London, India...

So for the last year I've bee milling over questions of what God's will for my life is, and how fashion design can be incorporated, and how I can justify spending thousands of dollars to move to London to go to fashion school when there are starving children in India and Africa that need my love and attention.

Did you know that there are 1.6 billion people in India. 24 million of those people live in Mumbai (that's twice as many people than London). 300,000 of them are street children, that by the age of 7-9 are addicted to drugs and by 14-15 their lives are so screwed up that they are pretty much over. I learned all this at church on Sunday when a man Hillsong sponsors in India spoke. It really hit me hard as he told stories about some of the people they had helped get off the streets. I realized that all those people that I walk by everyday begging have a story...a reason why they are there on the street. In India you are usually born into poverty and can't get out, but in London they can get out. So I've decided to help them. This was all revealed to me as I was walking home from dinner one day with my friends and then the next day when I was church and it all kind of came together in my mind. It actually started about a week ago when I was walking to the tube by Marks and Spenser's. There was this cute little old man sitting on the ground outside the store. I really wanted to just go sit next to him and talk and find out his story, but I was running late as usually and had to make sure I caught my train so I just kept walking. He was on my mind on and off all week, then Saturday night on my way home from having pizza with friends I ran into a girl about 14. She came up to me begging for money for food. I was so shocked b/c I was talking and not paying attention and I didn't see her approach, that I got all weird inside and flustered and said sorry no I didn't (all I had were cards on me b/c I'd changed purses and left my change in the other one) and walked really fast. She followed me and so we hurried away. I could not stop thinking about her (I mean why is someone so young begging for food...she has her entire life in front of her) and we were standing on the corner by where I live and talking and saying bye to our friend that had come. I was looking down and realized I had 1/2 a pizza in my hands. I really wanted to run back and give it to her but she was gone. I had been so consumed on what I couldn't give her that I didn't realize what I could give her. It bothered me all night. Then at church as I listened to him speak I realized I could help India. I live on Edgware road aka India capital of London...all the homeless people around where I live are Indian also. I was walking home that night after church and the same girl came up to me again. I didn't have anything at all this time, but I decided next time I would. So I think I'm going to feed the homeless on my road. Jita said she'll come help me b/c she's done it before and it can get a little ugly. Once she bought a woman a sandwich and the lady threw it back at her and called her some rude things...so some only want ur money but others really do appreciate it. So I think I'm going to cook some veggies and divide them into baggies and then go hand them out (need to keep it nutritious), maybe get to know some of them. So we'll see...but I feel that God has really put that on my heart and may become my mission while here in London. Operation Kat feeding the homeless...

:) Well that's all I can type out right now. I'm sooooooo tired. So miss you all and love you! xoxo

Love KL