“God, if the entire world is from your hands, what you have made, what can I possibly give you to show my gratitude? I can only give you my praise.”

In a country where poverty expands my capacity to grasp the reality of what a desperate person may do when desperation means death or life…. like when a mama looks at her children as a burden rather than a blessing. When a man threatens a life of another when he loses his job…
There is a reason I am not writing the story and God is. He knows how it all works out, where it all leads, what it all means.
Is God still a good God? Is God still in the slums where naked toddlers roam about, unsupervised- where a mama beats her child so badly that she goes unconscious? Is God in the prisons where innocent men and women reside, falsely accused? In a world pocketed with pain? What about the crumbling marriage or a terminally ill child?
How do we choose to allow the holes to become seeing-through-to-God places? To more-God places? How do I give up resentment for gratitude, gnawing anger for spilling joy? How do I give up crippling fear for courageous faith?
In places where it seems impossible to believe God’s goodness – that God surely cannot know or care about this place - I turn to His word, which I believe is true and relevant to every culture and person. I flip open to Romans 8. I read “And we know that God works for the good of those who love him…” and “if God is for us, then who is against us?”.
Sometimes we are so trapped that it forces us to only look up. There are hard questions to ask here but there are awesome answers and they only come in the Name of a God who knows so much more than my broken, little brain can wrap around. There are moms who love their children and work so hard to provide for them. There are children’s homes here who take the rejected, abused children and nurture them to be God-fearing men and women.
God is faithful. Even in the tough. Taking the tough to become seeing-through-to-God places is possible, but not alone. He is the only one that can help us SEE.
*Italics emphasis placed on Ann Voskamp’s “10,000 Gifts” quotes.







p. She arrives every day with a smile on her face and leads the time of prayer and worship every morning before our day begins.
Bridget knew Gladys from her previous trip to Kenya in 2011 and found her ‘by chance’ just after her attack. Bridget started caring
for Gladys’ injuries and praying over her each day. I’m not telling the story well…but you can read it 







