want with my own skin, and I have never compromised something I believe in. Now it seems that I am yet again under attack, this time by the people I love and value the most: my family.
For years we have differed on views of my future. Let me say that again: MY future. In high school it was never much of an issue, they knew I wanted to work in the field of anti-human trafficking but because I was young and without a degree, I suppose they saw it as the romanticized passions of a teenager. In college, we had minor disagreements on degrees. My mother wanted me to go into nursing, but I knew that was not the path for me. I finally settled on the field of Communication, after switching from English. It was then that I knew journalism was my true calling, but not just any journalism. Conflict journalism. I knew I wanted to be on the front lines, where no one else would go, so that I could begin to make a difference in lives. Why should I stay comfortably out of danger when thousands die each day and aren’t given the choice of safety? I knew my family would not agree, just as they refused to see my passion for Africa and its people.
Yes, I have become the black sheep of my family. Some children become ostracized for matters of drug abuse, crimes, immoral lifestyles… I have become shunned because I am choosing to follow the calling placed on my life, a calling ordained by God. To be clear, I am not trying, in any way, to victimize myself. My intentions for writing this down are (1. to vent these pent up frustrations before they turn into anger (2. to state the fact that I will not stray from the course I am on. I am going to dedicate my life to the freedom and well being of others, and I will do so until I die or until peace graces this earth. It hurts to be rejected by family, the pain of having those who you love not believe in you is truly a heart wrenching thing, but I can not stand aside and allow this calling to be lost. Many great men have been rejected and criticized. So, continue to mock me if you will, but I am a determined woman and I will not falter, I will not waver, and I will not fail.
“What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?”
– Romans 8:31