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!

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 - 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..