For my whole life I have shuddered at the tales of sex trafficking. I used to cover my ears and leave the room when someone would retell a horror story they heard about a girl being stolen and forced into prostitution. Now I find myself in the middle of it all - and I am strong and brave.

The change of heart came when God called me to the streets of Tijuana and said,

Staring at this powerful woman of God who sat around my campfire the most random though came to me…..

What if Elijah came to dinner?

It’s Friday and I’m wrapping up my office work, but a big yellow envelope marked “G” in green pen keeps catching my eye.

About an hour ago it was dropped off at the CCWM headquarters for deposit. When our Office Administrator, Jane opened the envelope she simply stated, “whoa”.

It was full of …

“What a gift it is to be a reflection of the light of Jesus and get to walk into these dark places knowing that where the light enters, the darkness must flee.”

Are our overseas workers safe?" Is an oft-asked question. Worker safety is of prime importance. Yet if safety is the primary issue for families, churches, and agencies, then there is only one thing to do…..

No really. It’s true. Test it out, ask some of your missionary friends if that is something they hear too, because they will likely confirm it. It’s a thing. People don’t

And this is where I begin to get nervous. I can feel myself holding my breath. I’ve been working under Dan’s leadership long enough to know what question will be coming next…. and sadly this is where the vetting process all too often ends for us.

“So, tell me,” Dan leans in

“We’re Getting Married!” These three words should bring joy. However, as a missions mobilizer, these are the three words that have killed the mission more times than I care to acknowledge. The announcement is usually followed up by, “We are planning to go to the mission field together one day.” I wish that were true. I really do. But I’ve been at this for long enough to know…

Here I am Lord,... send my sister. That comment would be funny if it did not ring so true.

This lie assumes that to stay, guarantees something it does not. Who is to say what may have become of my children, my family, had we chosen to not obey? It is audacious of me to have thought disobedience would have guaranteed a ‘good life’.

I’m certain the pastor meant well, but it didn’t make it less awkward. My husband Troy and I were sitting in the congregation feeling our cheeks burn hot with embarrassment as the pastor preached on

The phone rang only minutes before midnight. Even though we were sitting right there waiting for this important call, my husband Troy and I allowed another ring before answering, an attempt to not appear as desperate as we felt. I went to reach for it and felt my stomach turn on second thought. What if it was the news we would rather not hear? What if the decision to send our family overseas had been a firm no?

“Hello.” Troy answered

“Did the Bibles get printed yet?” I asked. “No…still no Bibles.” Came the disappointed reply of the shop worker. We had been waiting on Bibles for over a month now. A donation had been made for us to purchase up to fifty Bibles. The trouble was

I quickly got to work telling the story of missions and attempting to speak with various Church leaders and missions committees. What I didn’t expect were the closed doors, the blank looks, the lack of luster or passion to SEND. It seemed these days, sending had become old fashioned, out dated, misunderstood and dare I say…weird.

Mimi, this wasn’t a very good bedtime story.
My granddaughter said with tears in her eyes as we finished up the animated version of the death and resurrection of Jesus.

“Why do you say that?” I asked her.
“Because there was so much murder.” she replied.

After I tucked her into bed and we had spent some time talking to the Jesus that had been brutally murdered on the television screen just an hour ago, I

Before I arrived I remember guessing what I could bring. At one time I'm quoted in our local paper as saying that I would teach the Mongolians in my community to have better "hygiene." (note to self: DON'T do articles about your work before you've started working). I cringe when I

“The narrator told me that John and Betty didn’t fully fall in love at Moody, they were distracted deeply by God’s call on their life. Each to missions and nothing pulled them away from that call.”

But had I been you
I wonder,
Would you have told me these things instead?

My first Christmas morning as I walked the empty streets with Anelise, we found a group of teenagers laying on an old mattress. They jumped up shouting…