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There is an amazing story—and invitation behind these pictures.

It starts in a slum at the base of the hills where our new home is located.


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I can’t wait to tell you.


Here’s a hint: It includes fair trade, shopping, and empowering another dozen young mothers in the slum with hope, opportunity and Jesus.


Coming soon!

What I’ve Learned About Motherhood

  • Motherhood has taught me a lot about messes. I only thought toddlers eating spaghetti in a high chair and first graders painting a picture were messy–their art pallets are contained, controllable. Then I had a 12 and 14 year old and their room became their masterpieces.
  • Motherhood has taught me never to start a war over a mess. In the end, it all cleans up and the words and anger hashed over untidiness do more damage than dirty clothes on the floor and mud pies.


  • Motherhood has taught me to never give up. For years, I’ve carted my kids to lessons and practices, tutoring and rehearsals. I’ve taught them to try and try again and when they don’t know what else to do, I’ve taught them never to give up. It’s a universal lesson of motherhood and I’ve witnessed it this week with young mothers in Kenya–no matter how hard the going gets, there’s always reason to keep trying.




  • Motherhood has taught me to listen to my own words.
  • Motherhood has taught me to appreciate humor. I only thought my kids were funny when they were little. They have always had a knack for sharing every family secret to every stranger they met. And now they are quick-witted and sarcastic. And I find it brilliant.



  • Motherhood has taught me to laugh at myself.

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  • Motherhood has taught me to believe in something I cannot always see. I direct my children down a narrow path. I cannot always see the curves and turns ahead and I don’t know what obstacles will be in our path. But we aim our lives and travel together. I believe in the best in them–even when I don’t see it.


  • Motherhood has taught me the best will come when I least expect it. For me, it was a couple of Wednesday nights ago. It had been a very hard day, with unexpected news that had me needing more of Jesus. And when we made ourselves go to church, I looked down the aisle and saw each of my children, eyes closed, hands raised, singing to God. We took Communion together, and I understood the holiness of motherhood
  • Motherhood has taught me about hope. I have met mothers all over the world –some with nothing, not even clean water or enough food for their families for the day–and I see the same thing in all of them: Hope.


  • Motherhood has taught me a lot about me. I’ve learned how to forgive and be forgiven. I’ve learned when to offer grace and when to receive it.
  • Most of all, I’ve learned that love  matters most.


 What is motherhood teaching you?

This World Is Not About Us

It’s strange just how small you feel when you fly across this great big world.


It’s easy to slip into the mindset and think this life is all about me.

My happiness. My comfort.

And then I see a vast sea of people without either.


I’m reminded again what life is really about.


If we make it about us, we aren’t really living.

Life isn’t about money or stuff. It’s not about how much we have.

Or don’t.




This life isn’t about me.

We are small. A breath.

It’s too easy to build a life around what we want. But bigger and better often leaves us feeling like we are really missing something.

Because this is not our purpose.

We were created for more.

Life is more than work. Life is more than play. Life has one purpose.


It is to make His glory known.

If we are not actively telling others about him or living a life that points to Jesus–

we are missing the point of life.

Let me tell you why you are here. You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth. If you lose your saltiness, how will people taste godliness? You’ve lost your usefulness and will end up in the garbage. Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. Matthew 5:13-14


When we live our life for God and others-

that’s when we really start living.

Be [You] tiful

Thursdays and Fridays are their favorite days of the week for two reasons:

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Most of the pregnant residents at Mercy House enter the home with only the clothes on their back and that’s it.

But even though their hands are empty, they carry a lot of baggage.

It’s the first time in their lives, they have the opportunity to eat three healthy meals a day.


They have been rescued from hell. Situations so unthinkable, it’s hard to imagine–like young girls passed around and abused by older men, violent home lives riddled with extreme poverty, HIV and even defilement by becoming second wives as 14 year old girls.

Their pride is gone. Their self esteem shattered.

And with their lovely dark eyes downcast, the last thing they feel is beautiful.

Immediately, the residents begin in a skills class five days a week (along with intense counseling), a few hours each day. Making product is a result of the class, but it’s not the real reason behind it.

Something transforming happens when these girls are given an outlet to create.




As they begin to adjust to their new life and God’s love is spoken over them and to them, change starts from the inside out. Hope is restored.

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday they learn jewelry and sewing and they marvel at what they can make from paper and fabric.



But if you ask them, it’s Thursday and Friday they love most.

Because that’s the day they get to be beautiful.




For six months, salon classes teach them how to intricately wash, braid, and style hair; perform manicures and pedicures and much more. And while they massage each other’s feet and hands, paint toenails and braid hair, something miraculous happens.


They begin to believe they are beautiful.


Something we could see all along.


Maybe you’re feeling used by this world, ugly inside and out. I think we’ve all had those days. But it doesn’t change who we are and how much we are valued.

We just have to believe it.


[Want to wear Charity’s gorgeous necklace? We have a limited supply of this brand new style at The Mercy Shop.

Write yourself into the amazing Mercy House story by checking out the current Wish List.

Special thanks to Dayspring for their beautiful donations for the new home in Kenya. We appreciate their generosity!]


How To Really Give Our Kids An Education

Today I witnessed a miracle.

A couple of years ago, we brought Edith to Mercy House.

You might remember her story is memorable because she is the only teen mom who had her baby before she entered the home. She was rescued when her baby was 3 days old, born premature to a mom who didn’t even know she was pregnant. She had been feeding her baby water dripped from a rag because she didn’t know what else to do. The baby was just hours from death. They were both hospitalized for weeks.

Her babe, Hawi, is two and a half years old now and while she plays with her friends at the home, learning her numbers and Bible songs, her mom attends a very good school nearby.

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For the first two years, Mercy House moms are homeschooled to keep up their education. Then they are tested back into the school system, something they are deprived of when they become pregnant. The importance of education in Kenya cannot be stressed enough. It is absolutely crucial for survival, as most who have less than an 8th grade education don’t make more than $1-2 a day.

What makes it even more complicated is a good education isn’t free. It costs around $500 a year per student for fees, not including books and uniforms and transportation.

The staff worked for months getting the older residents into school–with interviews and entrance exams.

Today, we visited Edith at her school of 800 students-most very poor children, sent to the prestigious private and competitive school by generous sponsors.


Her teacher was excited to show us her grades and said, “I tell my students that people sacrifice their wealth for you to be educated. Don’t waste it.”

Edith is ranked #6 in her 9th grade class of 41 students. She is two years older than most of the other students. And she’s a mother. She wants to be a journalist.


And it may not sound like much a of miracle, but watching her walk towards us in her school uniform, I thought I would cry.

Because I know where she has come from.

I can see just how far God has brought her.


After we visited the schools some of our girls attend, we went on a field trip to a nearby (and famous) elephant orphanage. Movie star photos lined the walls. It’s a charitable foundation that rescues baby elephants.

It was the first time most of our girls had ever seen an elephant in person (in a country where they roam every national park), much less pet one.



It was so much fun hearing their squeals and giggles. They were wide-eyed as they learned.


We all understand the importance of education.

I have a daughter going into the 9th grade. She is taking journalism, too. She has never suffered or longed for a chance to go to school.

I couldn’t help but thank God for the education my kids are getting.

And I’m not just talking about school.


Here’s how to really give our kids an education:

  • Get them out of their comfort zone: It doesn’t have to be Kenya or even another country, but it’s important to get our kids (and ourselves) a little uncomfortable. Because that’s when we really learn. Feed them food from another country, take a risk. It might be feeding the homeless or helping refugees in your city or knocking on a new neighbor’s door. Do something that makes you uncomfortable.
  • Introduce them to peers in other countries who have less than they do by book, movie or in person. Sponsoring a child or even writing letters to unsponsored kids, watching documentaries and learning about how kids in other cultures live–where they sleep, what they eat, what their chores are-will expose your children and might just give them a great big dose of gratitude, too.
  • Give them hard work that benefits someone besides themselves. Tonight after spending all day at Mercy House, we ate a late dinner at Maureen’s apartment. And while we talked, my kids and husband helped Oliver, Maureen’s husband with a tedious work project. It was hard work and we talked about wages and costs and I watched my kids learn something good while they served someone else.
  • Teach them what really matters: We need to teach our children the value of human life. Today I learned that it costs $226,000 to provide and care for 21 orphaned elephants a year. It costs less than $200,000 to provide and care for 30 teen moms and babies and assist more than a dozen single moms in the slum for the same amount of time. There’s nothing wrong with supporting an orphaned elephant. It’s a great idea. But helping people is not an option.

Would you like to give a one time gift to sponsor one of our girls to attend school for only $40 a month? Or $500 for a year or $10 a week for a recurring payment? 

Sometimes the most important thing we teach can’t be found in books or a classroom.