And then God decides to show up (Part 2)
We made our way into John’s office where we were joined by other staff members, sweet girls and one young man, whose names I will hold close.
He turned to me, explaining that today we would begin with a small devotion time, 5-10 minutes and then they will prayer over me and I would go with one of the staff members to walk and prayer through the brothel.
Nice. A plan. Structure. I love it. Did I mention I love agendas, like love love love agendas? They make me so happy. I know, crazy right? Continue reading
THE PLAN (Part 1)
Let me warn you, dear sisters, this is long. Like, beyond long.
I have broken it into five sections to make it more manageable, and I encourage you to read it all.
Set aside time to read it all, the parts that are hard to understand, the parts that are hard to hear.
Read it all, dear sisters, for this is our world, our brokenness, our God.
I am still trying to make sense of my last few days.
I had a plan. The people I was scheduled to meet with had a plan. And then God shows up.
Wham… Continue reading
Sometimes when I don’t know how to express all that I am feeling I write letters, letters that are never sent and often never seen by the person I address them to.
These letters give my heart space to work things out-to have a voice. It is with caution that I write this next letter because I know how deeply my heart has been touched by this woman…. Ana. Continue reading
Dear baby girl,
I know this is hard. Your first day in India. Your first day seeing anything like this- ever.
As I look at these two pictures, taken only days apart. So different.
One so comfortable. One so not. Continue reading
Where to start….
Well, let me begin with saying that I am not a morning person, like at all. Even when I need to wakeup at, say, 3:00 am to catch a flight to India, I am still not alert or functioning or awake.
It’s like my insides are saying, yay!! Here we go, but my outside just looks like a zombie.
I have seen those people, who look all crazy alert and amped and to be frank, it’s a little annoying. I just want to go up to them and ask, Like, do you really wake up this way? You probably jumped out of bed and your eyes are all bugged out, aren’t they. Continue reading