“I could only imagine my own family having to endure such hardship, running for their lives, and I was brought to tears. As a Dinka girl, Rebecca describes being confused as to why the same colored people would hate them so much and what it was like to have to fight for basic human rights, food, water, and shelter.“
“The excitement becomes trapped in my paralyzing fears. All the words I longed to say to others are overwhelming my mind but unable to come out. Instead of an out of body experience it's an in-body experience. I wonder around, wide eyed with panic, praying so hard to become unstuck.
Trapped in myself, I go unnoticed. I miss the relationships. I don't get to hug. I silence my redemption story. I don't meet the new people, and they don't meet me. I'm robbed of everything I was meant to have.
What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be normal? I wanted so badly to be here. Am I not Christian enough? They probably think I don't like them. God, why am I like this?”