For Justice & Equity

Some days my prayers are quiet whispers, while other days my prayers are silent and merely directed thoughts. Here lately, my prayers have been shouts of plea for justice and equity. I find myself in good company as I reflect on Jesus praying in the garden of Gethsemane.

“He was in anguish and prayed even more earnestly. His sweat became like drops of blood falling on the ground.” Luke 22:44

I pray for 200+ Nigerian girls that are unaccounted for, going night after night without a momma to tuck them in. I pray for the families of 118 people who lost their lives in the Jos explosions, the 30 killed in Borno, the 20 killed by a gunmen, the 10 killed by Boko Haram’s attackers. I pray for the one carrying dirty water for miles with jigger infested feet. I pray for Margaret, who was mutilated by the LRA. I pray for young Monesha, who is found in the brothels of the Red Light District. 

As the Lord reveals more and more of His plans for me, I rely on Him to teach me contentment in my waiting. I know I’m being sent, but not today. While I can’t be in Africa or Thailand at this very moment, I’m reminded that my Father walks among every nation doing far more than I ever could. Although I’m not yet physically in the lands set out for me, my prayers are there, and that’s all that’s needed when we have a God as mighty as ours at work. My peace is found in that.


Lord, I thank You for Your sacrifice, for the life You gave up in order to give life to each of us. I pray that this generation becomes a generation of world changers, only finding their strength in You. Lead us with Your strong hands down the path that You have paved for us. Anoint us with Your Holy Spirit, and equip us with the means to deliver the Gospel to every nation, and to every person, young and old. Teach us not only to raise up workers for this plentiful harvest, but to advance the Kingdom for Your glory in all that we do. Let our love look like Yours, Father. Thank You for your gracious plans. In Your Name we pray, Amen.


What We’re Here For

Just for a moment, forget my age. Forget my religion. Forget my race, the country I come from. Forget what I’ve done in the past, and forget what you’ve done as well.

Just last night I prayed that God would speak to me, and I prayed I’d have the courage to really stand up and be all I’m called to be. I didn’t care how He did it, I prayed that He’d do whatever it took to get to me. I asked that when He spoke to me, I was sure of what He was telling me. I was at a stand still, where I wasn’t really sure what I was doing here on earth. To be honest, all I had prayed lately was that God would just help me pass time. Pass time? What was I thinking? How do I know that I even have a tomorrow?

I was in the car tonight, and all of a sudden, I just had this wave come over me. I began thinking of what was going on in the world, and how many brave people there are. I thought of Jesus, and how He died on that cross for each of us. I thought of people that die everyday in countries where serving God is illegal. And then, I thought of myself. I realized I can no longer be lukewarm, I’m either in this war, or I’m not. And this “war”, between God and Satan, has already been won. I can continue to fight for God and continue leading His people to Him, or I can stand here in this broken world and do what makes me most comfortable. I can be a flame, or I can be a fire.

I sat there with this over whelming feeling to move. God was telling me I can’t be okay with this broken society, and my purpose here is to stand up for Jesus, and for the cross, and for all the people that need Christ in their lives. I thought, “But what will my family think of me now? If I ‘move’, what will everyone think?” And God just gave me peace. He’s telling me, “So what? Is it worth someone else spending an eternity in Hell for? Is you getting judged worth another person not knowing Jesus?” He spoke to me like I asked Him to, and He gave me the courage to really move.

We pray so often that God will bring change to the world, and that He’ll do something. But He did. He brought you and I, and everybody else, to bring change, and to make a difference. Maybe that sounds cliché, but I’m telling you, He’s counting on us as well. Don’t let someone look down on you because of your age. You can be ten, you can be eighty, but you can impact somebody, somewhere. 1 Tim 4:12 tells us, “Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith, and in purity.” If not now, then when? God is going to do something big. I don’t know what, and I don’t know at what time that will be. But, I know for sure that He’s telling me to share it with you guys. I don’t ever ask this, but please share this, reblog it, tweet it, Facebook it, text the link to a friend, whatever you can do to share it. I know God can use this in someone else’s life as well. This is your chance to be that change I mentioned, God needs another mover.

I know now, I’m on this never ending journey to reach every soul I can.