Africa

Part 2

Judah and I stood at the borderline of Thailand and Burma in April, five years ago, and spoke about the buildings that were being constructed behind us during a time when the world was shut down due to COVID. Not there. Things were carrying on with construction at a rapid pace. We knew something was up. We knew casinos were going in and that Chinese businessmen were there. But what we didn’t know was that just around the corner, some of the buildings being erected would become known as hell on earth and house victims of human trafficking for forced criminality.

One year later, Judah was looking at me, saying God needed to give him something big to do to change the world, or there was no point in living. We had gone through a lot within a short span of time: a miscarriage, Judah being diagnosed with a tumor in his spine, ankle surgery… so many things, too many things. It felt like too much.

When he said this, I was angry. I shot back that he had a son, a daughter, a whole ministry, and me, his wife. How dare he say such a “flippant,” foolish thing?

What I later learned was that his “flippant” comment was actually the posture and position of his heart, to do whatever God had for him.

Months later, the first of what would be thousands of messages came. To our friend’s phone, a plea for help from a Kenyan woman stuck in Burma. The message came across like a scam. From there, everything unraveled…

We are now years into Judah saying yes, years into what God laid on our dining table…

My dreams of visiting Africa came through my husband’s yes, through years of saying “yes,” through God’s unending, loving plan to plant within us a desire for the nations, to see hope through us so that we might display His glory. I can’t believe I just spent three weeks in Africa with my kids and my husband. To God be all the glory.