Today started off like any other, me constantly pressing snooze to the 5,00 alarms I set in an attempt to motivate myself to go to the gym for an early morning workout. I rather enjoy the mornings, they're like my little piece of utter reflection and solitude. I love how the morning light comes through my blinds and kisses my cheeks...I love the time for me. So imagine my dispair when a seemlying harmless text message from a friend spun my mind into a dismal of discouragement. The content of the message, if I regaled in it once again, might send me on another raging rampage that I must digress. But the implications of it brought me to issues of social justice. Issues plaquing women, communities of color, batteles with self esteem due to systematic opression, political promaganda, all at my door step at 8am this morning. Now let me be clear in saying these are topics I deal with every single day. They are my stomping ground and I live each day to tackle different issues. But at 8am?! it was so much. Not for the morning but the harsh reality of the vast amount of issues in the world, issues that I am standing in right now and being comfronted with...is so much. So I thought to myself: How can a person like me, one person, even begin to tackle and address the mass amount of injustices and issues of oppession in our society? Who am I? I became certain in my self pity that with the span of my infleunce and the centuries of wrong doing there was little to nothing that this girl could do. Then another text message. A "how is your morning" message from a close friend. I recited to him my current woes of the lack of faith I had in my visions and dreams in that moment and my doubt that one person could make a difference. His responds was more that I could have ever hoped for: "Yea but so was Jesus, and look what he did. And he said you'd do greater things yet. So I'm pretty sure the world better get ready for you." Now it may have me my tendency to become overwhelmed with emotion but I began to tear up. He had so much faith in me. For me a comparison to Christ might seem undeserved or blasphamist but for me it was a humble reminder that I was made in his image and likeness. It was an affirmation that I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me. It was a wake up call that I have been put on this earth to do great things and that is exactly what I intend to do. I have a job here, and at times it may seem overwhelming or unfair but I know that every day when I get up I can make a change. Whether that be the chance to speak in front of groups of people and educate them or a silent smile to a strange that conveys that I have faith in them, everything matters. I thank God for creating me for a purpose and I pray that everyday I can somehow live that out.