Category Archives: Missions

Unmasking the Need

In the spring of 2013, I was running my usual route on a cool jungle morning. Unspoiled mountain views surrounded me — their beauty a constant source of awe.  That day however, my thoughts couldn’t appreciate the scenery because of the chaos in my mind. Thoughts of worry, doubt, and fear fought for dominance in my heart. Each emotion finding its root in the new path God had recently asked me to walk.

After two and half years of missionary life in the jungle, God was calling me to leave.  I had no clue why. Life in the jungle had been a struggle at first, but now I loved it and couldn’t imagine leaving it behind. I wanted to stay. I didn’t want a new calling.

But it was here, and I ran that day hoping that God would somehow change his mind and let me stay. My headphones pumped worship music in my ears. I needed some peace; I needed confirmation. The music shifted from Chris Tomlin’s lilt to Lecrae’s dominant voice. He rapped a portion of scripture I hadn’t thought of in a while:

Then He said to me,
Prophesy to these bones and say to them,
Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!
This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones,
I will make breath enter you,
And you will come alive.
So I prophesied as I was commanded.
As I was prophesying, there was a noise, a rattling sound,
And the bones came together, bone to bone.
And I looked, and tendons and flesh appeared on them,
And skin covered them, but there was no breath in them.
Then He said to me,
Prophesy to the breath,
Prophesy, son of man, and say to it,
Come from the four winds of breath and breathe.

As Lecrae spoke these words, I heard God clearly say, “I’m calling you to be an Ezekiel. I’m asking you to breath life into those who are dead. The mountains of central Appalachia are your Valley of Dry Bones.”

Tears flooded my cheeks as I finished my run. I went straight home and looked up God’s moment with Ezekiel (Chapter 37: 1-14). I was overwhelmed by the obvious connection to God’s new direction for us and these verses.

God first points out the absurdity of bones living again – a thought that crossed my mind, too. The people of central Appalachia are steeped in generations of “death” like drug addiction, poverty, dysfunction, and extreme hopelessness. How can I change any of that? It seems nearly as impossible as dry bones coming together again.

Then God asks Ezekiel to prophecy – to speak words of life, to encourage, to offer hope. He does and the bones begin to move and reconnect. God again asks Ezekiel to speak, and he does. Muscles and flesh start forming over the bones.

At this point, there are bodies who’ve gone from dry bones to bodily forms. Yet, there is still no life in them. God tells Ezekiel to call the four winds to come a fill the bodies with breath – with life. Those four winds come from the North, East, South and West. Again, I reminded God of my limited abilities. He pointed out that the four winds represented the people He would send from all over the nation to help Keith and I in this ministry. I don’t know who they are or where they live, but I know that will come alongside us to watch an army of teens sold out to Christ rise up from a pile of dry bones.

And just like Ezekiel, I stood in awe of what God had promised. I relinquished my need to stay in the comfort of my current life. I opened my hands and let go of the expectations I had, and I said, “Here I am God. Send me.”

I rarely speak about the nitty gritty of my family’s missions journey. Most writings about this part of life is masked. But today I can’t mask where I am; I cannot pretend my heart doesn’t ache to do the work God has asked me to do. Almost two years have passed since that morning run, and we are still working to get there. Still working for the chance to meet the teens that need hope. We can’t even begin to minister until our budget is fully funded. My heart hurts today for the kids that need us there today – not six months from now. My heart longs to speak life to the middle school girl who’s trapped in sexual abuse or drug addiction. If only there was someone there now to tell her of the hope of Christ, so her dry bones can live again.

Friends, I want to be that voice! I want to be there today! The word of God says that you have not because you ask not, so today I’m asking. We need people from the “four winds” to partner with us financially, prayerfully, and even physically. Today, I’m only asking that you do one thing. Take a minute and pray about what God might have you do to help us reach the valley of dry bones.

This song by Lauren Daigle has become my heart’s cry. Everyday I stand on the promise that God will make that valley an army for Him, and He will use us to do it. If you have a second, take a moment to listen to the words and prayerfully consider if you can partner with us to reach the teens of Central Appalachia. We would love for you to join us!

‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: O my people, I will open your graves of exile and cause you to rise again. Then I will bring you back to the land of Israel. 13 When this happens, O my people, you will know that I am the Lord. 14 I will put my Spirit in you, and you will live again and return home to your own land. Then you will know that I, the Lord, have spoken, and I have done what I said. Yes, the Lord has spoken!’”

–Ezekiel 37:12-14



Traveling in Hope

Spring Peekaboo QuoteI drove to church last night, and it was spring. I rolled the windows down to listen to the frog symphony performed from the water-filled ditches along the road. The breeze fluttered through my hair. The sun peeked out around a few lonely clouds defying them with his glorious hues. Just a few days ago the ground was covered in white and the temperatures required coats, beanies, gloves as well as extra socks – winter asserting its power.

The spring-like weather was a simple peek-a-boo that evening. Today the sky is once again all gray and pouring out iced rain and snow. Winter isn’t giving up so easily. Even though it was only for a few hours, the hint of spring renewed me. I suddenly remembered the sun’s warmth on my face, the freedom of shorts and a t-shirt, the leaves dancing in radiant green as balmy breezes brush over them. The doldrums of gray days, biting winds, and painful shivers wouldn’t last forever.

And so it is with any winter. No matter if winter comes dressed as an unexpected illness, sudden tragedy, or ill-prepared life change, the hard part cannot last forever. The ground must thaw. The trees must relinquish their buds. The sky must perform the sun’s show. All becomes new once again.

There are moments in life when the winter seems interminable, and then out of the blue a hint of spring fills our soul. Spring might come in the form of an encouraging word from a friend filled with the exact words you needed to hear. Or it could be an unexpected blessing of money, friendship, or beauty. Sometimes it shows up as laughter, a song, or a smile.

It’s those hints that renew our souls again. Give us strength to turn our shoulder to the winter wind and push through another day. We know spring is coming; it always does. That’s how God designed the earth. It’s how he designed our walk with Him. So when spring plays peek-a-boo with your soul don’t mourn its brevity, rejoice in its inevitability.

Recently, life has been difficult for many different reasons. Our family is living in a tough stage of ministry – the one where all you do is wait and long. But with that one glimpse of spring, God allowed me to remember all the times he has sent a hint of spring my way, especially in the area of my missions journey. He reminded me that seasons must change; it cannot remain cold and dreary forever. Those moments when spring peeks through let me know that good things are coming, the landscape of my life with burst forth again with color and warmth. So I cling to this thought and choose to travel in hope toward the oncoming spring.

Song of Solomon 2:11-13

Look, the winter is past,
and the rains are over and gone.

The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come,
and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air.

The fig trees are forming young fruit,
 and the fragrant grapevines are blossoming.
Rise up, my darling!
 Come away with me, my fair one!”