“Vegging out” on the couch is almost an impossibility these days as channel after channel are filled with heart-wrenching stories and horrific attacks across the globe.

The uneasiness it stirs in my soul, coupled with the guilt I feel for wanting to switch to a mindless comedy or reality show makes want to belt out with Mathew West;

“I woke up this morning

Saw a world full of trouble now

Thought, how’d we ever get so far down

How’s it ever gonna turn around

So, I turned my eyes to Heaven

I thought, “God why don’t you do something?”

(And in His ironic wisdom),

He said, I did, I created you.”

So quickly we can dismiss these words as

‘just another song we hear driving down the road’

Or, maybe that’s just me.

It is so easy for us to repost stories and images across the pages of whatever our chosen form of Social media happens to be at that moment.

There! We’ve done something.

But have we really?

I began to break out of my semi-comatose journey through life.

I began to watch people and look for those that actually heeded that call.

This is way overdue, but I decided to share some of those stories with you!

Stories of the neighbor that welcomed my Mom when she moved into a new neighborhood,

Stories of Foster parents and people young and old, moving out of their comfort zone to follow the call to “Do Something”.

If you heard a cry, would you answer the call?

One day I received a phone call from an acquaintance that lived a few hours away. She wanted prayer for a young woman that was in the hospital, in my city, seriously ill.

Of course! How could I not pray? But, I didn’t really feel that was enough. It wasn’t just for me to do.

  I sent out a message to a few young women that I knew, a plea for this girl to see a peer ~ face to face ~ to know she was not in this fight alone.

Soon after, one of the young women responded, knowing, almost expecting this time was predestined.

Keri met me at the doors of the hospital, and we nervously rode the elevator up to the designated room. Our fears were quickly dissuaded when the girl acknowledged to her mother she was expecting us.

We had a wonderful visit with her and her family, and checked back weeks later to make sure she was doing well.

But one moment in time wasn’t enough for Keri.

I met her last year on a mission trip we took to Guatemala, it seems as though the seed of being the change she wanted to see in the world had barely taken root.

Her desire now is thriving, and she won’t be satisfied with just a week. Keri is leaving soon to go on the World Race!

What is the World Race? It is an adventure of traveling to 11 countries in 11 months “Doing Something!

(Or, what I would give up chocolate  to do if my husband would just let me.)

True, we can’t all just pack up and leave to travel around he world helping the “least of these” for the greater part of a year.

But, like me, you can help Keri on her journey!

Pray for her, support her and read about her journey and the World Race here:


I’ll be back soon with more stories of people who are out there Doing Something,

Maybe I can write about YOU!