Addressing My Broken Heart

Over the years I have continually run into the problem of my broken heart.  I won’t deny that my own sin has contributed to my heart wounds.  But that is not what this post is about.  I have spent plenty of time and effort testifying to my own sin and as a result God has washed me with waves of healing.  He is merciful.

What I want to discuss is how God has helped me address the pain other people have caused me.  My heart has been pierced by many people in my lifetime.  I have done all kinds of things to deal with my heartache and still the battle rages on.    As time passes I feel less pain from traumatic experiences, but for a long time I wrestled with the same old wound resurfacing.  Inevitably, something will come up that triggers memories of the original trauma and in a heartbeat I am right back in the victims quarters.  It’s a terrible feeling when something threatens to break open an  old wound.  I get irritated when I’ve forgiven an offense, taken steps to move past an issue, and it rears its ugly head.

I’ve had to ask myself and God,

“Why? Why am  having I having to deal with this all over again?”

The book of Ecclesiastes says that there is a time for everything under the sun and that includes a time to heal.  I’m so thankful that I can count on God. He has appointed a time to heal me.  Sometimes the hurt that keeps rising up is God. He has to reach into my heart and remove all that doesn’t belong there.

I have gone through seasons of desperately trying to medicate my pain. As well as the genuine effort to “fix” myself.  I’ve tried ignoring my pain, and unfortunately, I’ve developed quite a tolerance.  Pain must eventually be confronted. Confrontation is a little bit like working out. I don’t like confrontation, but I can do it. I don’t want to do it, but I know I have to.  A broken heart must be addressed.  If I don’t do it or can’t do it, I can count on God to address it.

“Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before; and God will call the past to account.” Ecclesiastes 3:15

I have some safe people in my life.  These safe people are approachable, they don’t spew toxic poison when I bring up a problem in the relationship.   In those relationships I have been able to successfully engage in healthy conversations that get to the root of an issue.  Although these conversations can be difficult and even uncomfortable, they are ultimately very rewarding.   Having these conversations has proven in my experience to lessen the distance between me and whomever I’ve had a conflict with.     Having a difficult conversation with a safe person can and most often brings a new level of intimacy and can even resolve a matter entirely.

As a believer in Jesus, I am called to forgive any and all people who offend me.  Reconciliation on the other hand requires the person I forgave to do something.  I have no control over this other person.  I can only do my part.  I’ve forgiven people who are no longer in my life, not because I had to but for my own healing.  Some of the people I’ve forgiven have died and there is no opportunity for reconciliation.  Then there is this other group of people who are toxic. Toxic people are proud and arrogant.  They never admit when they are wrong.  They are not approachable and will avoid working on problems.  Toxic people shame and blame, instead of owning their owning their part.  Also, toxic people will lie to you when telling the truth is hard.

I’m getting better at forgiving the toxic people and keeping myself safe.  I try my best to forgive those toxic people and leave that time bomb and all the shrapnel that goes with it in God’s hands.  It’s incredible, but I’ve had to learn to stay away from unsafe people.

Henry Cloud wrote in a post, Time Actually Doesn’t Heal All Wounds

  “If someone breaks your heart, and you don’t do anything to address the emotional trauma that person has created within you, sure, over time, you might not think about it as much. But it will never be too far from the surface. Those emotional wounds will be ready to rip right open again at the slightest suggestion of any kind of similar trouble.”

I used to believe that pain rising up again was because I hadn’t fully forgiven.  It seemed I could only get so far and I was never completely healed.  The wall that I kept running into was not my need to forgive.  The wall I have repeatedly run into has been the hard, unrepentant heart of an offender.

Rebuke a mocker and they will hate you.   I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. Too bad for me I didn’t learn it the first time. I have received verbal beatings as well as physical.  Silence doesn’t necessarily mean that I agree with a person.  Sometimes it means that I know raising my opinion, however gentle I may be, is not safe.

Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person, do not associate with one easily angered, Proverbs22:24

One day when I was running into the same old wall, feeling that familiar ache in my heart, it hit me.  A light went on and everything became so clear.  I knew  beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was in fact right and the offender was in fact wrong.  I also knew that my only hope for justice and healing would have to come from God.

Not all people are safe.  I know God wants me to try to reconcile with other people, but try as I might there are times when this just can’t happen.

“If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18

“Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.”  Psalm 34:14

When it is obvious that I am getting a child’s response from someone who looks like an adult, I try to retreat.  “The wise person sees danger and takes precautions, the fool keeps on going and suffers for it.” Proverbs 27:12  Sure, I have to be humble and that is hard, especially when I feel I’ve been wronged.  It takes strength to forgive a person who isn’t even sorry.  I know God can handle the situation.  He lifts up the humble and He brings the prideful down low.

““Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”” Matthew 11:28-30

Praising God In The Storm


No sooner did I say I wanted to post on my blog more often, and immediately the storm came in.  It seems chaos hit on all sides.  Huge projects rolled in from every direction… construction, homeschool, ministry, and the biggest undertaking of all my physical health.

 Because I haven’t been feeling well, it has taken up a lot of my time and energy just to get by.  I’m putting a lot into eating well, getting enough exercise and sleep and a host of other efforts.  Interestingly, the healthier I am, the easier it is to make healthy choices.  Lately, it has not been so easy.

 The enemy of my soul has been whispering in my ear that if I was really a child of the One True King, then I wouldn’t be sick.  It reminds me of how he approached Jesus after he came out the desert. 

The tempter came to him and said, “If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.” Matthew 4:3 

I know who I am.  My name is Alison and I am a child of the one true King.  Jesus died to redeem me from my sins and according to the Bible, by His stripes I am healed.

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5

I’ve developed a strange rash that started around the core of my body.  It is so itchy, I feel like I’ve been rubbed in fiberglass insulation.  Then there is constant pain I’ve been wrestling with.  Worse than the pain and the itchy rash is the shortness of breath.  It’s a terrible feeling to want more oxygen then you are taking in.  Getting to the root of it all has been more complicated than I ever would have guessed. 

 Despite the myriad of strange symptoms rising up in my body, my point is simply this,  I know God is  my Father and Jesus is my savior.  I stand on this truth, regardless of what “proof” there is, the truth still stands firm.  Sometimes worldly facts, like things that I can see, hear, feel, & touch do not align with truth.  

God heals in so many different ways.  For many people in the Bible it was immediate.   For this one blind man Jesus spit in the dirt and rubbed it on the mans eyes and told him to go and wash his eyes.  On the way to wash the man discovered he could see.

“After saying this, he spit on the ground, made some mud with the saliva, and put it on the man’s eyes. “Go,” he told him, “wash in the Pool of Siloam” (this word means “Sent”). So the man went and washed, and came home seeing.”
‭‭John 9:6-7

 The best part about all of this it is that it has brought me closer to God.  I need God now more than ever, and I tell Him that all the time.  More and more, I’ve found myself waking up to the sound of my own voice saying, “I need you God! Help me!”  

We were shopping & I saw this sign saying “I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR” and I said, “Hey, I love that sign, take a picture of me.”  Then my daughter starts laughing because she was taking a picture of me yelling at her brother to stop screwing around in the store. Yes Lord!  I need thee every minute of every hour.  Look at this next picture.  Do you see that little rascal photo bombing my picture?

God does help me.  God has been my anchor. He is the rock on which I stand and my only constant in this storm.  He has comforted me with His word which I have hidden in my heart.  The Holy Spirit reminds me of what I need to know.

We had a rare warm day and we took advantage of it and went hiking at Starved Rock State Park.  It was awesome, except for the fact that I couldn’t really keep up even at the slow pace everyone was going for me.

We got to the top of a cliff by the water to try to get a look at the eagles there and I just took that as an opportunity to lay down.  I watched the breeze gently blowing the pine needles above me and despite it all I felt at peace.  Another cool thing I saw was a stealth bomber. I didn’t know what it was and it was so foreign I wondered if it was real or if I was imagining it.   It kind of seemed like some sort of alien ship to me.  Kevin thought that was funny and told me that if I played video games then I would have known what the stealth bomber was.

I thought about how God is sovereign and high above the eagles and the stealth bomber and the storm raging in my life right now. Then this verse cane to mind.


“The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.”” Zephaniah 3:17

We did a five-hour hike that day.  I didn’t climb up every cliff and hill that my family did, but  I was moving the whole time.  Surprisingly I felt better at the end than the beginning, even tho I was tired. I forced everyone into a victory picture. Lol! Then we went into the lodge for dinner and my family didn’t seem to mind that I spent half the time on the edge of the fireplace

It’s hard to even find words to express what I am going through right now.  Honestly, from the outside world, I think perhaps things don’t look too bad.  I am thankful that God knows every detail and I love that each and everything that concerns me also concerns Him.  He is truly the lover of my soul.

I recorded this video of me flagging.  It one of the things I really enjoy right now.  I feel close to God when I’m flagging.  I never thought that a few minutes would get me winded, but that’s my reality right now.  Kevin pointed out that there is applause at the end of the song. He teased me and said it was cute.  But the applause is for God.  That’s always the way it is with praise and worship.  It’s all for God.

God’s Purpose Will Stand

“I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say, ‘My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.’”
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭Isaiah 46:10

Yesterday our bathroom was demolished!  Yeah! I was glad to see it go. But I never want to forget what God taught me in that dirty, leaking broken down room. Here we are….Getting Along!

We were more than ready to watch this tub go. Do you know what a showerbath is? It’s when the water doesn’t drain while you’re taking a shower.  Trying to keep a showerbath clean is futile. A waist of time!  It was a mystery to me, because even though the water didn’t drain well, somehow there was always a puddle in the basement anytime the shower was used.
Behold, our ceiling fan!  I cleaned this fan once because I realllly wanted to be THAT woman. The one with the clean house! The fan rejected that idea and sputtered to a stop the first time we tried to use it.  I was told….”Why would you want to clean the dust out of the fan? Don’t do that!” 

The handle broke off the mirror about 9 years ago.  I tied on this ribbon and it was a huge success. Totally free and embraced by the whole family!  Bathroom selfie!
I grabbed this handle when I was getting out of the tub and it came right off! I was told…”NO! You are not allowed to use that handle! That is not a handle!” I learned to not touch the handle that wasn’t a handle! Lol!
I’ve cried a lot of  tears in this tub and they weren’t crocodile tears.  I’ve had to do the work of grieving through some intense trials.  I would scrub our tub clean, get in for a soak and pray, pray, pray.   One day I was pouring out my complaints to God and this is what He told me.

“She looks well to how things go in her household, and the bread of idleness (gossip, discontent, and self-pity) she will not eat.
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31:27‬ ‭AMPC‬‬

I realized that even though I was going through very difficult things in my life, God’s grace was sufficient for me.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.”
‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭12:9‬ ‭NIV‬‬

No more would I loathe the life God gave me, instead I would be thankful.

“give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”
‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5:18‬ ‭NIV‬‬


Let The Construction Begin….or Not

Tomorrow my living room will be filled with tools and garbage cans to collect construction debris from our bathroom. It’s one of those things that has gotten to the point where it has to happen. I’m surprised to find I’m not more excited. Instead, I just feel tired.

The timing of the repairs feels bad all around. I’m not feeling well. It’s been a few years now, but lately I just feel zapped.

I’m holding onto two verses right now.

“Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.”
‭‭Psalm 91:1

“but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31

Hannah just walked in, seated herself all prim and proper and asked what I’m doing.  I told her I was writing a blog post.  As soon as the words came out of my mouth I realized I was also procrastinating.  I need to clean out the garage to make room for the construction tools. I need to clean out the linen closet as well.  Mostly, I need to prepare for disruption in my life.

Hannah is adorable.  She is going through a Prairie phase as you can see from her dress.  I remember loving Little House on The Prairie when I was her age. I actually feel like some sort of pioneer. Although I don’t look the part. She doesn’t seem to mind at all that I’m dressed in camouflage.



Here I Am Send Me

Today is January 1, 2018. I’ve decided to start sharing tidbits of my life on my blog, rather than just the occasional blog post. My oldest daughter bought these King & Queen hats & gave them to Kevin and I for Christmas! Lol! Kevin puts up with me all the time while I beg him to pose for my pictures.  He kept taking his hat off every time we went into a store. I need a prince hat for my little photo bomber in the back.This is me and my two youngest kids. We bundled up and stepped into the great outdoors because I decided to sign up for the Walk 1000 miles in 2018 Challenge.  I’m thankful for my kids who are always helping me along.  I’m going through some health challenges and walking has become one of my main sources of exercise. It was 5 degrees out there!!! Brrrr
I’m sharing Kevin’s green juice shot face!!! Great! Right?!  I’ve committed myself to feeding my body healing foods. Some days it’s really hard for me to down ounces of kale, but this is the healing path God is leading me down.  To show support Kevin has decided to do a shot of my juice for every glass I drink.  Lol! It can make your tongue green. Every shot he takes makes it worth it!

“The Lord God made all kinds of trees grow out of the ground—trees that were pleasing to the eye and good for food. In the middle of the garden were the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.” Genesis 2:9

“down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations.” Revelation 22:2

I was just invited by my dear hubby to play chess.  I told him I really wanted to put a tidbit out on my blog. So now he is currently “crushing it” as he like to call it. He says he needs motivation to work out. 

A window into my world.

When Your Church Lets You Down

Empty Auditorium I was strolling through church minding my own business when a friend waved me over to her group of friends. “Hey, are you going to Orphan Sunday this weekend?”

“Orphan Sunday? What’s that? I want to go! I’m an orphan.” I replied.

She told me that, Orphan Sunday is the one Sunday  churches all over the world uphold the cause of the orphan. “Our church will be having a gathering this Sunday evening.” She told me.

I couldn’t believe it. How awesome! I walked away deep in thought, realizing  there really were people in the world who cared about those of us who are on the fringe.  I’ve spent so much of my life being on the fringe I don’t think about it all that much. But that doesn’t mean I never have the desire to be wanted and important… be loved.

Sunday morning came and I was ready. I didn’t know how I had missed the announcements leading up to Orphan Sunday, (I pretty much have to be hospitalized to miss church) but whatever. Orphan Sunday arrived and God made sure I knew about it.

I walked into the church locked and loaded for Orphan Sunday. I searched the horizon for signs, people, balloons, anything that would indicate we were celebrating Orphan Sunday.  To my surprise I came up empty. Confuzzled, I thought I had made a mistake, it must be a different Sunday. Surely, I was wrong, this couldn’t be Orphan Sunday because there was no celebration to be found. Anywhere. At all.

The church service started like it does most weeks and I anxiously awaited the announcements. The woman doing the announcements got up on stage, reported a few bits of regular family business and then stepped down. My jaw hit the floor. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true, Willow Creek Community Church whom I had grown to love so very much let me down. They failed to announce Orphan Sunday.

That night I attended a small gathering in the basement of my Mega-church. There were booths set up all round the room representing various organizations that reach out to orphans. Wide eyed I walked around the room soaking in every little bit and morsel I could. I listened to speakers and sat among the attenders most of who also held a booth at the event.

I couldn’t believe my church. My mind could not wrap around why this church that I love so very dearly did not invite its family to Orphan Sunday. But it was true. There I sat In a room that should have been overflowing and my wounded heart sunk as I grieved with God.

Orphan Sunday was only the beginning of my eyes being opened to the elephant in the room. That year I joined the leadership team for The Vulnerable Children’s Ministry at Willow Creek.

The following May, I traveled to Tennessee with The Vulnerable Children’s Ministry Team and attended the Christian Alliance for Orphans Conference (also called CAFO).  It was amazing!    The church was filled with people who love and care for orphans.  Realizing the impact a conference like that could have if we held one at our church blew me away. I immediately began to pray that God would bring CAFO to Willow.

Through a series of meetings and for what I am told miracles,  the doors that should not have been opened were opened and the CAFO conference came to Willow.  On May 1st and 2nd 2014 the Christian Alliance for Orphans Conference was held at Willow Creek Community Church and to my devastation it was never announced from the main stage.

My church knew that they were going to host a conference for a year, yet somehow the vast majority of the congregation did not.  The Christian Alliance for Orphans Conference draws people from all over the United States and even 25 countries world-wide. We are not talking about a little tea party here. CAFO is a massive two-day event.

Leading up to the conference I was frustrated each week that I realized again, and again that the conference was not announced to our congregation. I started to ask why this was and I was told things like,

“Willow can only announce so much from the main stage.”

“They have a lot to announce, they can’t tell you about everything.”

Really? They couldn’t do anything at all at the main church services to let us know?  It was a missed opportunity.  A sad, sad missed opportunity.  In their defense they did put up a short post on their compassion and justice blog telling people about the conference.  But to get to the post you really had to dig deep into the churches website.  In fairness they also announced the CAFO conference from the stage at midweek two days before the conference started.  Unfortunately, most of the congregation doesn’t attend the midweek service.

Thus, the window of opportunity for someone in our church family who might have wanted to attend the conference was barely open. If you happened to have an extra $200 and were able to spontaneously re-arrange your schedule for two days,  you could go.  But, this was no “easy invite”.

I attended CAFO, jaw dropped and wounded heart. The general sessions for the CAFO conference were not held in the main auditorium. They were held in our lakeside auditorium. I had to stand for the first few hours because our lakeside auditorium didn’t have enough seats for everyone.  The main auditorium, which is much bigger sat behind locked doors, large, cold and empty. The Willow Creek family was by and large uninvited.

Our Pastor Bill has continually encouraged our congregation to invite people to church.  He has expressed how very important it is to not say someone’s “no” for them.  I had personally taken time to pray over every single seat in our main auditorium in anticipation of eyes and hearts being opened in our community to the plight of orphans and vulnerable children.  It never occurred to me that the CAFO attendees would never step foot in that room.  The thought never once entered my mind that a CAFO conference could be conducted right under the radar with so much of my church family completely unaware.

Adoption is the heart of the gospel.  You have to be adopted to get into God’s family.  When the church embraces the fatherless in their own community they are reflecting the true nature of God the Father.

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. James 1:27

Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. John 1:12-13

“But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship. Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “ Abba, Father.” So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.” Galatians‬ ‭4:4-7‬ ‬‬

Reminder: Let Your Light Shine

I have remained somewhat silent lately in regards to my blog and social media. I have so much to say and yet it has discouraged me to find that my words fall on deaf ears. I went to my phone this morning and read….

  • Reminder
  • Reminder
  • Reminder
  • Reminder

These are various alerts that have been set to remind me to let my light shine. What light? The light of Christ in me. Jesus came into my life and changed me.  Anyone who knew me before would say that I’m not the same.

But I have been wrestling to let my light shine.  The resistance has been intense and strong.  The battle has been long.  If people could see what I see and know the God I know, they would have hope.  Where there is no divine  revelation from God, people cast off restraint and go wild. Where there is no hope, the people perish.

So today I’m taking the steps God is asking me to take.  I’m letting my light shine. God is good and He has been good to me.  This world and everything in it is passing away.  The enemy of my soul has persistently done everything he can to silence my voice.  The kindest thing the Lord ever did for me was give me a voice.  Even if He is the only one who ever listens, even if the Lord is the only one who ever hears, I will confess with my mouth that Jesus is Lord.

If I could give one bit of advice that I wanted people to hear today it would be this:

Turn to God, seek Him with all your heart. He is kind. He is merciful. He is love. Dare to believe that God is good and that He loves you. Jesus is real.

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” Ephesians‬ ‭6:12‬ ‭

“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” Hebrews‬ ‭11:1‬

Dear God, Please open people’s eyes.  Help them to see the truth. In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen! I love you! Love, Alison



What Is The Greatest Commandment?

Matthew 22:36-37

I’m in Carbondale, Illinois. This is the place where I fully surrendered my life to Christ! I just watched the 2017 eclipse in totality! God is speaking! Are you listening? This is what you need to know.  The greatest commandment is to love God before anyone and anything else! We are to have no other gods before Him.   What do you worship? What can you not live without? What do you bow down to?

““Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied: “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’”Matthew 22:36-37
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭22:36-37‬ ‭NIV‬‬


Please Pray for Wendy

I received a prayer request from Billiance Chondwe who is a friend of mine. I first met Billy at The Christian Alliance for Orphans Conference in 2013.  I was standing in the lobby at the Best Western where I was staying and I felt a tap on my shoulder.  When I turned around Pastor Billy was asking me if I was attending the CAFO conference.  We got to talking and when I asked him where he was from he said Zambia.  That was when I realized he was the man I had seen on stage who had started Orphan Sunday. If you don’t know what Orphan Sunday is you can find more about it at 

It was an amazing moment for me to realize that the God I love so much would orchestrate it so that of all people in the world, Pastor Billy would tap on my shoulder and want to talk to me. Over the years we have stayed in touch and sent many prayer requests back and forth regarding orphans and vulnerable children and adults that God has put in our lives.

One thing that I found interesting was the fact that even though God called me to be a voice for Orphans, many of my friends and family have not seemed the slightest bit interested in the orphan crisis. I have discovered that a lot of what I have to say has fallen on deaf ears. Yet steadily over the years Pastor Billy has checked in with me and I have been thankful. I have been thankful to know that on the other side of the world someone is sending prayers up to God and standing in agreement with me for the people God puts on my heart.

This week I received an urgent prayer request for a young lady named WENDY NAKAMBA. After praying about it I asked permission to share the need here at An Orphan’s Battleground.

Below is a copy of the request I received from Pastor Billy.

“Greetings from Pastor Billy. I pray that you are well and the Lord is richly blessing you indeed.

We do have a girl named WENDY NAKAMBA aged 25years old whom the Lord permitted me and my family to meet 4yrs ago when she drop out of school at 21years old in her first semester studying General Nursing because she was always sick due to her been HIV/AIDS positive.

We used to see her always struggling with her grandfather who was in the late 85years old so we committed ourselves to support her with prayers, food and sometimes school fees. This year by Gods grace she is in her final year to complete and graduate with a Diploma in General Nursing but she has been given deadline on 11th August to settle her $265 she owes the school failure to which she will be not go on Monday 14TH August, 2017 for RURAL and URBAN experience which plays a key role towards her graduation by end of November, 2017.

We as a family we have decided to take her and she stays with us therefore your support in prayers and any contributions towards the above amount will greatly be appreciated.

Any financial support towards her can be sent to : CATHERINE NANYANGWE (My Wife).

Once again your help and prayers will be greatly appreciate to see this girl graduate and contribute positively to the well being of her life and nation. I also forgot to mention that she has no family because her grandfather eventually went to be with the Lord hence we took her in.

I wait to hear from you soon as the Lord enables you please.

Pastor Billy”

What struck me about this request was how easily the financial need could be met by so many people here in America.  This is pocket change for some people but for Wendy it is a game changer.

“Whoever is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward them for what they have done.”
‭‭‬‬Proverbs 19:17 NIV

Pastor Billy sent an update telling me he is thankful for the prayers and that $50 has been donated.   Wendy was sent home from the school even though Pastor Billy sent someone who pleaded with them to give them until August 14th as he looks for the Lord to provide. They are still in need of $215.

I invite you to be a difference maker!  Here’s how you can help:

  • Pray for Wendy that God would provide for her financially,  physically, spiritually and  her emotional needs.  Pray that Wendy may know that there is a God in heaven who loves her and will make sure she is taken care of.
  • Share this prayer request!
  • Give your financial support to Wendy. If you are able to fund Wendy’s financial need in part or in total please contact Pastor Billiance Chondwe at