Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The afterglow. The touch of Jesus still radiant on my skin. And a hand. A hand upon my heart sealing it for Him. This is the essence of life. What I live for. But oh how I’d forgotten, forgotten how good it can be. […]
I’ve been thinking a lot about vulnerability lately. And how becoming a missionary or a leader can kill that. Nothing exposes our weaknesses as much as trying to leadĀ projects or people. There is a constant struggle for perfection, to want others to see that your ministry is great or thriving or ābetterā than somebody else’s.
āYou must enter into the rest of God and that, My children, would mean that you have presented to Me those things which trouble you to such an extent of love and faith that you are able, indeed, to enter in.” Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā -Bill and Marsha
I was recently quoted in an article about the rise of prostitution in young girls in Juba and the Uganda border.
Salome is a beautiful girl I met two years ago in the slum. When I met her, she had such a sweet, sad smile. A smile full of regret. But there was a tenderness in her I was drawn to. She was pregnant with yet another man’s baby. A man who paid and left. I
“All journeys that really matter start deep inside us.” -Michele Perry, Love Has A Face– I’m learning to live as one who is loved by God. It isn’t easy sometimes to stop and receive when the needs of so many press down on you. But it’s the only way to live, its the only way
To believe, even though shredded, even though crazy and impossible, this is where faith goes to live or to die. To put it all on the line. To bear hope. To look into a mother’s eyes and tell her you believe her dead little girl can live….It is one of the hardest things I’ve had
Ā I think breakthrough is often less about what changes externally, and more about what changes internally. Often, when we are spiritually attacked we look at the enemy or we look at the circumstances. But isn’t God saying that if we look at Him and we rest in Him, He will fight for us?
I wrote this poem several weeks ago in a dark time, when everything seemed to be going wrong. Two babies had died and our prayers and faith had failed to bring them back to life. I had been through betrayal of a staff member. We had to give some of our children back. The injustice
I’m the kind of person who cries a lot. I cry during sad movies. I even cry at happy ones. Like Sea-biscuit. I think that God probably has an X-Large bottle in heaven for my tears. Something more akin to a water tank here in Uganda than a perfume
“Educating girls can break cycles of poverty in just one generation.” Educated girls stand up for their rights, marry and have children later, educate their own children, and their families and communities thrive.” Ā Ā -Girl Rising- I was so excited I couldn’t wait to share. Our 14 girls rescued from sexual exploitation, child prostitution,
Vanessa pulls her orange skirt over her feet. Her shirt is covered with red hearts. She traces the ground as she cries. Her step father used to call men over to rape her. Used to pimp her and laugh as she cried behind the curtain. Too small. Legs,
