Why?

"Why are you here?"

We were all asked this question earlier this week. It made my mind stop...stick...think. It took a few moments until I realized.

I was grabbed. I think that's the best word for it...grabbed. I didn't choose to love these people.

I fell. Fell in love.

I didn't make a commitment. I didn't choose an action. In fact, the first time I came, all I did was say okay when my father told me we were going to the Indian reservation. TPs and feathers whirled through my head. On arriving, I was shocked by the blank fields, agriculture, and box houses. That was eight years ago. Or nine. I've lost track.

I just said "yes I'll go."

God did the rest.