You know, so often we hear of Christians going overseas and dedicating their lives to the 'mission field' - and I am thankful for that. But how often do we look out our back door - in our neighborhoods, our communities, our states - and reach out to those in our own land? Sometimes reaching the world isn't found in day-long plane flights or trips across the borders, but in reaching those right here that can spread the Word as well. Just like there are forgotten generations, there are forgotten peoples. Forgotten nations. Forgotten lands. The poverty and anguish that we see on the tv on the nights we're up at 3am aren't only in Africa or Indonesia. They're in Montana, South Dakota, Arizona. They're right here, at our fingertips, but they are forgotten.

There is burning deep within me to do something. Make a difference. Change a nation. Give hope to the people who have never known it. And I know that if God is calling me to that, making it my heart's desire, it will be done.