I have some updates for the trip! Our launch date is January 2nd, which means I’ll be flying out of NYC on the 2nd to head to India!! So exciting!
To everyone that ordered shirts- I placed the orders and as soon as I get the shirts I will send them to you. Thank you so much to everyone who ordered!
Also- things are always changing on the WR, and our route has changed. We’re going to India, Nepal, Romania, Moldova, South Africa, Swaziland, Mozambique, Thailand, Cambodia, Australia, and Malaysia. (so only 3 countries changed, we were going to Ukraine, Ireland and Indonesia, but now we’re going to Moldova, Thailand and Cambodia instead).
 
I’ve been so busy lately and the closer it gets to launch, the faster the time goes. It can be easy to get lost in the things going on around me, to forget what I’m really getting ready to do.  Lately I’ve been trying to figure out what clothes to take on the race. People say “don’t take 100% cotton, it stretches out.” Or “don’t take jeans they’re too heavy.” So I set my favorite things (jeans & 100% cotton) aside and have ended up with clothes that I wouldn’t normally wear and to top it off none of them match each other. I found myself getting frustrated the other night because of my clothes.

So my mismatched clothes got me thinking about spiritual warfare. About how there is a real war taking place in the heavenly realms and I’m sitting here worrying about what other people will think when I’m wearing gray pants and a brown shirt.

Satan wants us to be so worried about what other people think that we’ll just stay in these cages with a blind eye to all the people in the world who are hurting and being forced to live horrible lives. Things are happening in this world right now that are so unthinkable to us as we sit in the comforts of our homes and sip pumpkin spice lattes. It’s easy to turn a blind eye to people who have it far worse than we do when we can so easily just think about all the things we don’t have. 

A year and a half ago I was going through a rough time and I remember asking God “What’s the point of my life? Why am I still here!?”
This is why I’m here! I’m here for Him. I’m here for the child that’s been forced into human trafficking, I’m here for the mother that’s starving to death on the streets, I’m here for the family that’s been ripped apart by sin. I’m here for the people that continue to try and be accepted by a world that doesn’t accept anyone for who they are. I’m not here for myself. I’m not here to go to another country worrying about having matching outfits or makeup. The only way I’ll be able to make a difference is if I stop caring what everyone else thinks about me and just focus on God and listening and obeying what He says.
I’ve got to get out of my own way and let God lead. I’ll be fighting for people, touching nations and changing generations. Fighting for the victims forced into sex trafficking, fighting for the starving children in Africa, and this is why I’m here! To set the captives free! What if it was you on the streets starving, or your child was a sex trafficking victim? Wouldn’t you be praying for a miracle? WE can be the miracle.
 
 The thief, comes only to steal, kill, and destroy (John 10:10)
Putting on the full armor of God so that we can take a stand against the devils schemes and bring light to dark places. (Ephesians 6:11) Jesus came that we may have life and have it to the full. I was called to go out and preach good news to the poor, to bind up the broken hearted, and to proclaim freedom for the captives. (Isaiah 61:1)