I see you. God says, as my heart breaks. I know. He says, as I turn into the covers to cry. If you ask Him for compassion, if you ask Him, to help you love. He will blow your heart wide open. Love, such a beautiful thing. But it hurts too. Last week, my […]
It’s funny that I used to think Gulu was my dream. Was really living life on the edge. I used to think it was pretty adventurous that I learned how to drive a Toyoto truck on a road full of long-horned cattle and never killed a pedestrian. Today I saw a mzungu girl (“whitie”) driving
I’m honored to say, InCourage blog for women recently featured this blog post: I know how God’s heart breaks now. I know the fault lines and the wrinkled scars, I know where the flesh is still tender. I know the jagged points, and the parts that wear a weary smile. And the parts that are blackened
I don’t mind the storms in Africa. The thunder thick clouds, the wind-whip and the rumble. A split spark of lightening in the blue-bruised sky. The ferocious thrashing of rain in sheets. The way it washes the dirt clean. The way the rainy season makes the world reborn. And the calm green after. But I
I have to be honest and say its been one of the rougher seasons for me and I am so looking forward to our break in May. It’s been a rough ride (literally) 🙂 driving up and down bumpy roads back and forth to Kampala trying to be gracious in the face of persecution, trying
This is the season of waiting. The dust makes tornadoes in the road and the wind whips. The clouds gather heavy with expectation
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 lead projects or people. There is a constant struggle for perfection, to want others to see that your ministry is great or thriving or “better” than somebody else’s.
“You 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.” -Bill and Marsha
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
