Today on Tom Davis’ blog he posted a story called “How a Three-Year-Old Turns Into a Sex Slave – True Story.”  I read it after I had just tucked my own sweet three-year-old into bed for a nap, his precious blond curls splayed out across his pillow as he snuggled into his cozy soft bed, the ceiling fan blowing lazily above his head.  Contrast that scene with the story of Michael Angelo, a three-year-old boy in the Philippines, sold into sexual slavery.  Read Tom’s blog for the whole story.  Don’t be afraid.  There’s pain, there’s hope.  It’s a chance to cry some tears with God.

Wow, we keep asking for money and God keeps stepping up to provide.  It’s like He owns a limitless amount and is just waiting for us to ask…hmm….  So, the rescue in India is totally funded, including aftercare for 10 girls and the salary for a counselor to work with them for an entire year.  God continues to blow my mind with how He spurs His followers to deep generosity.  People are getting that the money isn’t theirs to begin with! 

So, since we keep asking and God keeps providing, we’re going to ask again!  HopeChest’s partner in India has a whole list of rescue missions and is just waiting for the funds.  Today God brought in enough for these ten girls, plus enough to get started on the next rescue on the list.  Yay!  HopeChest was planning on running the fundraiser through Monday, so we’re going to continue raising money and seeing just how many rescue missions we can fund!  Wouldn’t it be incredible if we set out to fund one rescue for 10 girls and end up funding 2?  Or 3? 

People are getting really creative with ideas for raising money to fund rescues.  If you think about it, it’s your chance to live in an action thriller movie.  These courageous, highly skilled Indian agents are doing reconaissance, nailing corrupt officials, raiding brothels, and saving innocent little girls and boys under cover of darkness.  We pay $10 to watch movies with that kind of action.  We read gripping novels in our beach chairs about these kind of covert activities.  Now we can join in the excitement!  By writing a check, having a garage sale, auctioning some items on eBay, or holding a fundraiser, we can fund covert missions for God!  I love a good thriller, so I’m in!  One of my friends is raffling off a Coach purse.  A pretty, pink, Coach purse for the lives of some little girls.  Duh, no brainer, and so very cool and creative.  If you want to pay $20 for a chance to win the purse and save a child, visit her website here.  If you want to help fund a covert mission, click here.

I lack the kung fu and numchucks skills to BE a covert operative and raid brothels in the name of God.  I’m not even sure if I spelled “numchucks” right.  The only reason I’ve even heard of those things is because of my deep love of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Michaelangelo in particular.  But I CAN serve God by finding Michaelangelo some money for his numbchucks.  Nutchunks?  I am a not-so-covert operative – I am an OVERT operative for God, boldly flapping my lips and waving wildly at people to flag down some money so the truly sneaky people can get these precious ones to safety.  Join me?

This blog post is ripped right off of HopeChest CEO Tom Davis’ blog.  This is really going on in our world right now as we drink our mochas and swim with our kids. 

Please read in Tom’s words:

Okay, we watched as God brought in $1500+ in one day to save Bosco’s life.  God has shown me again and again how much He loves these sweet kiddos in need and how His provision for them is so often US, stepping out in obedience and faith and sacrificial giving.

Now, we’re asking God for $4884 in the next two days.  The HopeChest team in India has identified 12 kids in need of school fees, at $407 per child for tuition, uniform, and supplies.  School starts on Thursday.  That’s 2 days from now, and if they don’t have the money, they don’t go to school for another year.  Many of these kids are children of the women working in brothels in the red light district of Delhi.  Their mothers brought them to Asha Ministries to get them out of a life in the brothels.  Would you please join us in praying for these kids?  Would you consider giving toward their education?  As we saw with Bosco, if everyone gives a little, it adds up quickly, and all of a sudden, God saves a life, rewrites a future, and uses US to do it!!

Okay, so to give, click HERE, and put “India School” in the notes section.  The money goes through HopeChest to the team on the ground in India right now.

To read posts from the HopeChest team in India, click HERE.

To read more on the kids needing school fees, click HERE.

Getting involved in the one-day campaign to save Bosco’s life back in the fall changed my life forever.  You never know when a simple act of choosing to give could change yours.

I’ve wanted to blog for days, but I’m running so fast right now that I feel like I can’t sit down and write what I want to write…so instead I’ve written nothing.  Lame!  Okay, so I’m just going to write SOMETHING. 

Uganda in a week!  So excited.  Thanks, Mom and Dad, for staying with our sweet (and occasionally sour) Elliott, so that we can go share some love with our Adecar kiddos!  We’ll be working in several villages, and spending a good chunk of the trip in our Adecar.  I get to meet our two sponsor boys, George and BOSCO!!  I just felt like he needed all caps.  BOSCO!  He’s not from Adecar, but he lives in nearby Ngarium, so I’ve been told I’ll get to see him.  Oh dear.  Bosco, get ready for Hurricane Melanie.  I’ll try to hold back a little.  I’ll try. 

It seems like everywhere I go, friends give me bags of craft supplies, toys, medicine, or toiletries to take with us.  We’re taking 6 duffle bags stuffed with things for the kids.  I’m feeling a mixture of elation at all the wonderful gifts and how much fun it will be to play with the kids…and sadness knowing that it won’t be enough, that we can’t bring enough to meet the needs of each child.  That’s going to be hard.  So, I’m preparing for a week of joy mixed with pain.  Painful joy.

Joy often is painful, you know?  It’s not like happiness.  You have to be happy to have happiness.  You do not have to be happy to have joy.  I have joy in hearing that Indian Rescue Mission rescued a 13-year-old girl from sex trafficking this week…as I ache for the 15-year-old girl that they had to leave behind…and the 2 million kids in sexual slavery…many of whom are raped 40 times a day.  Joy.  Pain.  Joy in God’s healing, deliverance, and saving grace.  Pain in the horrifying reality of the evil world in which we live.

I love our Adecar kiddos.  I can’t wait to meet them, and also spend time in a few other villages.  Can’t wait.  God has called Alex and me so clearly.  Last night in our amazing small group, we were talking about how God calls people to different things, different places, and I laughed.  If someone told me that they needed me to work in the nursery at church, I would freak out completely.  Oh crap, no, no, no, not me.  But Africa feels right.  My heart is there.  He’s called.  Can’t.  Wait.

I’ll blog during our trip.  We’ll take lots of pictures, but we may not be able to upload large files until we’re home.  So, we’ll do our best to capture each day in words and get it posted.  I have a feeling the words I know aren’t going to be enough.

I need to see for myself.