Will you join me?

I have recently made the huge move to Austin, TX! I was given the most incredible opportunity to be the Program Director and Foster Parent for a pilot program, Legacy House.

 

Legacy House provides young women transitioning out of foster care a safe home environment where they are supported physically, emotionally and spiritually, with the hope they will achieve sustainable, personal, academic, and independent living goals. These young women will work towards completing high school, moving on to college or a technical school, employment and then into safe, sustainable independent housing.

Empowering young women to unlock their own life legacies

 

They moved me here and I have hit the ground running since March 16^th! I have been working closely with my Board Chairwomen to get this program off the ground. These past two months have been filled with developing mission, vision, logo, program goals and objectives, program manuals, website, strategic planning, meeting possible girls, becoming a licensed foster parent, setting up the home, etc. I am thrilled to be a part of structuring this new, one of a kind, unique program for young women transitioning out of foster care.

 

I have realized that God has called me here to care for the orphan, just like he did when I spent time in Uganda. Sometimes, they are in our own backyards. Through the years working at Tanager Place, I witnessed so many young women in foster care bounce around in the system, never experiencing permanency and ultimately walk away with no plan for the future, hopeless and without meaning. Young women in foster care have all odds against them and without someone taking their hand, believing in them and teaching them the necessary life skills they become part of the grim statistics of poverty, homelessness, sex trafficking, prostitution and incarceration.

 It was time to bridge the gap for these young women! The gap—residential foster care to independent living—is a crucial, transitional time for these young women. This is why Legacy House was created! These young women can come live in a beautiful, residential neighborhood…in a HOME! It is safe for us to say that this type of program has never been done before with this type of collaboration and support!

HOW CAN YOU HELP?

 

I signed on for this position knowing that there were no funds for salary, due to being a brand new Pilot Program. Being the Program Director and Foster Parent is more than a full-time job. Not only am I living in the home with the girls, investing in them, assisting them to achieve their goals and providing emotional support; I am also working on program development, fundraising for Legacy House, meeting partners and creating ways to sustain and grow this program. Our hope and desire is that this program will be able to be replicated many times over in the next couple of years.

 

I am asking you, for this first Pilot Year, if you would come on board and be a financial partner, supporting me as a full-time urban missionary for the orphan right here in Texas!

 

I need to raise $25,000 for my salary for this first year as I work to sustain this program. I am looking for significant anchor partners ($2000-$5000) and monthly partners ($25, $50, $100). Would you consider being a financial partner? All donations are tax-deductible

 

Your financial support will communicate to these very special young women that we believe in them and are for them.

 

·         29% of the children exiting the foster system each year are in some way being sexually exploited,

·         50% of aged out foster teens will become homeless within the first year

·         3% attain a college degree

 

Will you help me help them?

 

Visit my personal support page from the Legacy House website

·         http://www.legacyhouseaustin.org/meet-our-program-director.htm

·         Click on “Consider Supporting Kari”

·         Enter Credit Card Information

I hope that you decide to come with me on this wild, crazy, exciting journey! Thank you and many blessings!

 

Kari Hamilton   

 

 

 

 

 

The Invitation

A little over a year ago I was on the phone with Jan Meyers-Proett, author of Allure of Hope and Listening to Love, and among the wisest of therapists. We were digging pretty deep and I mean down in the trenches. We were dissecting some recent happenings and the conversation was revolving around my future husband. Of course, through the years I had created “lists” in my head, thoughts on who I desired him to be. But this time it was different. Jan was asking hard questions. Who are you in response to him? How do others respond to you two together? Name very specific characteristics about him. How are you together, physically, emotionally and spiritually? What words come to my mind when you think of being in his presence?

That same day after I hung up with Jan, I immediately thought of this poem. It had been 5 years the last time I had read it, but it instantly filled my mind. I dug it out of an old journal and poured over it. The longing was so deep…yes, so much of what is written in the poem is what I desire between my husband and I.

Read it. Savor it. It is a call to passion; such raw and honest emotion. It is so rightly titled, The Invitation, as I feel that this poem beckons us to live deeply, asking us to want more, to live profoundly together.

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.

I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy

mine or your own and if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul
if you can be faithless and therefor trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day

and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes”.

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep

in the empty moments.

 

Journey to Legacy House- part 1

Feb 25^th 2013

Brandon Hatmaker: “Here’s the deal. We want you”
Me: “Seriously!??!?!?” (Professional response, I know)

 Rewind to October 2012:

 I just returned from spending 4 months in Uganda. I resigned from my position as a Treatment Counselor in a Psychiatric Residential Facility where I had been working just shy of 5 yrs to be able spend those 4 months in Uganda. The whole process had God’s fingerprints all over it and so obviously everything was going to fall into place when I returned…..

So not the case (it did, but just not in MY timing). One month went by, then another. No job. No clear direction. Confused. Begging God for some answers.

 It was such a battle of trying to figure out how all the pieces of the puzzle were going to fit together. I love Uganda. I had been going for the past three years and then spending 4 months there was incredible. So much of my heart was there. BUT….I loved being home too. I have such a strong desire and passion to work for the hurting here in America.

 “Wait a sec! Nashville! That’s where I am supposed to be!” This is where Exile International is based and I wanted to be close to the team to still be involved, yet get a full time counseling job. I had a few interviews, one was very promising and she was going to start calling my references. I kind of panicked and realized I was moving ahead in this and I had no peace from God to move forward. I called and told her that I just couldn’t make the move to Nashville.

 God and I had a few more conversations. I wondered if I should truly step out and fundraise full time to work in Uganda with Exile. Again, such an unsettling feeling with no clear “yes, go in this direction” from God.

 He was constantly reigning me in. Holding me back. Making me stay right where I was in my cozy little condo in Cedar Rapids, IA. I was not too happy about this.

 “God, you know I don’t belong here in IA” (insert giggles from God)

 “I want something so much bigger. I know you know this! I know you understand my desire and passion to be a part of change and movement! God, if I am not supposed to be in Uganda, please let me have a job that I am just as passionate about….the things YOU are passionate about…bring it Lord”

 Just wait, Kari

 “What am I waiting for?!?!”

 

November, December, January--- no job. I am filling in as a secretary (first impression specialist) at my Dad’s company. And if any of you know me, I’m sure you realize how absolutely miserable I was. Nothing against my dad’s company, but sitting at a desk and answering phones all day???? Oh I wanted to crawl out of my skin.

 

Then, I FINALLY get a job offer to be a Functional Family Therapist.

 Is this what God was having me wait for?

 I put on a fake smile, accepted and succumbed that this was just temporary. Surely, God still had something else up His sleeve. I even remember my facebook post that I wrote after I accepted this job, stating that I was confident that even though I am still in Cedar Rapids, IA taking this new job, that God was still going to reveal His ultimate plan.

 Don’t get me wrong, it was wonderful to be able to be fully trained and to practice a whole new level of therapeutic intervention with families. But it still didn’t feel right. I still felt stuck.

 It is now the end of January. I just returned from attending a new training for my job in Connecticut. I am home in my condo and skimming through my newsfeed on Facebook.

 Jen Hatmaker (I wish I could remember what friend of mine posted something of Jen’s about a yr ago that led me to “like” her page. If I could remember, you would get a big fat hug and thank you!) just recently posted about a position pertaining to this new program called, Legacy House, with a link to Brandon’s Blog.

 I went to check it out. With every sentence that I was reading, my heart was pounding just a little bit harder. I found myself agreeing to everything I was reading. My passion was increasing and I was remembering all the faces of girls that I had worked with in the past in the residential facility. Girls in the foster care system, some that were not, but completely broken, no hope, no safety net, no encouragement; stuck with families or shelters that continued to break them down.

 I love them. So much. I never thought that I would work in residential for as long as I did. It was brutal at times. Kicked, spit on, hair pulled so hard my scalp would bleed, skin torn apart from being bit, scars due to their nails being dug in my skin. It took about a year to develop some thick skin to deal with all of it. But when you can learn to see more than their behaviors, more than their pain that is speaking…..then you can truly see their worth and what they are capable of.

 Brandon wrote about their desire to have a Resident Director come to Austin, TX to live in the home with 4 girls at a time that were transitioning out of foster care. I walked away from my computer, not sure what to do with it all!

 A couple hours had passed. I knew it was my passion, but the timing just seemed terribly off. I JUST started a new job!

 “God, I have no idea if this is at all what you have been telling me to wait for, but I’m just going to submit my info. That’s it. There are thousands of people seeing this post. Nothing is going to come of it, but thanks for letting me read about this!”

 Ha! I bet God was just having a blast with all of this. I submitted my info and then went on my merry way honestly thinking I was never going to hear anything, truly!

 Jan 31^st I receive an email from Brandon stating that I was put in the top 5 and he would like to chat.

 I was shocked, totally taken back. Initially, I had no idea what to think. I honestly never thought I was going to hear anything and so I really never thought seriously about the whole thing! Could I really do this? Is this truly why God has been telling me to wait? Is Austin, TX where I am supposed to be??

 I fervently began seeking God about all of this. For the first time since returning from Uganda in October I felt the path open up before me and God telling me “yes, go….this is where I want you to walk.”

 We chatted and then I flew out to Austin for an interview….completely terrified! I don’t think I had ever been more nervous in my life. I contemplated some wise advice that was given to go take a shot before the interview to calm my nerves, but settled that starbucks might be better.

 I had a week to wait until I was going to hear back. I kid you not, EVERY DAY something happened that pointed to Austin. I would open a book and the first sentence would be about Austin, TX. My mom called and said she was reading the local paper and Austin, TX was listed as one of the top places to visit. I was flying home after training from CT and the girls sitting next to me were from Austin. I was convinced that either God was playin’ me or that He was continuing to affirm that this was His plan.

Feb 25^th 2013

Brandon: “Here’s the deal, we want you”

 March 15^th 2012

I packed up my condo, brought my necessary belongings and hit the road for Austin, TX!

 

Man's Idea or God's Idea?

Hindsight is 20/20, right? I love when I can look back at various processes and be able to so clearly see exactly what God was up to! Sometimes we have no clue until years down the road, and other times it smacks you in the face. There is so much about this journey that I am on right now that helps me make sense of certain events in the past and present. It is absolutely wild! I love how God does this…and the more we say “yes” the wilder the ride!

I love good stories. And to have good stories it most often involves some crazy drama, humor, mistakes, out of the box ideas, risk-taking, etc. My good friend Kari Gibson (www.mycrazyadoption.com, check her out!) will tell you that on every trip we take, whether it’s to Uganda, Ethiopia or Haiti…I always pray for crazy drama so that I can have a good story to tell. Most don’t like that I do that J And if I remember correctly, right after I was telling Kari G this while standing in the security line headed to Uganda, she realized that she couldn’t get through security because she was given the wrong ticket. I do believe I was shortly sent a text message with a swear word in it blaming me as she was running around the airport (sorry to “out” you , sinner) J  

God has a pretty good (actually perfect) track record of catching me, leading me and guiding me. You might want to try Him out in this area if you haven’t yet J I so want to take the time one of these days and list out every possible way that He has proved himself faithful and loving and had me wait so he could give me the absolute best.  I didn’t always believe this about God. In fact, I had so much shame in my life that I couldn’t even fathom that this all-powerful, majestic, mighty God would actually want to lower himself to meet me, cradle me, wipe my tears, sing over me and lead me to the pastures of such an overwhelming, magnitude of grace.  I couldn’t make sense of who He was and what my role as His daughter looked like. I had this deep, unsettling feeling that for me to love Jesus that I had to completely change everything about me.

  Me- adventure seeker, adrenaline junkie, risk-taker.

 Is my life going to succumb to being a just a bible study leader?

Do I just need to nail down how to have my hour quiet time in the morning?

How many girls do I need to disciple?

 This was all that was being modeled around me. Please, I get that this is all good, but there is SO MUCH MORE! I felt like I was stuffing so much of who God created me to be to fit into this so called Christian box. I hated it. I fought it. I experienced leaders in Christian ministry judge and hurt others. Where was the love? Where was the freedom?  I continued to question over and over again, “God, there has to be so much more.”

Africa 2010. This trip awakened my heart and made me feel more alive than I had ever felt before. Passion, desire and anger engulfed me as I witnessed the events around me. I began to feel the heart of God and what He truly desires of all of us. LOVE. He wants us to LOVE. To sit with the broken, wash the feet of a prostitute, giggle with an orphan, comfort the widow….to be His hands and feet. God showed me that who I was, was O.K. Who I was, was enough to be used. That my intense passion, strong-willed, adrenaline seeking self was everything that He wanted to use to bring others to himself. He wanted me to throw the rules out the window and to run with abandonment. ….every single part of me that He knitted and wove together.

 God didn’t want me to fit in some man-made idea that others had constructed and influenced regarding what it meant to live for Him. Man is full of error, God is perfect. And let me tell you. When you can get to this place, the amount of freedom that washes over you is so immense!

I was on the phone with Kari G a few days leading up to the most recent trip we took to Ethiopia/Uganda this past summer. Some events from my past had surfaced and I found myself in a place of despair and pain.  I was shaken, confused, and I thought I had moved on and dealt with all of this years ago. I was about take the biggest risk of my life with just recently quitting my job to spend 4 months with exile international in northern Uganda working with former child soldiers. So obviously, there was some spiritual attack going on as well.

7 years ago I was supposed to go on my first trip to Africa. The same thoughts that I was openly sharing with Kari were the ones that I shared 7 years ago and was told that I could not go to Africa. My thoughts were apparently too sinful and apparently no one else ever struggled in ways of thinking.  The words out of Kari’s mouth were the exact words that I know God wanted me to hear. You see, Kari didn’t know that what I was sharing with her was what got me “kicked off” the Africa trip years ago. Her response: “Kari, there is NOTHING that you can say right now that would ever make me question having you come on this trip. NEVER think that you can’t be used by God because of something you are walking through.  I want you to be on this team even MORE because of this place you are in.”

 THAT is LOVE. That is JESUS.

My favorite stories have God’s fingerprints all over them. You know the ones. Where you can’t make sense of anything, or explain why…it’s just God doing His thing. Now those are my favorite ones to tell….and more of that in my next post: Journey to the Legacy House.

My challenge to you: Are you running after and serving God through a man-constructed idea, or God’s idea?

 

 

 

 

National Eating Disorder Awareness Week--My Story

It all started on 1/16/07. I walked into Eating Disorder Center of Denver helpless, hopeless and in a state of severe depression. I truly wanted help, but was completely terrified to give up all my control and to receive the healing that I needed.

You see, it had been a very long road up until this point. I am not going to get into the depths of the “why’s” and “how’s” of how this all developed. But will give you a glimpse of what my greatest heart’s desire was which led me down this very destructive path. What you find with most individuals that have had an eating disorder, is that it starts out meeting one need and as the addiction intensifies it begins to take on a whole new level of meaning, ultimately taking over your entire life.

I wanted to be noticed. I wanted to be heard. This is a very common desire for most of us, but mine runs so very deep. I didn’t know how to communicate that in words and what started out as a very innocent way of controlling my looks turned into a vicious never-ending cycle of addiction. It started as a way of managing fear and then turned into meeting all my needs (so I thought) in my life. I had control; oh I had so much control! When things around me were spiraling down, at least I had control of my body. If I wanted to feel empty inside, I could make that happen. If I wanted to feel full, I could make that happen. I know you always hear that it’s not about the food….it really isn’t.

By the time I had entered treatment, I was going on 5 years of being in an entangled, terrorizing relationship with my eating disorder. The weeks leading up to treatment were by far the worst. I just stopped going to work because I couldn’t get out of bed. I stopped all contact with friends. I was very suicidal (and was mad at myself because I didn’t have the guts to end my life) and began cutting to release all the emotional intensity on the inside (and of course it was a cry for help). 5 years of weight loss pills (led to racing heart), laxative abuse (many years of GI problems), over-exercising, binging, purging, restricting….over and over and over again. I was what they would call “EDNOS, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified”. I was all over the map and bouncing back and forth between bulimia and anorexia.

I remember entering treatment and being so upset with myself. I was not at my goal weight and I was set on getting there and THEN going to get help. Do you want to know what I thought success looked like? A hospital bed. Yup, I thought that if I could get sick enough to get in a hospital bed then that would be enough (Oh sweet Jesus thank you for saving me). I highly doubt that if I would have made it to a hospital bed that I would have felt satisfied. That’s the thing with this addiction and any addiction…..it’s never enough. Once you meet your first goal weight, then you come up with another goal weight!

I had to come face to face with my eating disorder while in treatment, and let me tell you, it was not PRETTY!! I fought hard! Oh I was hanging on to dear life to what I thought defined me. I yelled, I slammed doors, I walked out of treatment….I look back now and I can’t even recognize who that was. Can you blame me though? I have such a deep understanding of addiction ever since walking this journey. It was my life, my savior, my friend, my confident….I needed something else to come in and replace it, I couldn’t just remove it.

Things began shifting for me when I met Celeste. She was in her 40’s though she looked so much older due to many, many years enslaved to her eating disorder. She just came from the hospital when she entered the treatment facility. She had to walk with a cane because she was so weak and her bones were so brittle. I was jealous when I first saw her. She did it. She got there. But then, I started to listen to her during our process group. As she painted the picture of what it was like in the hospital, for the first time something clicked inside of me. I used to glamorize the picture of making it to the hospital bed. When Celeste spoke about it, everything changed. A veil was literally lifted from my eyes and I began to see the reality of it all. Do I really want to die from this? There has to be more for my life! I want more for my life!

Celeste and I kept in contact after I discharged, and a few months later when she left she passed away from her eating disorder. I was devastated and completely heart-broken that her eating disorder won. The same story has repeated itself with many others that I knew in treatment, most ending their life in suicide.

This will be a book if I go into what recovery looked like for me, but what I will say was that it was a long road. There were set-backs and relapses and all out fights on the floor with me shaking my fists at God not thinking that I could do this. But you know what? I did. God came in and rescued me in a million different ways….someday I will share all of those, but while I was in treatment I found God for the first time. For the first time in my life I chose God for myself, not for someone else. I decided that who I was, who God created me to be, was enough. Please hear me when I say all this. I am not saying that everything was great after this realization or that I just “prayed it away”….oh it was work. It was a constant daily battle to allow God into the depths of my heart, places that I kept hidden, ashamed of, to let Him heal.

It’s hard to completely and radically change your ways. I was ambivalent about getting better for a very long time after I left treatment. I straddled the recovery line so to speak for a couple years after. It wasn’t until I started truly taking those steps forward that I began to realize that it would be MORE work to STAY sick. Passions were forming, desires were coming to life, and purpose had a feeling. And that was worth more to me than my eating disorder.

My trip to Africa in 2010 was the final straw in my recovery. I look back on that trip and see that it brought freedom to a whole new level. Honestly, I don’t even have words for it, but something happened deep within me. My eyes were opened to what true beauty looked like in the face of the suffering.

Discharge day in treatment was called “Samina”. It comes from the Arabic word meaning “healthy”. On my Samina day I shared some reflections of my journey. There was a song that I listened to almost every day, “beauty from pain” by Superchick. Here is the chorus---

“After all this has passed, I still will remain.

After I’ve cried my last, there will be beauty from pain.

Though it won’t be today, someday I will hope again,

And there will be, Beauty from Pain”

Friends, there is most definitely beauty from pain. There is hope. I left treatment determined to not just survive, but to LIVE! During this National Eating Disorder Awareness week, may you reach out to someone you know that is struggling. Everybody knows someday. Here's to my favorite therapists who walked so much of this journey with me and believed in me every step of the way. Jan, Maira, Felicia, and Brandis…..thank you!!!!

Believe

 

Meet Christabel(left) and Judith (picture above). Stories of agony….but God is writing a new story of beauty for both of them.

 It was a typical day for Judith. She was drawing water at the well and I can imagine she was humming some tune and chatting with her friends. What she did not know was that her life was about to change forever. She began to see armed individuals and soon after she saw many huts lit on fire. She ran home and saw her parents lying in blood. Her father had already fallen dead and the rebels forced Judith to kill her mother. She was immediately taken by the rebels and tied up with other girls. They were given very heavy loads to carry on their heads and their journey started into the bush. Those that failed to walk either received 100 or more strokes (whips) or were killed. “In the bush I could only see blood….the suffering started on my life”.

 Christabel was born in captivity. Her mother was abducted and given as a wife to one of the top commanders (second in command to Joseph Kony), Otti Vincent. Her mother produced with Otti Vincent and Christabel was born into chaos, torture and sorrow. Imagine, a toddler witnessing such extreme acts of violence. This was her normal, this was all she knew. Her mother was killed and after that moment she was separated from her father, Otti Vincent. She was able to see him once more and then never saw him again. She later learned that he was killed after Joseph Kony thought he was agreeing to peace talks.

 Both complete orphans. Both filled with grief and agony. Yet, hope wins. They have dreams and believe that God has amazing and wonderful plans for them. “God was looking for me”, says Christabel, after describing how He had protected her and lifted the heaviness off of her heart. Judith, who at one point could not even utter one word of her story, now presents herself with such strength and expectation. She dreams of being a psychiatric doctor to help others who have been affected by the LRA. Both of these precious jewels have felt the healing touch of Jesus and believe that they have purpose. Their past does not define them…if anything it pushes them to dream bigger, trust in hope and to ultimately believe.

 This Christmas you can give a gift that will continue to show all of these children that we believe in them, love them and are standing with them in their dreams and hope for the future. Will you BELIEVE with us?

 Have a very Merry and Blessed Christmas!!

 www.exileinternational.org

 

 

We Need Pain

I don’t even know how to document all that has happened this summer; so much on my heart and in my mind. Thankful that I have a God that knows it all!

 From the beginning all my expectations were thrown out the window. I walked into something that was completely different than I imagined…but honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. It was amazing to be able to walk alongside Children of Peace in their beginning stages and to have a hand in implementing the Peace Clubs…Such a gift and an honor that Exile gave me.

 And now I am preparing to say goodbye. For how long, I have no idea. I am at a loss for what is next and how God wants to continue to use me here. I have no doubt that I will be back…I KNOW I will be back…but when, how, in what role and capacity….I have no idea!

 I am leaving filled with gratitude. I have been so honored to hear these children’s stories and to have the privilege of working with them. I know I have mentioned this numerous times, but I learned more about love, healing, pain, forgiveness, obedience and hope these past months than any other time in my life. Many women and children trusted me with their pain and I freely entered into it with them. At times, yes, it was over bearing and too much to handle…but if they actually walked it and survived it, then I could listen to it.

 

There were moments when I would start my day and not want to hear of another child having to kill or being burned or drinking urine or eating human flesh…but God gave me grace and super natural strength for those days. There were days when my heart didn’t react to a story. Those days scared me more than any other. It was a sign that I wasn’t present and was blocking the depth of the pain that child walked through. It scared me that the stories started sounding the same and I was lumping them all together.

 But then a few days later I would break. I would feel again. I would have days of weeping for the children and all they have experienced. I liked those days, I finally felt alive again.

 I believe my heart knew the days that my spirit needed protecting to make it through the day. God gave what was needed in every moment of everyday. Through all the emotions, which changed on an hourly basis, I am thankful that I have a God that never changes and remains the same….always.

 The question I wrestled with the most these past few months?  “Where is God in all of this?”  The people I talk to everyday seem to know and they are the ones that had to experience the horrific events…so why can’t I understand it? They believe without a doubt that God is good and that He has a plan for them. Do I believe it? These past few months I have been so challenged in believing in the goodness of the God and in his plan for these individuals.

 After hearing story after story of torture and death, I was struggling with knowing how to respond. I often remind them of God’s love for them and how strong and important they were. But I noticed that as I shared with them I was questioning if I even believed what I was saying about God.

 But then there were days when I believed it. Days when I was on my knees because of the hope and strength I saw in the kids. Children who have chosen to forgive, who love and dream and desire to be so much more than their past. My eyes are able to open a little bigger and I can see a fuller picture. I can see the beauty in their pain. I can see how God has been good to them. I can see how God has protected their life. I can see how the only reason they are standing before me is because of the healing hands of God. Nothing else can explain it. God is in their smile and in their laughter.

 

I am amazed at how God uses pain in our lives to bring greater things. Pain is so needed in our lives. I think of a quote that says “ It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply” by Charles Swindoll. I am tempted to put a value on my pain vs their pain…but pain is pain and we need it to draw us to the heart of God. They get it. They praise and dance and bow down before God after watching their parents get chopped to pieces or burned to death. They cling to the heart of God.

 These children and adults know suffering, which can only mean that they will be effective for God and know more than any of us how to rely on Him for the rest of their lives. God watched as His one and only son was brutally beaten, whipped and had nails driven into his hands. God is not a stranger to pain and there is always a plan….a perfect, loving and good plan.

 God is breathing life into these children. A holy roar of redemption is being heard. Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is healing, hope and FREEDOM…..

 

The Spirit of the Lord is here…..