We look up from the prayer we shared at the start of the graduation party for Gaby Delgado. She lifts her head and scans the crowd. It’s full of a hundred faces, some of whom have only met Gaby in her most recent years, others of us who have known her all her life.
BlogBe inspired by stories of reckless faith from around the world. These stories encourage us to keep going, to never give up, until every child is known and loved.
We were walking in a Nigerian village and I was fifteen feet behind Todd. I was happily holding the sweaty hands of several children from the village, when I glance up and see Todd. I later wrote a caption to this picture, “Oh yes, this is how I like this man…with a Bible in his back pocket and an orphan in each hand.”
I’m learning to let my back get pushed against a wall–because that is when I cry out for my Rescuer. Most days when I see the wall coming, I angle myself so I don’t get anywhere near it.
In March, I traveled to Nigeria with my family (and a dozen others) on a missions trip. In the months leading up to the trip, I heard every well-meaning concern (“Are you worried about their safety?” “Isn’t it likely they will get sick?” “Is that the best way to spend money, what can kids offer?”).
I live and work in hard stories. As someone who has been immersed in the orphancare movement for almost 20 years, I am thrilled when a student catches a vision for how God can use him or her in those hard places.
I can’t get enough of Haiti. Every chance I get, I hop on a plane to visit the people I care about there. It’s not the cause, or the statistics that make me pack a suitcase – it’s the faces. Each one has a story asking to be heard.
Identity and family identity can be a controversial subject. What do we stand for? How does it compare with the larger society? How does our calendar and spending reflect that?
I shared of one afternoon, of a normal moment that turned miraculous, not because I woke up and did or prayed anything different, not because we earned or deserved what happened, but because God is sovereign and at the end of the day, we either submit to it or fight against it.
Lately, I have been talking to my kids about an outward focused life. Some call it missions, others call it outreach, I am hoping we call it normal. I have been explaining my heart for orphans as a ‘burr under my saddle’.