When was the last time you thanked God for your freedom? For thousands of children in Cambodia, it is their prayer; and for a few, they give thanks. I thank God for Agape International Ministries and for the SWAT team that works so hard to answer their prayers. I lift up in prayer all the teams, from all around the world, that support AIM on the ground in Svay Pak. I give thanks for all those that want to help and take a moment to send a donation to AIM so that they can continue the hard work of rescue, restoration and reintegration of young lives.
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Driving from one end of California to the other this week, I pushed the scan button on my radio hoping for something, anything, to keep me company. A cowboy’s voice belting out a love song: “Woke up this morning still drunk on your love. Now I know why I’m feeling so high, because I’m still drunk on your love.”
I immediately think of you and smile. You’ve been with me from the beginning. As the country singer continues to croon, I watch a flock of sheep frolic in a field of yellow mustard. I love how you do that! Every year, no matter what, you promise those subtle reminders of new life. New beginnings.
I finally make my way home and take a walk to stretch my legs after that long drive. The sweet fragrance of Acacia fills the air and my heart relaxes. Love is in the air. Breathe. Once again, a reminder that you are right there by my side. I can always, always count on you.
You are so clever. Just when I start to question, you lift a hawk high into the sky. He stretches his wings, and makes slow circles over my head, laughing at my doubt. That same breath of air gently brushes the blades of bright green grass on the path ahead and I am glad to be alive.
Thank you for not giving up on me. I am grateful and I love you. Remind me to open my heart to the possibilities that lie ahead.
There are friends who pretend to be friends, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother. — Proverbs 18:24
Merry Christmas, dear friends!
My heart starts to beat double-time when I think about seeing these sweet children once again! I simply can hardly wait. My prayer: that we can bring them a reason to hope. That somehow, we can make a difference. That we can once again be a strong link in a chain of loving adults who allow these children to feel safe, even if for a few hours each day. Please pray for these children and for all those waiting to be rescued! My mission team leaves for Cambodia on January 14, 2016.
You have a boatload of grace and the love and support of your God. That’s all you need. We are all the same in this. We all have these same fears and doubts. I like this translation of the scripture you asked about:
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
English Standard Version
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
(2 Corinthians 12:9)
So, I think He’s telling us it’s OK to be “weak” and to lean on our Lord during times when we simply cannot understand; cannot fathom the evil; and certainly, cannot find it in ourselves to forgive.
With lots of love,
I want to express my deepest condolences to all the families and friends grieving over those lost in San Bernardino this week. My prayers are with you all.
As a Christian, I also want to lift up in prayer all Muslim-Americans who, like me, are sickened by what is happening in this country.
An Op Ed in the NY Times said it so well:
“Muslim-Americans, like other Americans, are horrified by the massacre and frightened at the prospect of terrorism striking here. They also carry a separate burden, having lived for years under the suspicion that ties them, broadly and unjustly, to criminal atrocities committed by killers linked to Islam. Many Muslim-Americans were doubtless concerned their own safety would be threatened by those driven by fear and hate. The mass shooting in San Bernardino may give rise to more fear, but murderous gun rampages, an everyday occurrence in the United States, have been set off by workplace resentments, anti-abortion and anti-government zealotry, paranoia, suicidal megalomania, various other forms of sociopathy, and by no evident reasons at all.
There is nothing wise — particularly from a law-enforcement and security perspective — about the urge to isolate and stigmatize Americans of any faith or heritage.”