Whenever I’m in water, I like my feet touching the ground.
My kids think I don’t like to get my hair wet, but it’s really because I like to control where I’m going.
I like control. A lot.
I was having one of those days last week when I felt like I was drowning in the hard stuff Jesus has asked me to do. I’ve been in over my head for awhile now, but I was sort of flailing.
I grabbed my husband’s arm and asked, “Why does God keep asking me to go deeper?”
Less control, he whispered. More of Him.
This guy knows me well. He knows how hard I fight for control and how little we really have in this life.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that sometimes I miss the days I spent on the edge in the sand. But I wouldn’t trade the shallow water for the deep. I’m drowning in an ocean of mercy and it continues to pull me in deeper.
And I need you to come with me.
Lately, my path has crossed with some people who have been on this journey with me for a very long time. It’s surreal to meet women in our warehouse who say, “I’ve been reading your blog since your first trip to Kenya,” or “I’ve been supporting Mercy House for years.” It’s humbling.
And it makes me paddle out a little deeper.
If you’ve read my blog for awhile or any of my books, you know that our family started Mercy House in 2010. All these years, it’s been primarily funded by families who read this blog. Crazy, yes.
And it hasn’t been huge checks or giant donations, it’s been small, faithful giving. Giving that has allowed us to open and maintain two homes in Kenya for the most at-risk pregnant girls in the country. It’s provided for a completely indigenous staff in Africa and a warehouse in America where we pack more than 3200 packages a month, empowering thousands of women in 24 countries through our subscription club, Fair Trade Friday.
If you’ve been reading here for awhile, you know about Maureen. She’s the girl from the slum who stopped me in my tracks in Kenya so many years ago. She’s the one who has rescued all 32 of the teen moms. She’s the one in deep water with me on a daily bases. She’s the one who asked if my family owned a bicycle shop.
Maureen founded the Kenyan work of Mercy House. She is brave. Strong. Smart. Passionate. And she’s coming to America this fall to join me as we visit some living rooms across America.
Yep, that’s right. We are looking for people to host Living Room Galas this fall (and possibly next spring). You can read the details and fill out an interest form here.
We are looking for people who want to challenge their family and friends to go a little deeper with them. Bring Mercy House to your living room. Help us continue this work of empowering women around the globe.
This journey has taught me it’s not about going further.
It’s about going deeper.
P.S. If you’re near my living room, you’re invite to our in-person Mercy House Gala in Texas.