Can't Be Bought - I am Priceless

My stomach was in knots as I went into Lesson 2 – “I am Priceless”… The idea of me telling my girls that no amount in the whole world is enough for someone to buy them didn't scare me. The idea that these babies girls truly don’t know that they don’t have a price tag on them is the part that terrified me. For most of my girls it was the first time they had someone say hey, you  don’t have a price tag on you, because you are NOT FOR SALE! I was scared, I was feeling inadequate to even look at them in the eyes and declare the truth that so needed to be said. I felt the weight of Gods heart on this lesson, and the love that he has for every single one of those little girls….

In the middle of the lesson we played a little game of The Price is Right! We had a few items up for sale and basically had an auction with lots of fake money in our pockets…  Towards the end of the auction I had “sold” all of my items and realized that I didn't have anything left to sell… So I ended up putting Kim, my team mate, up for sale. Without skipping a beat the girls started to shout out money, and to my surprise they started out really low, we got up to about $2.00 USD.. . AND then we dressed Kim up, we added jewelry, lip gloss, and a fancy new shirt, and again without skipping a beat the girls were screaming prices at us. Now that Kim looked “smart” as the girls say, the price kept going up, and up, and up. A couple of the girls even asked, if I pay money what can she do for me? The class ended up stopping at about $100 USD, and 1 of the classes even told us that because she couldn't “do” much, whatever that meant, that she wasn't worth more than $100…

Ah. I just went home and cried, and cried. The girls loved the game, and didn't blink an eye when I went to sell Kim. They knew exactly how much a women was worth, and knew that when we “dressed” her up how much she was worth then. The saddest part for me was when Kim and I got to tell them, that actually you can’t buy Kim, because no person in the whole world had enough money to buy her…  That actually no one can buy YOU, their little faces were so confused and just looked so blank. It was one of the moments where my heart hit the floor and the weight of their lies they have heard their whole life were there to just stomp on my heart. That was the moment that I was afraid of.

We made all the girls stand up and search their bodies for price tags…. I could slowly see their little eyes light up when they got it, and we could hear the AH’s I can’t find my price tag slowly start to pop up. They got it. Kim and I then got to explain to them that as long as their heart is beating and their lungs are filled with air, that they will never have a price tag! We got to scream, I AM PRICELESS at the top of our lungs together, and just laugh as I watched them “secretly” searching for their price tags again to make sure I was telling them the truth!

My girls walked out of that classroom knowing that they don’t have a price tag, that they are far too valuable for any amount to ever be put on them. My prayer is that they never face being bought… But when reality sets in, and the times comes when a person does place an amount on them, I hope that they can search their little bodies for that price tag, and find the strength to walk away.

I challenge you to pray for these girls this week. When you see a price tag, just pray that truth would linger over their lives always, and that they will walk away when someone puts a price on them. 

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! 

 

 

Balloons and Laughter

I was just going for a walk when I looked behind me and a trail of giggling kids were following me! We played this little game for a little bit where I would look back and they would stop in their tracks and close their little eyes and try with everything in them not to laugh! It was precious, and finally after a few minutes they got the courage to run up to me!

My alone time I was wanting to have was beautifully interrupted. The kids and I ended up hanging out in the middle of this dirt field and just laughed and played together. They didn't speak English and I don't speak Swahili... It was really just pure laughter and smiles.. We drew in the dirt and I had a few balloons stashed away.. It was a glorious day I had with Gods babies.

In that moment I felt Jesus as strong as ever.... It was one of those moments where you felt the fathers love pour down on you... I had 6 little babies just run with everything in them and jump into my arms. ( Cant just picture that glorious day when we get to run with everything in us into our fathers arms... Ha, Jesus! )

I knew in that moment I was the children and Jesus was the one turning around playing with me! Sometimes I can get so caught up in the spiritual fluff and words.. And really all he wants from me is to stop and lay in the dirt with him and laugh... He doesn't need my fancy words, he just wants me to run to him and want nothing in return.. He just wants to love me. He just wants to love US.

That's all those babies wanted was love. They wanted someone's time. They just wanted to have someone look in their eyes and say I love you.

Ah, that's Jesus! He wants to look into our eyes and say baby I love YOU. I don't need anything but your love. I just want you. I chose you, I always have and I always will!!

Balloons. Laughter. And Jesus. It's simple. He just wants our love.

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

God's beating HEART

You know that place where you just come alive, where you look up to God and you just know that with everything in you this is where HIS heart his for you. That moment you hear his heart beat, and then he whispers I love you baby girl, and you just melt to the floor.

Yea, that moment, is right now. That moment is defining my every move right now. The lord is singing over me with every step in the dirt, every turn I make, every handshake with new friends.

His heart that I am so seeking after with every bone in my body, I found it. I found it in the dirt with a baby who was playing with his mud pile, I found it as I was walking into one of my girls homes and I hear her yelling Auntie BRE BRE, I found his precious heart as I was holding the mamma who was selling her body at night to feed her kids as her tears stained my skirt at the bar while she was crying out for more...

 God’s heart is here. He LOVES this place. He loves these people with a passion that just burns inside the deepest part of my being… My world is being rocked by God’s love yet again. The way he allows you to come alive when you are walking in his destiny, when you are walking in the dream he had inside you the whole time.

I am only 4 days in this adventure and I am just on fire riding the glory wave that HE is stirring up in this beautiful place! Justice is on its way. It has no better place to be then right in the center of God’s beating heart. I have no better place to be then right here in the will of God.

I am home.

-Bre

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.