if you won't give up,i won't give up;;

sometimes, life can be a heavy thing.

not like a burden.

or a cross to carry.

just heavy.

today was supposed to bring my first actual field search for a missing person.

or, for the body that is......

it ended up raining pretty heavily, making the already frigid weather worse.

instead we ended up at the small chuch that brad,

our founder, our trainer and all around swell guy,

pastors.

the longer i find myself in this kind of work,

the heavier and heavier it gets.

the stories of missing children get harder and harder to hear.

the pictures get harder and harder to see,

because the numbers are growing.....

and the violence is growing......

and the rape is growing.....

and the murder is growing.....

and what's worse....

we are outnumbered.

it pains me to know that we spend time visiting churches,

teaching them, showing them, even giving them opportunities to help,

and all to almost no avail.

God's "people" are great in number....

when they can get something out of it....

when they can feel good from a sermon and go home happy.

all the while....

2300 children go missing in the united states everyday.

sold for sex.

sold for drugs.

sold for a buck.

stolen for a fantasy.

beaten for a thrill.

and the majority,

they never get to home happy again.

because they never get to go home again.