The very beginning… What this blog is all about
Hi. I’m Katelynn, and
I am so glad you are here.
So, I have this thing
for special needs babies and orphans in Africa.
(OK, I guess you could call it an obsession.)
Although I am not the
best writer, far from the most educated girl you will encounter and am the
worst person with being on time of anyone in the WORLD – I do have an enormous
hope for change...
No one is perfect and
who would I be helping with this blog anyways if I claimed to ever have it all
going on? So, I have decided to
make this blog as honest and real as they come.
Born in Wisconsin,
homeschooled for 8 years before attending “real” high school and college, who
fell in love with traveling in college after living in Monterey, San Francisco,
Barcelona and Paris within a 3 year gap (normally with just enough money to
survive - talk about some CRAZY adventures I need to write down!)
I guess I am not so “normal”
come to think of it, because I do think that the majority of girls my age plan their future dreaming about
a reliable job, the hunk that will sweep them off their feet, weddings,
babies, the picket fence, and the nice vacations they will take (every so often
when they can get off work.)
Not me.
You see, all I can seem to be
able to dream about is
Africa.. and how I am so unwilling to have been blessed with SO MUCH STUFF (material junk) when there are kids over there with no mommy, dinner or shoes.
But enough about me! “ME”
is not what this blog is about – this blog is about Him and about bringing
HOPE.
Love &
Healing
to the children who literally
have NOTHING.
Children like ….
Sweet Zak; Who when found weighed 30 lbs
at 10 years old, and was not being fed…
because
of his disability.
Zak is now at the brand new Ekisa
orphanage and doing well! Ekisa, is one of
the FEW orphanages for special needs children which was opened by a 22 year old
girl from Indiana who BELIEVED she could make a difference, and stepped out in
faith and has accomplished with God’s help the unimaginable!
Now,
normally when I start talking about my passion for disabled children in Africa [to
be treated as worthwhile and understood rather than stigmatized, and many times
abused and starved – more on that later though] I normally get asked – well, have
you ever been to Africa?
“I am going.”
It feels
so weird saying that, because for as long as I can remember, I have been
obsessed with this passion (so much so I even chose my major because of it) and
to admit I have not been in Africa yet boggles my mind, and perhaps the mind of
others as well.
But, then I remember…
that I am “only”
23
that timing is truly
everything
and that the time,
MY AFRICA TIME,
is
really,
truly,
finally,
NOW.
Won’t you PLEASE come
along with me on this journey? It is sure to be one heck of an adventure, and I
would love to have you along for the ride!
a beautiful description, written by a native of Africa. <33
