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Falling into yes.

Today I don’t want to talk about autism, and migraines, and no sleep. I wish we could live without them for just one day. But I really don’t. I wouldn’t trade anything in our lives, not even for one day. Because all of it brings us closer to God. And that One thing alone makes it all worth it.

That is why today I am talking about yes. Yes to God. In the big. In the small. In the beautiful. In the ugly. Saying yes right now. Whatever your circumstance. Whatever the request. Opening your hands, letting go and saying yes.

Saying yes through all of the the not enoughs. The I am only 1 persons. The fears of what? If? I? fail? Just opening your hands wide and letting go. And when you do, when you finally unclench that tightly formed fist, when you let that yes go…

There is a falling.

A falling. Like falling from a cliff kind of falling. The falling as you sit in wait. You feel the uneasiness. Your heart flutters in the uncertainty of when the falling ends.  When your yes becomes a reality.  Will it become a reality? In the wait you watch others doing the same and you hold the measuring stick. You wonder if you are left wanting. The comparison it is unavoidable.

Measuring-Stick

In the falling you question was this me or was it God? You feel the nakedness of baring your soul. The vulnerability. What if I got this wrong? What if I miss the mark? What if I do not measure up? What if I am not chosen? What if?

The truth is there is a risk in the yes. The opening of hands. The falling. There is a risk because of our humanness. But never in God. Because every step of faith. Every unclenched fist. Every yes. Whether it was His calling you, or you just feeling you need to do something. He is holding you. In the falling, He has you suspended. And He is proud of you. You can feel Him smiling. You hear Him whispering, “That’s my girl.”

And as your thoughts are spinning and you feel soul bared to the world and standing naked before everyone. And the doubts are coming. You are afraid of the disappointment that might come. He is holding. Because whatever the step whatever the yes, whatever the reason may have been. It is all for His glory. HIS glory. And He uses it. 

And yes you just might see the answer to your yes here on earth, in this life, but sometimes the answer seems to never come. And we wait for eternity to see it fulfilled, to know why He asked for that yes. Because there are a million little things happening and your yes maybe one tiny little piece in a working puzzle. But He is using it.

My sister is sitting in wait as I type. She knows these feelings. She has said yes. And this isn’t the first time she has said yes. I have watched her struggle with the yesses. Her unclenching of fists. I have watched as fear has fallen away and His glory revealed.

I watched her pack up and head to Joplin, Missouri after the town was leveled by tornadoes. I watched as she left her children and husband at home and went to help them rebuild because God told her to go. He told her let Me take care of your family and you go. And she did. It was a struggle. The letting go. She slowly unclenched those fists. She slowly gave up control. And He was faithful to His promise.

joplin team

Not long after I watched her say yes again. This time her family packed up and headed to Jacó, Costa Rica. I watched from a far, through scrambled Skype calls her heart breaking for two boys from the INVU neighborhood in Jacó Costa Rica. I watched her as she boarded a plane broken, knowing she was heading home to a life that would seem would no longer fit. Not now. Not after seeing what she saw. Because it was God breaking her heart. It was Him opening her eyes to see beyond what the normal eyes see. The supernatural eyes that see what God sees. The broken. The ones living in poverty, trafficking, drugs. The eyes and heart that know only love. And these people need love. They need to know how God loves, How He redeems.  That is when the yes came. When He called her out and said this is not enough. These two boys. Not enough. There is a whole neighborhood of children born into poverty. There are children that are going to grow, never experience love. Never get an eduacation. The girls most likely would end up in slavery, the boys in drugs. And it needed to stop. Lives needed change. And it starts with you. And she. Said. Yes.

Out of this Hearts for Jaco was born. A sponsorship program for children of INVU. That was just 2 years ago. Today twelve children are fully sponsored. The are receiving an education. And most importantly learning of Jesus, His love for them. How it is unconditional. And even in the midst of their struggle He is with them. And they are loved.

This past week she said yes once again. Yes to enter a contest for a trip to Rwanda with Noonday Collection and IJM. If you have never heard of these companies I recommend you check them out here and here.

Melissa with Hearts for Jaco children

children of Jaco

Her entry another bold yes. I see her questioning why. I see her reading the other entries, recognizing some. Knowing they have blogs and followers. Know their circles are big. I try to remind her yes, but God is bigger and if it is His will she will be on that plane to Rwanda.

Add if she does not win, there was a purpose for her entry. She may not ever know this side of heaven. But there is purpose. And I know God is smiling and whispering to her, “That’s my girl.”

And I get to say, “That’s my sister. Melissa Huey. I am so proud of you.”

I hope you will join me in voting for her. Voting is open until May 30. And you can vote once a day.  Here is the link to her entry.


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Shoes for the Shoeless

The seed was planted in April 2009. All of us. Me, my husband, my daughter, hovering around a tiny screen, scrolling through pictures of children needing sponsors on the Compassion website. How do you choose one child over another? When each ones eyes burn right through to your heart, and all you want is to scoop them up and bring them all home. Here to our home. Then my daughter speaks it, “she has no shoes. That little girl right there. No shoes.” She’s pointing at the screen. My daughter just 7 years old at the time, her heart breaking for the little one on the other side of the world who has no shoes. She wonders how she walks around in the gravel, in the garbage that she sees lying all around as we read about her country. She decides it right then. She wants us to sponsor those that don’t have shoes. Because in her mind of 7 years old, that would be the worst thing ever.

Fast forward to today. 2014. And this post falls across my screen, Losing My Religion, and Logan’s words paint the reality she is living right now in Uganda. I see it through her eyes, and I cannot NOT unsee it. And how did I not know that in Uganda,  “if one parent dies or leaves and the other parent remarries, it is the new spouse’s prerogative whether or not to keep the prior relationship’s child as their own?” Or this, “Parents can’t afford to care for their children, so they drop them off in baby homes where at least they will be fed?” Me. A momma of a little one that we fought so hard to keep. In all regards an orphan herself, she is now ours, and we are humbled that God would choose us to be our parents. These words they break me. As I just can’t see how someone could abandon their child. I don’t understand why I keep going back and reading the post. But I do.

How do I become so comfortable in my little world that I don’t see the big picture? When just a year ago, I spoke the words, of doing right here from my home, because that is all I can do right now. Why I am not doing? What am I not doing?

Logan she is in Uganda with a team of bloggers on behalf of Sole Hope. “A group of passionate, committed people who are putting closed toed shoes on African children, one pair at a time. We are also holding medical clinics, providing education, and jobs for and with the beautiful souls in Uganda. It all started with an encounter with a YouTube video–a video that broke Asher’s heart, took us WAY out of our comfort zones, and led us to Uganda.”

And I still don’t see the connection. Until I do.

It’s a no brainer. Logan lays it wide open right here. She tells of her holding these children, jiggers being pulled from their tiny feet. The pain is unbearable and she feels right there with them. I feel it too. And its a no brainer how to stop this pain.

Carey is right there with her and she says this “What I absolutely love, love, love about Sole Hope is that they have invented a way for you, right where you are, to make a difference AND create community. It is so very simple.” and this, “You may not be in Africa but your jeans can come. Send them on over.”

Now I see it. The connection. And God is whispering it. And I do it. Right then and there. I order a kit. A kit for 50 people, to cut shoes out of jeans from a pattern. Simple. A no brainer. And I don’t even know 50 people. But this is what God is telling me. My daughter and I we commit to ourselves, to God, to these little children… 100 pairs of shoes. One hundred pairs of shoes by the end of April. How do we make it happen? I am not sure. But God knows.

Maybe you want to participate? Bring your friends? Send your old jeans? Supplies? Maybe? God knows. And I wait on Him to fulfill it. In the meantime, the kit is on it’s way and we are planning a party. A shoe cutting party.  And it will be grand.

And I pray it…

Break my heart for what breaks yours, Lord.


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Dear God

Dear God-
I think I have forgotten. In all the words whispered over the children, the pleas for health, protection, eyes to see You, that they may come to know You… never have the words thank you been uttered.

Perhaps it is because I did not have eyes to see, I mean really see. Yes, I have always counted it a privilege and a blessing to be in a position to provide support for our children. We send the check each month and we know Compassion uses that money wisely and these children are forever changed and we can rest in that.

But in the last few months, you have opened my eyes and I see that it is so much more than a check. It is us helping them and them helping me. The joy that comes from reading their letters. The thank you for gifts sent. The telling of stories of how they spent their gift. The smile on their faces in pictures. Words from their family that melt me to a puddle. Watching them grow, knowing they are healthy. Knowing they are learning about love and a new way of life. Learning about You. And I get to be a part of all this. That I can love from a far and they feel it thousands of miles away. Your love through me.

Your love through me. I love because you first loved me. How it takes a little child half way around the world to make that sink in… You love me. What greater gift could I be given.

Thank you, God, for this gift of Compassion. For these little children that have made their way into my heart. For teaching me through them what love really is… thank you.

In Jesus’ wonderful name, amen.

September is blog month over at Compassion. The goal 3,108 children sponsored. If you fell God leading you to sponsor a child, I encourage you to start here. Or maybe you could just pray for these children for a sponsor to come along side them.


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Three thousand one hundred-eight.

Compassion blog month. September one to September thirty. The goal? Three thousand one hundred-eight children sponsored in thirty days. Now this is exciting!

What happens when a child is sponsored through Compassion? That life is changed forever! The cycle of poverty broken. Hope and a new beginning become a reality in a world where 22,000 children die of starvation every. Single. Day.

These children are waiting. Waiting to be rescued. Waiting for hope. Waiting for a new beginning. Would you consider clicking over and praying for them?

I am watching and waiting to see God move, won’t you join in me in prayer for these children? Pray that God will open the heart of someone to bring them joy? Pray for well being and for them to come to know God? Pray for protection from disease, hunger, abuse, trafficking? Pray for a life to be changed forever? Pray for God to break your heart for what breaks His?

‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Matthew 25:40 NIV

Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.
Luke 18:16 NIV

You can check out Compassion International and all of the work they are doing here. Want to sponsor a child? Just go here.