Shoe the Shoeless

  Shoe the Shoeless was such a beautiful day spent with New Life Academy! Esther (founder) and Mr. Ashton (head master) had everything so organized and put together that when we showed up that early morning all we really had to do was help decorate and wait for the festivities to begin.

All the children sat in one room waiting eagerly as the workers arrived. To stay distracted and occupied they led each other in worship filling the school with a joyful noise unto Jesus.

As the kids were singing songs and playing different areas were set up to host different activities that would be taking place during the day. One area of was set up for braiding, one room was set up for shaving, and another room was for shoes.

Braiding!

Shaving!

Shoes!

And then we ATE!

During all these events we couldn't help but notices all the little faces watching, and peering through the windows outside and our hearts broke for them.

So simply we just asked Jesus to multiply the food and HE DID! What was to have only fed near 200 people fed near 400!!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you to every one who donated, who sowed into to these precious babies lifes. This day would not have have been the same with out YOU!

5 men and Angels

A few weeks ago all of us sat in our prayer room located above the brothel, worshiping and praying and just drawing closer to Jesus. During this time one of the girls from Iris team saw what looked to be like a big bright, white light come into the room. She said that it came and sat right in the middle of the room and then it suddenly started flowing and going out of the open door in the room. After a couple hours Bre , another missionary here, walked into the room and began to share with us an amazing story.  She said that as she arrived five men were standing right underneath our door staring up in awe. She ended up talking with them and found out that they were pimps/ johns and that they were just walking by on their way home after their busy night of work.  They planned on just passing by but as they looked up at our open door and heard the music they saw what looked to be light flowing from the room. Mesmerized by the light they stayed watching until suddenly they watched as the light flowed down to them and suddenly became big spiritual beings glowing white, and these beings began to tell them about the love of God! The angels began to tell them about how much God loves them and that God wasn’t looking at all their sin but that He wants them just as they are! The men told Bre that they never knew all those things about God and they had no idea how much He loved them! Even as they finally began to walk away they continued to make comments like, “Did you see how big they were!” and “I had no idea God was so good!”

That’s one way to stop prostitution! Worship and let the angels do the ministering! Hahaha! I am so filled with joy and so in awe as I think about how much bigger God is than my own mind can conceive! God totally amazes me! Thank you Daddy God for sending your angels to minister your goodness to those men! Thank you Daddy God for their lives! I can only imagine the party in heaven that happened as those five pimps confessed the goodness of God! WOOOOOHOOOOOO!

 

 

-- Shanna Fullmer a friend, and missionary that worked along side me this season wrote this blog, it was to good not just steal what she already had! You can find her blog here!

Joy in the Turmoil

It has been a long while since I've written one of these things, and I barely know where to start.

To be honest, I really, really wanted to make this blog bright eyed and bushy tailed… Don’t get me wrong, God is SO faithful; he is still on the throne, he loves us STILL. I am just in the midst of one “those” seasons.  The training season…. Oh the seasons of growing pains and jumping into the deep end! There has been NO shortage of tears, heart ache, and just simple loneliness these past 6 months.

I could sit here and tell you all about the heart ache, and the trials, and how hard my season was.  BUT, that is not who I WANT to be. Sure, the dramatic diva in me wants to throw all my turmoil on the table and tell you all about every bump, and bruise, and stolen moment. BUT, BUT, BUT GOD! 

Nope, this season God has physically showed up in my sobbing on the floor I can’t see tomorrow moments. This season, Daddy God has pushed me into a deeper revelation of his love, a deeper understanding of what kingdom justice looks like. This season I have learned how to trust him with everything inside of me for strength tomorrow. This season I have learned how important it is to CHOOSE to come in the opposite spirit when everything else around you screams just to sit down and not fight the good fight. In this season I learned that even on my worst days God continued to whisper truth that shook my core back to his beautiful gaze.  

The turmoil in my “rough” season will NEVER add up the “rough” day Jesus took for me on that cross. My “roughest” day will never compare to the little girl locked in the room that I pass every day, or the precious child in Syria who is fleeing from chemical weapons….  My “roughest” season is never an easy way out to toss up the white flag and walk away… 

Every season of joy, loneliness, or uncharted waters is a season that was pre destined before for the foundations of the earth! God never wonders away, he never lets his gaze leave us for a second…  Even in the midst of my rough season, God never, ever left me side. God brought me to this season for the plans that he has placed deep in my heart, he just needs to reveal a little more of himself through turmoil, through the pain, through the unknown…. 

The girl I WANT to be is a girl who wakes up to find the glory in EACH day. The girl I want to be is the girl who will continue to fight and learn even in the rough season. The girl I want to be is thankful that the God of the universe is constantly reminding me of who He is, and how He reaches down to me, this little soul that so easily finds turmoil in the seemingly "tough" times.  The girl I want to be, the girl I AM, will rejoice and be glad in every day, every season, and will fight for justice and freedom, always!

 So, here is to closing the chapter of this season and leaving Africa sooner than expected. As much as I hate good buys and puffy red faces, God is calling me home for a season of rest and healing…  I will be heading home September 13, and YES this was not the plan, BUT it’s HIS will, HIS plans, HIS kingdom… There are plans in the work to hit the ground running again mid December/January!

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

^16-18 So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever

Baby Isabella

A few blogs ago I wrote about one of my friends and how she was in a battle to keep her baby or not. My sweet friend had already tried to abort the baby 4 different times and she was never successful, so her next solution was to just had the baby over to me. 

I would go over to her house every Sunday afternoon and just love on her and just speak life over her when all she ever heard was death. She would always keep her head down in shame and would never look me in the eyes, unless we were talking about "the man in white" who would come to her at night in her dreams. In those small little moments I would watch her come alive, I saw her shoulders lay back in safety, and watch the walls around her heart fall. Our glory moments we had together. There was no music, no fluff, no lights or signs and wonders, it was just her telling ME about the "the man in white". That night as I left her house it was different. The way she hugged me was different, the way she asked me one more time to raise her baby was different. It was just different. 

We had a plan, my pastor and I. We had a plan for if ... well when she came to my door step with this baby. We were prepared to hand the baby off to the police station, and from there they would place our sweet baby in an orphanage.... I was given the honor to name the baby, and I was trying so hard to guard my heart and prepare my self to hand the baby over. The orphanage would be better than I. I am in no position to take this baby, nor has God asked me to.... We had a plan, it was a plan we have all prayed over, cried over, and I know even to this day that was the right plan and it was going to take place in just a few short days.

Sunday rolled around, and I hadn't heard from my friend in a few days. She hadn't had the baby yet so I made my normal trek over to her house. As I walked in, the door was wide open and the room was empty. All that was left of the room was dirt. She was gone. I tried calling her phone over and over and over again,but her phone was off. I just stood in the door and cried out to God. I opened my eyes to find one of the village momma's holding my hand. With tears in her eyes, she started to tell me where my friend was. The night before she had tried just one more time to abort the baby and she was successful. It was a little girl, Baby Isabella. ( Isabella means God's promise) 

Ah. The plan. We had a plan. 

The momma then goes on to tell me the next morning she packed up all her stuff and the kids and just left. As she was leaving, she kept saying "I am so shamed, I am so shamed", "Bre Bre, will be so shamed"... 

My heart hurts.I miss my friend. My heart hurts for her. I will never know what it feels like to have death knocking on the door for the baby inside me. I will never know what it feels like to not choose life for a baby whom I fear with live in the same poverty and hell my other kids live in. I will never know. 

Abortion is not the answer. It never was the answer. My friend didn't want to have Baby Isabella out of fear, and hurt. She was walking in a life of darkness and couldn't bare to drag one more child in the dirt with her. I do know that I love her even more now. My heart longs to just hold her, and pray away the shame. I do know that "the man in white" never left her side. I do know that even in all the sorrow, the joy is that Baby Isabella is getting rocked in the fathers love. Baby Isabella, my sweet girl who will be waiting  for me at the pearly gates

Pray with me for my friend, and for her life. Pray protection and love to just fill the pain and shame. Pray that she will say YES to Jesus' love and that she will stop and let him love her. Pray for my heart, and the hearts of all the women all over the world, dealing with shame and death knocking at their babies door. 

Romans 12:12  Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.

Romans 8:6 For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.

Can’t Be Bought – Boundaries

In an environment where boundaries have been labeled non-existent our prayer this week was to teach the girls healthy boundaries. But for the moment we opened our months, our girls were so lost… We asked if anyone knew what a boundary was, and we heard the crickets in America it was so silent. We were able to get hula-hoops and it was a fun way to teach the girls personal space visually by having the hula-hoop as the “boundary”. We wanted to reinforce their value through the understanding that the uncomfortable feelings experienced when someone crosses their “hula-hoop” boundary are normal, and that it’s okay to feel.

We rolled out the life-size body cut out and got to show the girls, “red”, “green”, and “yellow” zones that were in their “hula-hoop”! That’s when we dived into feelings. And that’s when we really lost the girls… They could not wrap little minds around the fact that A) it’s not their fault when someone crosses their “hula-hoop”, and B) that it’s okay to feel unsafe when someone crosses your “hula-hoop”.

Again, most of the girls had never heard that they have boundaries much less that they have a right to feel uncomfortable or have a right to act on these feelings in order to protect their bodies and their hearts. So, telling them that what they have learned their whole life was wrong and they do have “RED” zones that are not okay for anyone to touch, rocked their worlds.

It sounds so simple to us, that we have boundaries, and we have NO GO zones… But, it’s not simple here. The girls think everything on their bodies is green, that they don’t have a right to say no.

We are going to do this lesson again next week with a tiny little twist in it. Our girls this week just didn't get. They don’t understand that they have a right to say no… They don’t understand that it is not normal to sell your body. They don’t understand that they have a right to protect their little hearts.

The injustice here, it breaks my heart, and I know that Daddy God is up there weeping with me. Jesus, let kingdom come here on EARTH as it is in heaven. I can’t wait to walk the pearly streets with my precious girls, with pure hearts, clean hands, and hula-hoops to play games with not to teach with.  

Can't Be Bought - I am Unique

Can't Be Bought 

3 schools.

Grades 4-6.

1000 girls.

14 lessons.

6 days a week. 

4 team members.

1 God. 

Having 250 precious big brown eyes looking at you  hearing that they are special for the first time ever, is a moment engraved on my heart forever. It was a moment of joy and sorrow. I wanted to cry as I was holding her and never let her go. 

My heart was heavy on my way home, for this was only week 1... This lesson was filled with get to know you questions, games, and doing their fingerprints to see that they are so unique that God even wanted their tiny little fingerprints to be special. It wasn't even a "hard" lesson, and already the reality of her life, of all the girls life; is they have NO idea that they are special, they have no idea what their worth is,  or that someone bigger than them loves them.... 

They don't know. 

Do your babies know that they are a 

unique? Do you tell them no matter how old they are, that you love them, and how important they are to you? Do you remind them even when you don't want to that they are a precious child of God?

Today, right now, don't let another minute go by, and make sure the kids in your life know with out any doubt that they are valuable, that are SO loved! 

For, we can not have any more generations walking around not knowing that they have worth and value. Its not okay. We must raise up Kings and Queens knowing their identity!  

Can't Be Bought... I thought I was coming to teach girls worth, and prevent them from selling their precious bodies... Only to come and watch them teach ME and love on me... 

Week 1 was beautiful. Its just the start of it all. Jesus is about to invade these precious girls and teach them what it means to be a valuable daughter of the Kings of Kings.. 

God Can. I can't.

As I was walking through the village I hear "BREEEE" "Mama BREEEE"... I couldn't see any little bodies, just houses and trees... Again I here "Mama BREEEEE", all the sudden the palm try a couple feet away started to giggle... 

My balloon babies.

As they all were clinging onto every inch of me we walked to the closet mango tree and we sat in the dirt and ate mangos... I just sat there and cried and ate my mango with these precious children...  My babies are dirty, their clothes are in rags, and their little feet have worms in them, and they are hungry. 

The tiniest ballon baby, Nixon has white hair, that is a sign of melnutrution...  He is 3, but he is a tiny little guy. His little bones stick out with his belly weighing more than him.  He is snuggled up right under my neck. I can feel him breathing on me and with every breath another tear falls.  I just needed to help him, but when I opened my eyes I realized its not just Nixon, its ALL the balloon babies. Its every girl trapped in a brothel right now, its every hungry child I pass by everyday. The need is everywhere.

My balloon babies, just sat with me and wiped away my tears. 

I don't have the answer. I can't feed everyone in Kenya. I can't run into every brothel and rescue the hundreds of baby girls. I can't do it all. I can't help every need. I can't.. 

God can. 

I didn't want to be super spiritual at that moment. I was mad at God. How, how can this be life for millions of people all over the world? It hurts my heart to know that every night when I lay my head down, right down the street a child goes to bed hungry every single night... 

God CAN. 

It's not my own strength.  It will never  will be my own strength. It will never be my job to feed everyone back to health. 

God can.

My job is to love God. My job is to stop for one, and feed them. My job is to stop for my balloon babies and feed them. My job is to stop when God says stop. 

God can.

I may never be able to feed thousands and thousands of kids, and thats okay, because God can.  

For now, I will feed Nixon and my balloon babies. I will start where God says start, and thats perfectly okay. 

God CAN and he WILL.  

He loves Nixon, and my balloon babies, and US more than I could ever know. I may never know the answer to end world hunger, but God sure does. And I know that his words never fail. 

GOD CAN. 

                     

 Please pray with me for my babies. That their tummies would be full. That their families would continue to welcome me in with love..  That I could continue to feed them and love them, and that their families would walk into the Kingdom with us! 

 

 

Dust

I see dust and my mind automatically goes to unclean, nasty, dirty... When guests come over that is one of the first things we go and clean, all the random book shelves, and TV stands that haven't been dusted in months and have just been collecting little clumps of dirty earth particles that turn into dust. 

In our mind dust is a bad thing, but it's part of life. We have come to accept that dust will collect in our homes and the minute you clean the dust you know that in due time it will be back. It's a cycle. A dirty nasty cycle that never ends. 

I have quickly learned that my precious friends I have made on the streets at night, and the beautiful girls that surround us daily, have been taught that they are dust. That they are nasty, dirty, little clumps of particles that are in a never ending cycle of sex. They are cleaned up during the day just to go out at night and get wiped up and tossed in the trash and told how dirty they are and deserve to be there. 

This is reality for them, right? However, isn't it reality for us to? We all started out as dust. We all started out as nasty, dirty clumps of earth, that our Father then formed us out of dust from the ground and blew into our nostrils the breath of life. 

From that moment we came alive, a living soul.. Can you imagine God picking up this dirty pile of dust and looking at and saying my beloved, you are mine, and I am making beauty from ashes.. We came alive. He made a beautiful thing from what we call nasty. He made us clean. He BREATHED life into us. 

That is Gods reality for my precious friends, for his beautiful little girls, for us. He is taking our chaos, taking our dirty mess and making it beautiful. He is giving us life, giving us value, giving us eternal hope,  and giving us beauty. 

All around this place hope is springing up from dirty ground

Out of chaos life is being found in HIM

Out of chaos the dirty cycle is being changed, life is being found

All around this place hope is springing up from HIS breath of life

One day at a time.

This is the truth. I have the freedom, the opportunity to do something about it. The truth is that HE loves these children just as much as HE loves me and now that I know, I am responsible. - Katie Davis

I can't just walk into a village and tell a child that Jesus loves them. For they can not comprehend love, for chances are they have never ever been loved. I have to feed them, clothe them, care for them, and love her SO unconditional as I tell them that I love you. Once they SEE love and can understand and see my love, I can begin to tell her about a Savior who love them EVEN more. 

That is the truth for these babies. That they know they are worth being cared for, that they are worthy of being loved.. The truth is that their Savior has a plan and a never ending hope for them that is NO where near the label orphan...  That is a beautiful truth. 

This is my mission. That beautiful truth is what gets me up in the morning. That is the path I am choosing to stand up for. To give love. Choose love. Be love. Those 164.8 MILLION children deserve to be showed their value. Low and Slow. One hug. One kiss. One bowl of a rice a day. One child walking out of slavery a day. 

At the end of March I will be heading back to Africa, on a one way ticket, and working with Justice Rising. I will be serving the Lord through projects that are working to rebuild a community in love and see an END to Sex trafficking in this community! The Lord crossed his arms in faith for me - it's now my time to step up and fight for these treasures. 

Will you take the risk with me? Will you choose love everyday? Will you fight for the dreams the lord has placed inside you?

Will you take a leap of faith and just pray with the Lord and see if you are being lead to support me monthly, EVERY penny counts. This will cover all of my expenses from food,water,rent, transportation, to feeding the hungry... 

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Thank you for believing in me.... for seeing my heart.