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

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... 

If so you can send your tax deductible donation to:
War Cry Prayer Ministries, Inc
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Write 'Breanne' in the memo field / 100% of your donation comes to me! 

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

Bella House

I had the honor to visit Bella house, a Rescue and Rehabilitation home for child prostitutes and sex-trafficked victims in Kenya, Africa. There are currently 5 girls living at Bella House, ranging from age 8 to 20. These precious baby girls all have stories that are straight from hell, stories of being sold and tossed to the side by countless men every single night. Stories that make you lose your breath and make the magic carpet come right out from under your feet. I am not allowed to go into their specifics stories, for one they are not mine to tell, and their stories do NOT define them! For when you look in their beautiful eyes you see the glory of the Lord and more hope than you could ever imagine. They have faith that can move mountains, and set captives free, and I can say that I got to spend 3 glorious weeks filled with love, laughter, and SO much joy.

These girls have more joy than you can even believe, Bella House is a house full of FUN!  They start off the morning with family time and we got to worship the lord at the top of our lungs and every day the girls would thank the lord over and over and over again that they get to be like Queen Esther now. I really hope that people understand, those girls have been at Bella House only 3 months, and they are laid down lovers of the lord already! They went from hell … To living a life where they walk around the house praying, where they want to worship and dance before the lord, where they want to read the word and sleep with the bible at night. They have more faith than you and I can even begin to even imagine!

They captured my heart, forever. Those babies are what I call VICTORY. They are daughters of the lord and are not afraid to call it out… They are living in a house where they get told every second how loved they are, they know who their Father is, and they know when they lay their head down at night God is protecting them. They taught ME love, and hope… They taught me to overcome my past and to live my life with passion. My Bella House Princess’ changed my perspective on life, and I am forever honored that I got to meet these world changers.

They set a fire in my soul to help fight this battle of sex trafficking. .  I was amazed at how many girls are pimped out or how many feel forced to go out based on their circumstances.  Little princess’ who are being prostituted out, sold for sex to men who don’t even ask them their name. I mean in this village there are hundreds of girls out there stuck in hell. My eyes are opened, the lord would whisper dreams and hopes of the little girls I would see, and even though their lifeless faces would just stare straight into my eyes, their tears would fall at my feet, I saw their life beyond the next man! The lord allowed me in that moment to speak life into them, and just love them. But, that is not enough. YES, I am called to love them, but the lord is calling me higher, he is calling me to Kenya. He has shown me little girl’s faces that are going to be mine, brothels that will be turned upside down and used for his glory, this village will be his again! My heart is captured for this place, and ready to see an end to sex trafficking and child prostitution… I have faith that Father God is bigger than hell, amen, I have faith that God is calling me to here to not just make a difference but SEE the difference! Slavery, sex trafficking, hell on earth, WILL be stopped in the name of Jesus; Bella House is just the begging in this village!