Sent to Rwanda

O my goodness. I’m laying awake tonight so excited as we are launching this fundraising website  and a new twist on our ministry. This is a story about God being God. There is no way in this small message I can tell you the full story, so know there are years of evidence that God has been moving things into place and then He opened the door and said, “Jamie, I want to show you something.” Okay, that was Moses, our youth minister who verbally said it, but God inspired him. Just a few short weeks ago I was shown an alley where women sell sex. I knew it happened, I knew it was there, but I hadn’t ever seen it with my own eyes. We talked to one young woman who said that if she had ANY other option in life, she would not be a prostitute.  Jamie, do you love me? Yes, Lord, you know I love you. Then feed my lambs. Fast forward a few weeks to having two Rwandan social workers say, “I want to help!” A best buddy who said, “I’m in!” An Australian social worker who has experi

I believe there are two things (among many), but two specific things that the enemy has used to paralyze me as a Christian: fear and safety. Recently at our Bible study, one of the ladies, Sylvia, was facilitating our discussion and she wanted to have a video ready that she could show.   I pulled up this video of an interview with a man who had lost two of his brothers in the February beheadings. The interview started and the brother began with saying how he was thanking ISIS because they didn’t cut off the part of the video when his brothers and 19 others were calling out to the name of Jesus before they were beheaded. He was thanking ISIS? Anger took over my mind and my heart. If someone were to kill my family like that, I did not know how I could possibly be thankful about anything regarding the people who did that. Anger was all I could see. Then the interviewer asked the brother about their mother. He wanted to know how his mother would react if she saw some of th