Little Hands Change the World

Our world changers, leading the way on the dirt roads in Kenya, Africa

When the world seems too overwhelming, sometimes children close their eyes, tight. Shutting out the hurt and pretending it away.

When the world seems too overwhelming, sometimes children open their eyes, wide. Letting love sink deep down and spilling it all over those around.

Our boys, ages 7 and 10, have seen quite a bit in their lifetime, passports bulging full with stamps and visas to the nations. Feeding children in trash dumps, tribal jungle treks, AIDS orphanages, inner city homeless ... their eyes have beheld.

Cultivating. Learning. Changing. Loving. Their hearts tugged on by the millions of Dalits, considered the untouchable lowest of lows, of India. We have yet to touch soil with feet. Their prayers have shaken mountains.

They banded together, sorted through their toys, searched through our learning supplies, and radically gave up. Marking prices. Selling favorite treasures. They gave, so they could share Jesus with these children in India.

"You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving." - Amy Carmichael

Continuing to share a thanks moment, say gracias, for little hands that change the world.

hearts of children wide open to give and love and sacrifice

brothers searching through their toys

delightful voices 'lets sell this for the kids in India, Mom'

little fingers pricing treasures

piles of favorites books, cherished toys and games piled high on the dining room table

friends that came to shop, and buy, supporting world changers' dreams

Bridges of Hope, connecting young boys with the nations

reaching their goal, miraculous

lives changed for eternity, in our home and India

and somewhere a water buffalo proclaiming His praise

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For a Generation

Has anyone else noticed? Do we truly realize the potential wrapped up in a generation? Look into these eyes. Joy, love, a child like faith .... Children are the gift we give to a generation we will never see.

If you knew me, sat down for a cup of tea on my comfy sofa, soon you would learn I have a passion for children. It spills out of my heart and into my actions on a regular basis. Serving children on the mission field. Equipping children to change their world. Reaching a generation. My heartbeat and His.

When a child is involved, this mama bear tends to wage war. Let's just say I'm roaring today and bearing my teeth. I'm tired of playing nice. It's time to dust off the army boots and stomp into the battle. The best part, we already know who wins. A cross and an empty tomb ensure the real victory.

This battle in my heart began in an AIDS orphanage in Kenya. Peter forever changed my life with his smile and innocence being ravaged by a crazy disease he had no part in. We began the long process of adoption through Ethiopia. My heart began to beat wild as I battled for the children on the waiting list, praying and standing for them. We took a break from our adoption when we returned to the US from the mission field, called to a time of rest. My prayers continued to battle.

One particular precious one grabbed my heart. He survived a premature birth. On my knees for him instantly as I heard. God has plans for this little guy. A family matched. All paperwork passed. Some setbacks that we bulldozed through in the heavenly realms. Everything cleared. Waiting for the final call to come and take him home.

And now, a child blessed beyond measure with a mommy and daddy waiting for him. A family that knows my Jesus and will raise him. They wait. I stand with them, for far too long. Now this ... investigations, possible ending to international adoption from their country, children waiting for a home. Time to wage some serious warfare.

Care to find your battle fatigues and join me? These children have no voice but ours.

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