Friday, August 20, 2021

The Journey


This month marks 8 years living in Haiti

February marked 10 years of being a follower of Jesus. 

The good, the bad, and the ugly 

The blood, sweat, and tears 

The highs and the lows 

The mountain tops and the valleys 

The births and the deaths 

the thrills and the burnouts

I’ve named babies and I’ve bought caskets. 

I’ve watched the child overcome starvation and watched starvation kill the child. 

I’ve seen miracles and I’ve seen witchcraft 

I’ve seen the work of God and I’ve seen the work of the devil. 

I’ve dreamed dreams and lost visions 

I’ve had nothing and I’ve been full. 

This island has taught me to grow up faster than I thought I would through my 20s. This island life taught me how to pay taxes, drive without a GPS, and negotiate through any and every purchase. These people have taught me how to love no matter what, forgive even when it hurts, understand that not everything is right vs wrong but sometimes just different. 

They’ve taught me how to fight instead of flight. They’ve taught me that stuff doesn’t buy happiness and that the world isn’t fair and that God is the God who sees all, knows all, cares about all, loves all, and will forever be our all. 

The last 8 years from age 22 to 30 have been  crippling yet rewarding. And though I’m forever scarred with the trauma of what this life has brought me, I wouldn’t change a thing. 

Because through it all, I was walking with Jesus. No thing, no circumstance, no trauma could steal my peace in knowing Who is in control. No amount of battle wounds could knock me down hard enough to not want to get back up and keep fighting the good fight. Keep running the good race for the sake of making His name known. I fall, I fail, He picks me back up. Every time. 

He is worth it. 

Jesus, the King of Kings, the very being whom we are made in the image of, the man who gave up His life in order to save ours…He is worth all the blood, sweat, and tears. He is worth all the mountaintops of rejoicing and the valley lows of mourning. 

Following Him no strings attached will forever change you. It strengthens you and challenges you. It is the most beautiful, daring, and humbling place to spend your days. In His arms. 

Nothing is easy about following a crucified Savior. It will cost you. A lot. But if I’ve said it once I’ve said it 1000 times. 

It. Is. Worth. It. 

If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give up your life for me, you will find it. 

Matthew 10:39

Saturday, July 10, 2021

God Listens

 Yesterday evening our little puppy got out and ran to the neighbors yard. Our neighbor is a voodoo priest and no one is allowed to go into his garden behind his house except him because that’s where spirits come and sacrifices are made. Even the people that were in his home weren’t aloud to go into the garden and he wasn’t home for us to ask permission. So we waited and waited for the puppy to find it’s way back home but it was already getting dark and the dog was somewhere in the giant field of plantains that were off limits to everyone except the witch doctor. It wasn’t fear that kept my security guards  from going into his garden to look for the dog, it was respect for our neighbor and his property. 

I told the girls to pray and if God wanted the dog to come back and live with us, we’d find her. The girls prayed and ask God to lead the dog back to our home and then we all went to sleep. The next morning, the little puppy was found, brought back to us, and the girls with their child like faith were screaming with excitement! 

God heard their prayers. God answered their prayers. And now they are saying thank you. 

Prayer is powerful and childlike faith is beautiful. My girls witnessed that this morning and I hope they never forget it. I hope this is just the start of them seeing the power of prayer from our  God even in the little things. 

“I love the Lord because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!”

Psalm 116:1-2

We are growing!

 ⭐️ My girls are getting a new home ⭐️ 

My board of directors and I have contemplated this idea for two years and it’s finally coming together. 

By building this new home, the girls will have a lot more space which is very much needed as they get older. 

It’s further from the main road so they will be more secure from the knocks on the gate, delivery trucks, visitors, etc. 

It’ll be built up to code by an amazing architect and contractor that also built our learning center and community center.

AND it’ll allow the existing girls home to be used for team housing/interns AND more outreach classes. 

Right now the community center is used almost every morning and evening every day for different activities but I feel like God has been throwing some ideas my way of expanding some of the ministry outreaches and having that extra space is just what we need.

When I was 22 years old I stood in one corner of the yard and told the builder to go stand over there and that’s how we decided on how big the rooms would be. Thus being 22 and having no idea what I was doing, it is not logistically set up well for 10 sweet residents, but it’s perfect for teams and daily outreach classes and whatever else God lays on our hearts to use it for. 

So here we are!!! Jumping into the deep end holding hands with God and leaning on the power of faith and prayer. 

God knows. He cares. He’s in this. He will provide. And the girls and the community that attends classes will have the space they need to grow and thrive and learn and maybe just maybe teams will get to come back soon because we miss you all so much! 

God willing, if everything works out, this project will be done in 5 months. I’ll keep you updated along the way. In the meantime, pray for provision, for guidance, and for all who will be blessed by this new addition at La Limy√®!


 I was talking to someone the other day who just took her baby to his one month check up. We were both so proud that he’s already almost 10lbs at 4 weeks old and loves to eat! But it reminded me again how malnourished Dachena was being 13 months old and weighing 13lbs. A sack of bones. I mean how little do you have to feed a child to keep them alive but be starved to nearly deaths doorstep? How many days did she not get fed? If her mama was still alive I’d say poverty played a role. Which isn’t fair. But if daddy was in the picture I’d say neglect played a role. Which isn’t fair either. Either way, the repercussions of starvation and being neglected are becoming more and more evident with this girl. She requires a lot of patience, and love, and structured discipline too. 

But still to this day babies are starved and on deaths door step and we forget it’s even happening. It’s hard to imagine until that baby is on your door step. 

Although I had wished there was a way for you to have been able to stay with your biological family rather than have to leave them, that’s not always the healthiest answer and that wasn’t an option 5 years ago. Every story is different. 

But Dachena, I love you and your heart and your mind that I can’t quite understand sometimes, and your strength and your smile, and your eagerness to always help me around the house. 

Someone recently asked “what can you do for her?” My answer was “well if we lived in a 1st world she’d have doctors and therapists and medication and resources. But we don’t. We live in a 3rd world. So we have God. And prayer. And that’s it. And it’s ok. 

Life is weak but God is strong.

Armed men and armed Angels

 We live behind a 9 ft cement wall with not one but two rows of layered barbed wire on the top. Once you get through that, we are inside a concrete house with multiple metal security doors and bars on every single window. If that’s not enough, there are armed guards standing watch in the property and a handful (or two) of dogs that are VERY territorial. 

And then the only thing that really matters.... We have the God of Angel Armies watching over us and this property. A God who knows all and sees all and who is worthy to be trusted. Even in the unknowns and the what if’s and the dark middle of the night eerie sounds, He above everything else, is worthy to be trusted. 

It would be such a tragedy to not accept that confident security that’s readily available will a quick call on His name. That All-powerful, All-Knowing, God of Angel Armies in your most anxious, worried and fear driven nights. 

Post traumatic stress disorders can cause lasting affects for months or years to come. It’s debilitating and crippling because of its strong grip of “this is what did happen, which means this is what might happen again.” 

For me, flare ups or triggers have come in a variety of ways. A knock on the gate if they use a rock instead of their hand which sounds louder, a balloon that pops sounds like a shotgun, a drive down certain roads that caused fear in the past, dogs barking at 1am, kids being sick and the road to the clinic is blocked with burning tires....

But God is faithful and no matter what comes my way, no matter what comes your way, He is still in control. His plan will prevail. His will will be done and we can trust in that. Fully. Completely. 

God is God and HE IS GOOD!

Wednesday, March 24, 2021

The 21st Century

It’s 2021. The prime time of social media, robotic surgeries, fast food on every corner, electric cars, stimulus checks, doggie day cares, overnight mail deliveries, sparkling water, heated pools, and ease. Lots and lots of ease. 

And yet.... not across the world, not in some far off place, not some unreached people group that has never heard of America... no, it’s not that. It is less than 2 hours off the coast of Florida. The island that has hit our nightly news stations more times than once. The place where some people still live in thatched huts with no running water, no electricity, no mango berry exfoliating hand soap or scented shampoo made especially for curly hair. No closet full of sandals or pantries full of junk food. 

It’s a place with natural beauty, majestic mountains, turquoise waters, island time, and simple living. 

It’s a place that still to this day, in the 21st century, struggles to feed its people. It’s a place where you ask children what they want to be when they grow up and they don’t have an answer. They never have an answer because they don’t even know what opportunities are even out there. 

God didn’t lavish us with luxuries to live a rich life all to ourselves or to acquire more stuff- I of one have my fair share of way too much stuff. 

He blessed us so we could be a blessing. We are His hands and feet. We are the ones who are expected as His followers to help the poor, the forgotten, the outcast. 

That is why we are rich. Our riches aren’t bad. It is not something to be guilty of. And for sure isn’t something to flaunt, but it is the tool we need and the tool we have to bless. To be a blessing. We mustn’t let the world and its “stuff” blind our vision to reality. To poverty. To starvation. To the countless ways we can help others. To the never ending ideas that we, who have so much, can be a blessing to someone else. 

The greatest gift of all is being able to give. Because in some beautiful, profound, extravagant way, we end up getting blessed in return too. We have plenty to give.

 Just remember to give it. 

“Their trust should be in God, who richly gives us all we need for our enjoyment. Tell them to use their money to do good. They should be rich in good works and generous to those in need, always being ready to share with others. By doing this they will be storing up their treasure as a good foundation for the future so that they may experience TRUE LIFE.” 

1 Timothy 6:17-19 

The neighbor down the street, the beggar on the corner, the widow in the nursing home, the ministry across the ocean- they’re waiting and praying and crying out to God for you. 

For YOU. 

Be a blessing.

 I promise you’ll be blessed in return. 

Thursday, October 29, 2020


 “why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?”

Matthew 6:28-30 


Y’all, I saw this bug on my front porch and was beyond amazed. It’s as if God said “I’m going to take a little extra time on this little Caribbean bug that most people will casually walk by and squash and paint a masterpiece on its back."


It literally looks like someone painted his shell. And someone did. The God of the universe that knows every hair on your head, every cell in your body and every thought in your mind. He made this artwork and called it GOOD. 


And yet Jesus talks about the wildflowers and the birds and how they are provided for with what they need without all the hussle and bussle to stock up, harvest, and have “worries that dominate the thoughts of unbelievers.” So why do we worry about every little thing?  Jesus responds and says look “can all your worries add a single moment to your life?”


Ephesians 2:10 “for we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do good things he planned for us long ago.”


We are a masterpiece. You and I were created so intricately, so beautifully, so miraculously that Paul states we are God’s masterpiece. More so than this random bug. More so than the wildflowers. More so than the birds in the air. He looked at us and called us VERY GOOD. His own masterpiece. Made to look like His image. Beautifully and wonderfully made. Unique in every way. Worthy. Wanted. Breathtaking. 

And you know how masterpieces are taken care of? Very well. If we own a painted masterpiece we’d keep in clean, provide the right atmosphere so it doesn’t rot. Put it on a mantel to let it shine and amaze everyone by its looks. And when they asked what famous artist painted this magnificent piece of artwork we can look them in the eye and say the name JESUS. Because we are that artwork in God’s eyes and he is going to take care of us every minute of every day. His plan is good. We can trust Him because we are what brings Him joy. And he loves to show us off. So do not let your worries add a single moment to your life. He will provide, He cares, He is worthy to be praised.


You have to believe that. 

You are the worth of a masterpiece. You were created to do good things. You are His prized possession. 

He loves you.

Remember it.

Believe it.

Live it out.


“We, out of all creation, became his prized possession.” 

James 1:18

Once you learn the value in being a daughter of the King, those worries will slowly be tossed aside. Once you see how majestic God really is, those fears will be thrown out. Once you know the everlasting strong power of the Lord Almighty, you as a masterpiece will take on this world vibrantly with Christ Jesus by our side knowing that whatever is thrown our way, we are masterpieces and masterpieces were made to shine.