a new year, a new adventure

so long since I've blogged, and i feel like i have so much to say. for starters, this past 9 months since returning from India have been quite a struggle in many ways for me- but i understand now how God was still moving, working, and in control of it all, continuing to teach me even when i didn't want to be taught. Race season ended, thanksgiving and Christmas have come and gone, and now we are about to encounter a brand new year, a new start, new beginning. I like new years, it's like waking up to God's mercies a new every morning yet for some reason I feel like on January 1st, I wake up to a little extra mercy from Him, a deep fresh breath, and lots of excitement for what's to come in the following 365 days.

But more than just a fresh year, I like to reflect on the previous one. Where God took me, what He's done in me, and through me. The ups, the downs, the tears, the laughter. And at the end of it all, no matter the struggles I've faced this year and still feel more blessed than ever. More honored and yet humbled that God picked me, called me, anointed me, and continues to do that in my life even when I just feel like laying in my bed and shedding a few tears for one reason or another.

So since the new year is approaching quite quickly now, I can't keep quiet any longer about my newest embarking that God has made available...This time I am India bound and not just that but also Kenya bound. That to me is like giving me the best sundae in town, then coming back and saying "I brought you some extra hot fudge and some sprinkles to top it off!" Not only has my heart and soul been longing to return to India since the moment i stepped foot back in America on March 7, 2011 but so have I always dreamed of going to Africa and seeing those sweet chocolate brown faces and big giant smiles all around me.

This Year God has heard my pleas to return to the place my heart longs for, and given me also a little extra hot fudge just because He loves me. Just because He likes to see me smile, Just because He wants to include me in his plan so perfect and so big. I feel blessed beyond measure, and so excited to take yet another adventure with Him. The one my heart beats for, and yet has been so desperately trying to find perfect communion with. My soul has been thirsty the past 9 months, like a lost soul in the desert desperately seeking just one drop of water to quench even a seconds thirst. It has been trying, It has been hard, but oh how I see now, that it has been worth it for one reason and one reason only...

God was there. God knew I would be there, He allowed me to walk a difficult time in what seemed like an eternity of wilderness, but He never left me, even the days i felt that he certainly had to have- He was still there reaching out to me, trying to quench my thirty spirit and I wouldn't let him. I was longing to go back in time, longing for what i once knew, longing for a place i missed, longing for a lot of things. And just simply saying No to what He has placed ahead of me, saying no to change, saying no to a new, different kind of growth. Yet He didn't give up on me, He didn't quit, He didn't turn away. He kept pursuing me with His relentless love for me.

And now, 9 months later as I feel like I am finally walking out of the wilderness and into a new season, maybe even a season of the promised land- I feel His presence, His voice, His spirit refreshing every part of me. Continuing to tell me to rest, to be patient, to accept His grace, His forgiveness, His love in its entirety.

He is so good, so faithful, so just, so real, so constant. And today I praise Him for the rough days, the happy days, the joyful days, the solemn days that this past year has held. I praise Him for choosing me to take yet another adventure to yet another beautiful land other than my own to love on His people. And I praise Him for quenching my thirsty soul day after day after day, and showing me that no matter where i search or where i hide- He is the ONLY one who can ever do such a thing for one's thirsty spirit.

He is the living water apart from Him we will never be satisfied.

Revelation 21:6 "And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment."

the flowers.

i feel like its been so long since i have updated on life and what God is doing. And seeing how its an absolutely BEAUTIFUL fall day i feel inspired.

I am (once again) on a search for what God has planned for me. I am motivated because of the vision for India He continues to let burn in my heart. A vision I'm confident He alone put in me. As for college, I'm seeking whether or not I really "need" it to do what I feel called to do. And if I do, what major should one pursue.

This basically is a blog to share whats going on in my life, share with you all the vision God has put in me, and maybe for an opportunity for yall to share any advice you may have if you feel led. If not, your prayers alone are greatly appreciated :)

The Vision for India that God has placed in me and just doesn't want to let me forget is this:
To have a home, or place for girls that were born in the brothels. I obviously want to see prostitutes rescued and ministries there for them, but i'm inspired to work with their daughters. The beautiful baby girls that were/are born into prostitution, before they are pushed into that way of life themselves. To get them off those streets, to instill in them the Hope of Christ, to show them life outside of the red light district. All the while encouraging them in Jesus, showing them how good and faithful He is, and hopefully seeing them grow into women of Christ that are used by HIM to change their own nation.

While I was in India back in February God spoke to me multiple times about taking care of the flowers. Strange i know, but i soon realized it was the little girls in which He has calling flowers. If one doesn't water, tend, and take care of the beauty of a flower- the beauty fades, the flower withers, and soon dies away. Same as for these precious girls in India, God's flowers, My flowers...Someone must go and tend to their beauty, their inner beauty. Someone must go water them- with LIVING WATER. Some one must go and shed Light- The Light of the world.
I feel God has called me to be that someone. I was able to see a very dark, cold, and sinful sight when i stood on the street corner of the red light district- God opened my eyes to a truth I had never known existed. He did it 1) because He knew I could handle the truth (or at least try) and 2) because he wanted to use me as His vessel to change it.



Now that i have seen, I am responsible.


As i seek the Lord on what is the first, or next step in pursuing this vision and starting the ministry, i ask for your prayers for guidance and patience. But more than that, prayer for girls we will minister to, wherever they may be today, whether born or unborn yet. pray for their mothers. pray for their protection. Pray for God to hold them in His arms and keep them safe until we are there. For He is the ultimate sustainer, the ultimate flower keeper. The Living Water, The Light of the World.

God uses the unlikely.

ive recently developed a love for historical fiction books, especially biblical history. so here's a recommendation for all your readers out there: Lineage of Grace by Francine Rivers (favorite author of all time)

So far I've read Tamar, Rehab, and Ruth. I'm fascinated and in awe of these women and their faith in the ONE TRUE GOD.- the God they searched and desired even if He wasn't the god of their fathers. They yearned for more. They yearned for peace. And God picked them, He chose them from among the gentiles and used them in the lineage of Christ himself.

NOW that is LOVE.

If you don't feel like there's any way Christ would want to use you, if you feel discouraged, if you don't feel worthy, if you just don't understand why- this is my encouragement to you. God can, will, and wants to use you! nothing you've done, or could even think to do will change the way he feels towards you. You are his chosen one, His beloved, His child. Stop wallowing in your sorrows or shame, and put your eyes towards the maker of the heavens, the one who parted the Jordan river, who told the walls of Jericho to fall, who saved a prostitute from destruction, who answered prayer after prayer, and blessed the ones who put their faith in Him.

Let Him use YOU today. let Him answer YOUR prayers today. be the tamar, rehab, ruth. be the bathsheba, be the mary.


be the unlikely one whom God uses to change eternity.

Not yet my child.

last night i lay in my bed sobbing as i watched the documentary "born into the brothels" once again. only this time i saw it with different eyes...eyes that knew, eyes that had seen. I closed my eyes, and remembered. I watched them film on the crowded streets and pretended i was there beside them. And i stopped...and said, "Lord, ill quit school (again ha) and go there right this instant if you want. just say the words." i sat. i waited. and i heard a soft whisper..."not yet my child, but the time is coming soon." so i lay and wept, and prayed, and wondered where those sweet faces were today. I glanced up at my map on the wall and tried to imagine what was taking place on those streets as i lay in my warm, cozy, comfortable bed....where i don't have to share it with strange men night after night. and my heart ached for those beautiful girls. my heart ached for the rehabs in India, the ones who are searching for a way out, a way to the lover of their soul, a way to the ONLY one who can save them for the walls coming down.


Why Lord does it constantly find it's way into nearly every conversation, why Lord is it always in my thoughts, why Lord am i here when my soul is longing to be there.


Not yet my child, but the time is coming soon.




The Lord willing, we are going to try to go this off season. I AM SO EXCITED! God has been so good to me. I praise Him for the little things...like allowing me to see born into the brothels last night. I can always count on him to constantly keep my fire for india burning. HIS PLANS ARE GOOD. and i love Him for that.

more pictures :)

sweet lady at the nursing home that wanted my pearls.


Gator's first trip!!


precious girls laughing at VBS in the village.


my sweet friends i made at the chinandega dump.


This family came to know Christ 4 months ago,
and their joy truly was from the LORD!


women lined up at the dump for beans and rice.


How can you not believe in a God that creates such beauty?


mud facials by the kids at the caldrans!


my sweet sasilia, and tatiana!

nicaragua.

Last week i got the opportunity to go back to the nation that first stole my heart. the people who first captured all my love. the place God first began prying into my heart. the country i first saw a vision of the things to come in my life.

I finally, after three long years was back in Nicaragua. yet this time, it was different. much much different. I still loved the people. i still enjoyed that beautiful nicaraguan trash smell. i still loved riding in the van and watching people on the streets. i still loved getting down and dirty to hold those precious babies. but something inside me was different. hurting yet complete in a sense.

I had prepared myself for this trip, knowing that i would return and leave knowing one of two things. Either that my heart still pounded the beat of nicaragua- that there was room enough for all the places i love. that every nation God sends me to i would feel equally called to, and that wherever it may be it would feel perfectly right. OR i would return and feel something very different than the previous two trips i made there. something only the Holy Spirit could make right within my own spirit. That i would go and receive confirmation that India was the place for me. That India had my heart, and not just my heart but God 's heart for me. That the beats of my heart still sounded an Indian beat.


And just that happened. i was speechless. almost numb. hurting. yet relieved. yearning. yet content. helpless. yet hopeful. confused. yet satisfied.

I first felt like something had gone terribly wrong, but in the midst of that Go d reassured me that it was okay. different is okay. that He is in control and He knows all things. Let me make sure i make this point...i still love nicaragua, i still love the people, i still felt the need to be there to share Christ with a lost nation. I still enjoyed my week. i still loved, laughed, and cried. But i walked away knowing for whatever reason God has put something extraordinary in my heart for India. He's shed a hope for the plans He has for me there. He's given me a glimpse of His heart for that nation, and it isn't something i can take lightly.

I have no clue as to what that ministry looks like. whether its fu ll time, or just a trip to trip kind of thing. But i do know God's given me a stiring that has yet to be lifted, something special for India that i can't quite explain.

Forever Nicaragua will hold a special place in my heart. Not to say i'll never go back...cause im sure i will. But just in case i don't...I got closure. Questions were answered. And God allowed me one more chance to return to the place that first captured my heart. The place He called me into missions, the place He lit my fire of passion for the lost and broken world.

i feel ready. i feel complete. i feel honored, and humbled. i thank God for that week, i thank Him for his faithfulness. I praise Him for His goodness. I reflect on what all He has done in my life in the past three years, and i rejoice in all of it...both good and bad. I PRAISE HIM TODAY!

looking back and feeling blessed.

ATTENTION ALL: in T-minus 3 weeks and a day i will be back in the land the first stole my heart. Nicaragua. 23 days and i will smell that beautiful smell (at least its beautiful to me) and speak my broken spanish which by now has become quite a show! for the first time in about 3 years i will finally see the smiles and faces of the precious people God used to pry into my heart and set a flame in my soul for missions. I'm anxious and excited to see what God does in me as i return there. I wonder if it will feel the same.

looking back on the past 3 years and what God has done in my heart i am overwhelmed by His goodness. never would i or could i have dreamed the things i have gotten to experience, see, feel, learn, or grow in- yet because of His goodness and grace i've been blessed. I pray this trip will be a time like none before.

i do hope for your prayers as we prepare for this exciting time.

PRAY FOR:
*hearts and spirits to be ready and eager (both ours and theirs)
*all plans and agendas to flow as the Lord would have them to
*God to receive ALL glory, honor, and praise for the days we will spend in preparation and also the days we will spend with the nicaraguans.


PRAISE THE LORD FOR THE GOOD THINGS HE HAS DONE!

in the beating of my heart.

today, yesterday, the days before...i can't seem to get it of my head. it's always there in nearly every thought. multiple times a day something is said that reminds me, and there goes my mind racing once again. i try, yet can't shake it. INDIA. it's back. He won't let me forget my time there isn't finished. There's still more to come. I can't lose heart, i can't lose sight, and i certainly can't forget all the promises He's made. THERE IS HOPE FOR INDIA.

Over the past two weeks God's brought it up over and over again. And I finally realized He's speaking, He's obviously got something important to share with me. So i sit, i wait, and i simply asked...."Okay God, i hear you, but what do i do?"

and He spoke clear as day...Isaiah 23. to be honest, i know very little about the setting of this passage but all i noticed, all i could see was the word: PROSTITUTE splattered in almost every phrase. And it was in that moment, i remembered. I saw their faces flash through my mind, i saw their tears, i felt the darkness once more. it one split second i was back on the street corner in Mumbai, India in the midst of evil all around crying the name of Jesus because nothing else seemed right. The prostitutes. The flowers. The ones that someone has to go mend. Someone has to go make them whole again.

"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor; he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn; to grant to those who mourn in Zion- to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord that He may be glorified." Isaiah 61.


that HE may be glorified. All these things done in order that HE might receive glory. women coming, seeking, and finding rescue and redemption in the very name of Jesus, that HE may be glorified.

My time there isn't finished. I can't lose heart. I can't forget. And not even for myself, but that HE may be glorified.





i must go back.

saying no to everything, to find everything in nothing.

My first struggle about coming home was learning how to be "normal" again.- to interact socially again, to live my life in such a way as to "fit in" with those around me. This in turn led to being home- here i found i didn't want normal anymore. i wanted more, yet i wanted nothing so to speak. I wanted to be anywhere, anywhere but here. Then God spoke loud and clear and said "You're home Ashton, Embrace it."

So here i am...i am becoming home- something very dangerous to become. And by that i mean, I'm reaching a state of contentment and comfort in the world, becoming self-sufficient, needing to rely very little on my sweet Savior. It's a scary and dangerous place to be- home. America: a land of endless resources, support, and opportunities. A land where frankly we can survive without even trusting in the Lord. NEW FLASH: i don't want to simply survive. I want to struggle, to need Him, to have that "cant live without Him" motto and it actually be true of my very life.

This is me...being completely open and vulnerable about the struggles I am facing. I have snuck back into a "comfortable" lifestyle when all along that was the one place i wanted to stay far away from. But how do we live in a such a way that our lives don't look like the world? How do we become a living, breathing representation of Romans 12:1-2?

"Therefore I urge you brothers and sisters, in the view of God's mercies to offer your bodies as living sacrifices- holy and pleasing to Him. For this is true worship. Do not conform to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may be able to test and approve what God's will is- His good, perfect, and pleasing will."

That's the journey i am now on- seeking a life fully reliant on Christ when everything i could ever want or need is right before my eyes. To say "no" to everything and find everything in nothing.

betrayal.

I am Judas's kiss but you love me anyway...


Today at church we talked about the last supper, only this time i saw it with new eyes. Taught in a way i'd never really considered. Jesus was loving Judas still, all the time knowing what was to come. He continually reached out to Judas, amidst all he carried with Him. Betrayal. Dirt. Sin. Baggage. Yet, Jesus wanted Him to know, He still was there, He still cared, He still wanted His heart. There was still hope- but Judas walked out.


That's me. I'm Judas. I'm the one who kissed Jesus' cheek. The one who gave him away. The one who sealed the deal. I'm the betrayer. And it breaks me.


Today, I am broken by my sin. Broken by the thoughts of Jesus continually reaching out to me day after day saying, "Ashton, i love you. I trust you. I'm here. You don't have to do this." But just like Judas, i make the choice to walk in betrayal, in selfishness, in disobedience.


I want that to change. I want to receive that love, and let my feet truly be washed. Not just the outward appearance, but my heart- I want my heart attitude to be made clean.


listen to this song, ponder these words- and do what you need to do at the feet of Jesus today.
Sidewalk Prophets- you love me anyway
"I am the thorn in your crown but you love me anyway. I am the sweat from your brow, but you love me anyway. I am the nail in your wrist but you love me anyway. I am Judas' kiss but you love me anyway."

wrapping it all up. a SWEET victory!

so i suppose it's officially time that i close this chapter of my life.

I will never be able to put into words what all i have seen, felt, or heard in the past 2.5 months in India. my heart was mended, cleansed, and broken all at the same time. I've cradled hungry babies in my arms, wiped the tears from their eyes, and snot from their faces. I've kissed more cheeks than i can count and given more bear hugs than i thought was possible. I've poured water down thirsty little throats, and looked dead in the eyes of a beggar woman and told her how much Jesus loves her. I've danced and laughed with children dying of aids, and told devout Hindus and Muslims about the LOVE of the ONE, TRUE God. I've cleaned scabies on a sweet little boy's head days and days in a row. I've walked amidst brothels, laid hands of prayers on prostitutes ,and shared my testimony to a colony of prostitutes. I've touched lepers who haven't been touched or noticed in ages. I've told many slum children about my friend Jesus. I've braided oily hair and painted dirty toe nails. I've laughed and cried. I've ached and prayed. I've stood up for India and fought for the chains that have bound them for so long to be broken. BUT more than all of these things....I HAVE TASTED AND SEEN THAT GOD IS GOOD.

"For the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts." :Isaiah 55:9

i will never understand why God chose me to go do this task for him. I'll never understand why i saw the things i did or felt the things i felt. I'll never be able to comprehend why there is so much injustice and why so many people are doing nothing about it. i just won't get it. But God has spoken this scripture to me numerous times when i get frustrated and concerned with these unanswered questions of my heart. He understands things i cannot and i will choose to trust Him in that. For some reason he called me and asked me to Go- so i did. And never will i take that for granted, he knows far better than my mind can even comprehend. So instead of questioning His will and plans, i will stand up and praise Him all the louder. I will praise him for His faithfulness, His goodness, and His grace over the past 2.5 months. I will do all i can to make HIS name be the one ringing in the heavens today, and not my own.

My prayer is that people won't read this blog, see my pictures, hear my stories and think of how great i am. That not one person would choose to believe they couldn't do this very thing I've done. I'm no greater, no bigger, no wiser. I'm just me, chosen. Just like momma and daddy were chosen to be school teachers and they are walking out in that with full obedience. And just like Trevor was chosen and called to be a racecar driver that makes the name of Jesus known. And just like all my friends at this place in life are called to their universities. So was i called to go to the nation of India. Just like all of you who are serving where God has planted you, so i served where He planted me. No different, no better- just with obedience. So today, let's let the name of Jesus ring loud for all the blessings he has bestowed upon my last two and a half months. Let's let him receive the Glory and let's let Him be the one being recognized. For He is BEYOND worthy of that!

My last month and a half in India was when I came alive again. I walked through some tough things within my own personal life. Things that needed to be redeemed, and cleansed. And in this process i experienced what TOTAL surrender looks like. For way too long I'd be holding on to those last little things that i still wanted to control- yet God got my attention and took me on a ride of a lifetime. I've always wanted more in my relationship with Jesus, and yet i had no idea how to obtain a love relationship with Him like i was always taught to have. I just couldn't seem to grasp what it meant to be IN LOVE with Him and not just say it. To all you who have wondered that very thing....its called SURRENDER. and my favorite definition of the word surrender is this: to relinquish possession or control over. And for me, that's what it took. I recognized how useless i am without Christ, and how filthy i am without his forgiveness. I had to take all the things i knew in my head and make them a reality of my heart. God came down and touched me in Jaipur like I've never been touched in my life. He opened my eyes to the things about myself that were unseen to me before, and he showed me what life is really all about. It's about seeking out who He has made me to be, asking what that will take to be that person, walking to the edge of the cliff and just simply taking a jump.

Which brings me to this, i have no idea what is to come. For all of you who have asked what's my next step- your guess is as good as mine. For now, I'm going to take some time to adjust back into normal life and just seek the Lord on where He wants me next. Whether that be school, or to another country again, i hope that I will just find the place He has for me right now doing whatever it is that He wants me to do. He has been faithful thus far, and will continue to be and I know when it's time He will show me EXACTLY what's next. I do know that not only am i closing this chapter of my time in India and the previous three months at YWAM, I am also closing many other chapters of my life. Chapters that i held on to for far too many years, chapters that I am now walking in freedom from and have never been more content. This blog represents victory for me for so many areas of my life that Satan had me bound for so long- NOW....by the grace of JESUS CHRIST i am walking on to a fresh wind of life, a fresh new chapter and actually more than that....i am walking on to the next book. The past 20 years are finished, they've made me the girl i am and now it's time to be the woman God has called me to be.

i love each of you so much, and will never been able to express my gratitude for all your love, support, prayers, and encouragement. Your words and prayers have literally kept me going- and made me appreciate the relationships and people God has given me. I've gained such a respect for each of you because there was never one moment of my time away that I didn't feel loved by you all back at home. Your cards, emails, and comments have made me feel so valued and appreciated and I praise Jesus every single day for each of you. I sure am a lucky little girl! So thank you all so much, you've made coming home such an easy adjustment for me. I hope that I can be as encouraging to you all as you've been to me. Each of you hold such a special place in my heart, right along with my sweet Indian babies....feel special cause that's a HUGE compliment :)

Let me leave you with this....God is in control. His plans are better than our own. He love is never ending and never swerving. He loves you and has exciting things for your life. Just let Him use you WHEREVER he wills and i promise that's when life gains meaning....when you know you are doing the things God has placed before you and being the person He created you to be.

my best lamb.

"Lord, I don't NOT want to give my best lamb to you."
that was my prayer the other day and this is the revelation God spoke to my heart, in response to my cry.

God invited me over to dinner, (after asking what my favorite meal was of course). So he fixed me my momma's baked chicken, grammy's mashed potatoes, sister shubert rolls, and a big glass of sweet tea. So i went to dinner and enjoyed EVERY bite. later i cam to find out that God didn't actually even like baked chicken but he cooked it and ate it because he knew how much i longed for it. He really does love me that much. So in appreciation for his dinner for me i asked him over to eat at my house. He told me what his favorite meal was so i told him then time in which to be at my house ready to eat like a crazy man. As i was preparing his meal i decided i didnt have the time or energy. so instead i got our some chicken and potatoes and heated them up in the microwave and waited for his arrival. the time came and God walked in, sat at the table, and i served him the few bites i had leftover. He never complained nor said a word. He ate his few bites and was simply quiet. But then i looked at him and saw it. I hadnt given him my best. i hadnt given what he deserved. Id given what i wanted, what i could handle, what i was comfortable fixing. And thats when it all became so clear to me...he served me forgiveness, redemption, grace, and love, but more than anything else- he gave me Jesus. Even though he didnt like seeing him suffer and died- he did it cause he knew it was what my soul would crave. he knew jesus would satisfy my hunger. He loved me enough. And in return, to show my appreciation...i served only what i wanted. what didnt take much sacrifice. i gave him my attitude (but only sometimes), i gave him my future (but only the parts i didnt want to plan for myself), and i gave him my friendships (yet only cause i wanted him to bless them even more). And other than that i kept everything else for myself....so much for showing that im grateful. I served him a lousy bite of leftovers, and the entire time he never said a word. He ate the bite, and didnt complain. But i saw it in his eyes- he wanted more. He wanted me.

would you ever actually have the creator of the universe over and not feed him your best meal? so why friends do we live our lives in such a way that he only gets a bite or two?
Now here is my challenge to you...what meal lhas God asked you to prepare? what meal did he tell you was his favorite? For me, he asked for my family, my american dream, for my relationships, my comfort, but more than all of that He's asked for my heart. The keys to my garden, my temple, my soul. and now that Ive seen the look in his eyes- I'd never want to intentionally keep him from all of that. Just like He satisfied my hunger, i want to satisfy His. I want to serve my best meal, my best lamb cause thats what He deserves and desires. What are you serving today?

incredible india.

"now that i have seen, i am responsible. faith without deeds is dead. now that i have held you, in my own arms, i won't let go til you are HIS."

this song has quickly become the song of my life. after spending a few days in the 2nd largest city in the world and the 3rd largest red light district- Mumbai has forever changed me. The things i saw, will never be erased, and now...i am responsible to do something, anything. Walking in the heart of the red light district, brothels on both sides of the street, and as far as the eye can see. Every man is a pimp or a customer, every woman a prostitute, and every child destined for this same life. I saw men coming down the stairs putting their clothes back on. I saw babies hiding in their mothers arms, as her own eyes are filled with hopelessness like Ive never seen before. America needs to see. America needs to know. the injustices across the world are almost unbearable to even think of. In India alone nearly 8 million women are prostitutes. 3.3 of those are ages 15-18, and 2 million are between the ages of 5 and 15. HALF of the girls are minors. And over 90% of these women were lied to, stolen, forced, or sold by their own loved ones into this life. Majority, with no way out. Its sickening. The images i have stuck in my head will never leave, and I'm at the point where i pray they never will. I pray i never be "okay" with the things i saw. I pray i never lose the righteous anger i have inside for this injustice. Purity, Hope, Life has been stolen. What will it take to get those things back for these women. The answer is simple...Jesus. Restoration. Rescue. But that answer is much easier said than done. So let's start with something tangible...PRAY. Are you supposed to do something about it? Be open. Let the Lord speak.

As I walked the streets of Mumbai, a woman stopped me and began begging me to take her baby boy home with me to America. My eyes flooded with tears. That's love, real love. She loved him so much that she was actually willing and begging for me to take him away because she knew life with me, a white stranger, was far better than any life she could even imagine of giving him.
Wow. That's humbling.

Needless to say, the week i spent in mumbai was a very emotional week, but i am so honored that God picked ME to do this. I cant fathom why, but i will embrace it. For i have been called to India for such a time as this. And for that, i will praise my Savior all the more.

Now, I'm back in Hyderabad. A city that I've grown to love. God's city. God's place. They just need to blinders to be lifted. Psalm 115:4-8 says, "Their idols are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths, but do not speak; eyes but do not see. They have ears but do not hear; noses, but do not smell. They have hands but do not feel; feet, but do not walk; and they do not make a sound in their throat. Those who make them become like them, and so do all who trust in them." As i read this verse a few days ago, my heart was stirred up inside. We must pray against these things in the lives of the Hindus here in India. They have become like their gods, and OUR GOD is greater. Their eyes, ears, hearts, lips must be open. Pray for that. Pray for the veils to be lifted, that they may come to know the ONE TRUE GOD. The lover of their souls. The King of Kings, Prince of Peace.

its week three for me. India is more than i could've dreamed for. I miss home more than i could've imagined, but He is holding my hand. I'm here for a purpose, and that is enough to keep doing what I'm doing. I appreciate all the prayers, and uplifting emails and posts. They help me get through the tough days. I would love to update more, however duty calls. I only get one day a week for internet, so just keep praying. And when i get back in march ill be sure to share ALL my stories! LOVE to you all. MISS you all so much.

TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY!