This Burning Passion

It was dirty. Trash was everywhere. Children barely clothed laid down upon the street side for the night, having no where else to lay their head. This was my first sight of true poverty, my first experience at seeing poor and powerless people. I had just landed in Delhi, India.

My Summer of 2013 was spent in an Indian village teaching English to village children and orphans. It was then and there that God overwhelmingly burdened my heart with a passion for orphans, for children abandoned and enslaved. What I experienced that Summer was so unexpected. I left the States knowing that this trip would change my life; however, I never knew that it would change everything, even to who I was. It has now been 10 months since I have returned to America, yet I find that I can never go back to the simple life that I once lived before. Everyday I think about my orphan children that I was forced to leave in India. My eyes close and I see their faces. I imagine wrapping my arms around them again, and kissing their precious heads. Eagerly I await the day that God says I can go back to the land He has called me to.

This burning passion within me has not died, nor will it ever. God has blessed me with this wonderful vision of seeing a new generation in India rising up, of partaking in once orphaned children being adopted into the family of God, watching as children who love their Father more than anything else serve Him till the end of time, and uniting the nation of India to God. Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is LORD. I am honored to be apart of this, and I with so many others will be a voice for the orphans, for the poor, and for the powerless.

Please join me in praying for these people: for the lost, for the child slave, for the human trafficking, for the children owned by pimps, for the poor and helpless, for those surrounded by spiritual darkness. Thank you and may God bless you.