Today it is easier than ever for your presence to be seen by large groups of people, many you may never meet. With just a few strategic keyboard clicks (either by you or someone else) instant notoriety–positive or negative –can be yours. Like most people, I believe social media can be a tremendous tool, allowing us to connect to others we otherwise wouldn’t.

Perhaps you or someone you know of has been suddenly thrust into the limelight. Like most things, a good thing can become a bad thing if we’re not careful. The distance between these two opposites is often a very thin line or a subtle shift. This leads me to the true focus of this post: self-ascension.

As you may know, I have been on one of the most incredible journeys, as I have asked God to use my life for his purposes, and I see him doing just that.

He has led me to places and people I never would have imagined meeting. He has given me a platform to share about His truths to others across the world. He allows me to be his “hands and feet.” He led me to forming a non-profit and writing a book about this journey that is soon to be published. While that seems like a lot, in my spirit, I sense that God is preparing me for something else, something even more public than now. To be honest, while the thought of being used further by God is exhilarating, the thought of becoming anything close to a “public figure” is terrifying. My introverted, behind-the-scenes-preferring-self would rather remain in obscurity.

If my ability and opportunities to speak and teach about the goodness of God ascends, the only way I want that to happen is if God himself orchestrates that ascent. Of course, right? But not so fast. There is a trend happening today in the area of self-ascension and I am trying very hard not to step into that current. There are many genuine, devoted and sincere Christ followers who are being used to do great work and using social media to share about it. When they do, you see their humility and that they have not lost sight of who it is they are to serve and glorify. To these, I say bravo! Well done! May God receive all due glory.

But friends, it also seems as if there is a viral trend occurring in which others are working very hard to build a platform of notoriety while using God to get there. This should not be, and it grieves me to my core.

The Bible is full of stories of people who went off the rails in this way. A most remarkable example is Satan himself. Perhaps you know that Satan did not start out bad. In fact, in Isaiah 14:12, we get a glimpse of how he was known when he was good. Check this out:

“How you have fallen from heaven, morning star, son of the dawn! You have been cast down to the earth, you who once laid low the nations!”

Morning star? Son of the dawn? One who once “laid low the nations?” Wow! These are extremely significant attributes, speaking of how much responsibility and power had been placed into Satan’s hands. But this verse tells us there was a problem. What was it? Satan had fallen from heaven. So what happened?

Let’s read on in the passage to see what happened in verses 13 and 14:

“You said in your heart, “I will ascend to the heavens; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit enthroned on the mount of assembly, on the utmost heights of Mount Zaphon I will ascend above the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.”

There it is…do you see it? Satan got so full of himself, losing sight of the very one who raised him up to begin with. Good grief, he even wanted to ascend above and be like the Most High! Said another way, Satan lost any sense of humility and started believing his own press.

Satan wanted to increase his platform, using his knowledge of God to do it. If Satan had social media at his disposal, he would likely have been using it to post things just as society seemed to want them, using imagery, fonts, colors and words that society would find most appealing. He would most certainly be driven by the motivation to get the most reaction…likes…followers. Yikes.

In essence, scripture tells us that in his heart, Satan had begun to build his own agenda for his life. When he did this, he fell subject to something we’re still vulnerable to today, self-ascension. Slipping into this mindset, one can forget an important truth:

“If God wants us exalted to a place of public prominence, He will make that happen.”

There is really only one thing we need to do. Be ready. We don’t need to present everything as society wants it. We don’t need to make things all neat and pretty. We don’t need to do anything but one thing…seek him fully so that if he chooses for us to ascend, we will be ready. Friends, this is my sole soul desire. And just like anyone else, I have to keep myself in check so that I don’t start believing my own press. For this reason, I have several trusted people that I’ve given permission to also keep me in check. My prayer to God about any platform or ascension remains this: if what I do for you ever becomes about me, remove it from me.

As God has led me through these past years in Kenya, there has developed a sort of notoriety that makes me uneasy. I often feel like a celebrity might feel, relatively speaking of course. I have been swarmed by clamoring and adoring children, publicly celebrated with songs and dancing and even had Sunday church pulpits given over to me to speak. I count all of these moments as precious.

The moments themselves are not the issue. The issue is that I am not the one they or anyone else ultimately needs. Trust me, on my very best day, I will still disappoint. The one we all need is Jesus. Jesus…the one who saved me from the deepest pit of hopelessness and despair. Jesus…the one who died to cancel out my sin debt and gift me with the assurance of eternity in Heaven. Jesus…the one continues to love me, refine me and show me who I was created to be.

To be good stewards of our gifting may at times require that we market ourselves or our work. For example, with an upcoming book launch, I know that to increase the likelihood of the story God has given me to be read, I need to do my part to ensure people know about it. Whatever I do, the results are his. I have no way to know what might be coming my way in the days ahead. Nor do you. If God wants to give someone a more public platform, he can make this happen. What a glorious thing if he does, especially if you can rest assured knowing you are standing there because he wanted you there, not because of anything you did to build your platform of notoriety while using God to get there.

If he does call me into the public eye, if he calls you there, then when the spotlight comes on, may it always be Jesus who is exalted. If we serve him humbly, he will be the one who receives the credit, likes and followers. We should want it no other way.


Upendo Group Shot

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” Ecclesiastes 3:1

It’s been awhile since I have shared an update. The last few months for me have been a whirlwind of emotions, prayers, seeking and waiting. Waiting for God can be so hard at times, but I have learned it is worth every minute, and jumping ahead of Him typically does not end well. So, wait I have.

Before I returned to Kenya this past October, I had been starting to feel that God was–for the lack of a better description–turning me a bit, back toward home and ministry in the states. When I first had that sense, it was subtle, and I had not felt a definitive direction, so I continued to do what I think believe we’re supposed to do while waiting on God, focus solely on the next step he has laid before us. If there is no step, remain where you are until one becomes clear. Knowing a big part of my heart was in Kenya, and with a surprise offer by a generous friend to pay for my return flight, off I went.

As in prior visits, I remained in Kenya for an extended period of time. My primary focus for the trip was to visit with our precious Upendo Boys and check in on our on the ground ministry efforts supported through Love Without Borders.

This time when I arrived back at Upendo Home, as much as we tried to get there before sundown, it was dark. When I say it is dark at Upendo Home, I mean it is d.a.r.k. There is only the light of the moon and stars. That’s it.

There is a road that leads into the property, and Upendo Home is near the back. Since the road is unpaved, even from Upendo home, the presence of a car coming in can be heard as soon as the tires hit the dirt. As we approached the home, I had my window down, and while I could not see my precious boys, I could certainly hear them. They were off in the distance at first, but getting closer. Before long, while still unable to see them, I knew they were very near and could hear what they were excitedly cheering in chorus, over and over again…”mama, mama!” Oh my heart…oh my melting heart!

The fact that these boys are always so excited to see me blesses my soul so deeply. At times, I wonder why my presence matters. They have every practical thing they need and wonderful people around to love and guide. But to them, I am “mama Karen” and to them, my presence matters a great deal. What a humbling honor to be so loved. What an honor indeed.

It had been six months since I had seen the boys. To see the boys and how well they are progressing is like seeing a walking miracle! They are doing so incredibly well. They are healthy, happy and thriving. Our Kenyan ministry partners are doing such an amazing job of shepherding these young boys and I know that our boys are great men-in-the-making.

I had a similar welcome when the Kitale street boys first learned I was back. As the boys got sight of me, the van was literally swarmed as they tried to get to me. Pastor Paul literally had to make me wait in the van and settle the boys down before I could exit the van. Waiting to get my arms around them was so hard for me, because the truth is, I love this little swarm too. Once again, though hard for me to understand, my presence also matters to these children.

That first time back to the Upendo Street Orphan Ministry, I made the mistake of getting out with my phone in my back pocket–truly, I know better–and an older kid, new to town, pickpocketed me while the kids were crowding around me. Thankfully, Pastor Caleb saw him, grabbed him with a vice-like grip, and demanded he give my phone back. When the Kitale boys learned this happened, they begged me to let them render street justice to the thief. Honestly, they probably would have killed the guy. I had to insist they stay back as I told them no. Each of the remaining weeks, when I again engaged with the Kitale boys, they were still indignant and commenting about my phone being stolen…one even said “you can’t steal from our mother!” The Kitale boys are wild, and raw, and rough but underneath that, there is the sweetness of a child and the knowledge of right from wrong. This endears them to me all the more.

Aside from that one unfortunate event, the time spent in Kenya was great. The boys have grown like weeds and desperately needed new clothes and shoes. The quality of the clothing in country is not great (the truth is, I despise buying clothes there, they are so cheaply made ) so before I left, I searched yard sales and second-hand stores to find enough gently used clothing to clothe them all. Thanks to our amazing supporters, each boy received his very own space bag of several outfits, underwear and socks, a jacket, belt and new athletic shoes. I have never heard children so exceptionally excited and grateful just to receive clothes. I had them wait their turn, as each child got to open his bag and take things out to look at them as everyone else looked on. Every one of our boys cheered for the others with joy for what they were receiving. Every child uttered their thanks to me and to God. It was such a sweet moment of sincere gratitude. I was so proud of them.

Our days were filled with catch-up chats, fun games, video dates and even a trip to a local swimming pool. Though it was cold, all of the kids suited up, climbed into swim rings and jumped in the shallow end of the pool. This was their first time at a hotel and in a pool. To them, it was clearly a miracle day. And oh, was it fun for all of us.

The weeks passed quickly, and saying goodbye to them was harder than ever. Each time we are together, our hearts grow closer. As usual, I felt like I was leaving a part of my heart behind and the goodbyes were hard, most especially for my Meshack. While he always has the hardest time saying goodbye to me, this time, it seemed even more so. In fact, he almost missed seeing me off, I could not see him anywhere, but then, he appeared. I was so glad he did, this precious child of my heart. As I wrapped him up in my arms, I sensed he was struggling more than ever, and that was so hard. I held him and spoke love to him as long as I could. With a final expression of pride and encouragement for how well they were all doing, we set off for the airport.

Before long (well, after the really long, nearly 24-hour trip) I was back home in the states, arriving just before Christmas. The next month was a blur of jet lag, a nasty, lingering bout of bronchitis that set in right before I came back, and holiday happenings. Before I knew it, January 1st rolled around and the new year was before me. The first order of business was to finish my manuscript edits on my first book, SEEN: Hope Prevails, which will be published in the very near future. I cannot wait to glorify God through this amazing story and to see what He will do with it. With that huge undertaking complete, the next question became “now what?”

This leads me back to the subject of seasons. The longer I have walked my Journey of Faith, the more I realize that the journey comes in seasons. While the seasons vary in what they hold, the one constant throughout my seasons of the past twenty years is the presence of God. Surely, I had seasons before coming to know Him, but they were so much harder than the seasons following my decision to yield my life to doing things his way.

This leads me to today, and retrospection on the last few months. The hallmark of the past few months has been uncertainty…not my favorite thing, not at all. Uncertainty about finances (ugh…so wearying), and vocation and what else is next for me. One thing I did sense was that God was beginning to “turn” me. The best way to describe this was I felt like I was in a curve, but could not yet see what lay before me when the road straightened out. This lead to many months of praying, seeking, listening, waiting and a whole lot of crying. While the road ahead is still not quite fully in view, I finally have some clarity on what I am supposed to be doing. Thank you, Lord!

First and always, I will remain committed to the boys and the ministry work that is underway in Kenya. I will continue to travel to Kenya as the missionary of the nonprofit I founded to support our work there, Love Without Borders , as often as funding and schedule allows. The next trip in my sight will be in August (I could use your tax-deductible financial support) where I will be again speaking at a three-day women’s conference and helping our in-country partners with other local ministry. I expect this trip to be around two-weeks in country time, so if you have any interest in coming along, let me know. I have two other women on board to join me. While they are both sponsors of Upendo Home, you do no have to be a sponsor to go.

Second, God has whispered to me to return to the project begun before he led me through the extended season of time in Kenya. You see, many years ago, God placed women’s ministry on my heart. He set me on a path of ministry to women, which included two international mission trips focused on sharing His gospel and to the creation of the Sisters in Fellowship mentoring program (which I’m praying about dusting off and formally launching). I enjoyed occasional speaking engagements and the passion surfaced to begin writing on a subject I so dearly love…Bible study.

As I’ve begun to come out of the curve, I am so excited that God has directed me to return to that place and to the very study topic that He first laid on my heart, 2 Corinthians 10:5:

“We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”

I am more excited than ever to dig into studying, researching and writing about this topic. It has been elating to receive several confirmations that this is the right path. First, I have already been invited to share the study with a local church’s women’s summer group. What an incredible thing to be so trusted! I also literally just received a text message from a friend, as I was writing about this topic in this blog post, saying that she was praying for me to have God’s guidance as I write the bible study. I love when God uses people to provide us with confirmation. A mere coincidence? No.

Finally, (bravo if you have read this far!) I have opened my home to two young women to help provide me with some income and am also beginning to promote my consulting business, offering my services for personal and small business communication, branding, marketing and events. I just finished building an all new website, which was a bit tricky as I am now tri-vocational. While I am still tinkering (I am incessantly picky) I am pretty excited about The new website will also help me with marketing SEEN: Hope Prevails when it’s ready for sale.

So (whew!) there you have it. If this all sounds a bit messy, it is! A few months ago, during one of those times of praying for direction, God asked me if I would “trust him in the messiness.” Oh, how I love things to be ever so mapped out and clean. Yet, I am most certainly in a season of messiness. Yet, I am trusting him and excited to see where we will go together. Off we go.




New. That word is refreshing, isn’t it? When you think of all new clothes…how great does it feel, just to step into them? Doing so brings about a new sense of self, even though the only change is an external one.
The remarkable thing is that the same fresh feeling we get from new clothes is part of God’s plan for our inner selves. Zechariah 3:1-4 “Then he showed me Joshua the high priest standing before the angel of the Lord, and Satan standing at his right side to accuse him. The Lord said to Satan, “The Lord rebuke you, Satan! The Lord, who has chosen Jerusalem, rebuke you! Is not this man a burning stick snatched from the fire?” Now Joshua was dressed in filthy clothes as he stood before the angel. The angel said to those who were standing before him, “Take off his filthy clothes.”Then he said to Joshua, “See, I have taken away your sin, and I will put fine garments on you.”
If we look closely, this passage isn’t about physical clothes at all. It is about the removal of our old ways (filthy clothes) and being granted a new self in exchange (fine garments). As we begin a new year, our thoughts often settle on the things about ourselves that we wish were different. Perhaps the prior January, we’d resolved to be different by the following one, yet here we are, entering another year in the same old filthy clothes. But this does not have to be.
The truth is that we can dress ourselves up any way we like to appear put together on the outside, while our souls are dying a slow death of hopelessness and despair. That is just it. “We” are the problem.
When we rely on ourselves, our abilities, our ideas, our efforts to bring about change, change may come, sure, but the deep, soul-level change that makes us new from the inside out can only come from the source from which it was originated…God Himself.
This passage of scripture also provides a vital reminder. We have an accuser…Satan. We often underestimate him because he does not show up in obvious, cartoon-like ways, like in a stretchy red suit with a pitchfork and horns. But rest assured, he is very real and he is more dangerous to our souls than any weapon can ever be to our bodies. Those nagging, ugly, unkind little things you think you are telling yourself? Yep. There he is. Whispering. Accusing. Constantly. He wants nothing more than to convince us that we are destined to a lifetime of only filthy rags. If we live life defeated, we are nearly useless for being used by God for the better good. If we live life defeated, and miss out on God’s goodness, we won’t glorify God and share His Holy ability to transform us from the inside out. If we stand for this, which is a choice we make, we lose…every…single…time.
But, God. But GOD! When we look back at this scripture, we see that God is right there to defend us. God is right there to rebuke the ugly author of lies who has us pinned down like a burning stick in a fire. But all is not lost. God is there, watching, waiting, wanting. There is only one thing we need to do before He can do the rest. We must turn back to Him and acknowledge our sin. The story leading up to this passage is Zechariah tells of this turning back to God, returning to Him. And then, with that turning, God instantly moves.
In my life, in your life, what filthy clothes of the soul really need to go this year? What will happen if the only thing “we” do this year is turn back to God, get out of our own way, and truly allow him to remove the sin that entangles us? One thing is sure. Doing the same things will result in the same things, which leads to defeat, and around and around we go. May 2016 be a year of real, deep, inner refinement as we turn back to the One who promises to make us altogether new, dress us in fine garments, and lead us to victory like we have never known.


My beloved Otieno

God, my heart is broken. What do you want me to do? I see the street kids. I learn their stories. I witness their hopelessness and desperation. I hear their pleas. “Mama Karen, I want to go to school,” “Mama Karen, take me with you.” Underneath these pleas are desperate children, crying for help. “Help me out of this desperate situation. Give me a reason to put down my glue bottle and strive to behave in a better way. I know I am not meant for this cold, careless, terrifying life on the streets, and the painful realities that come with it. Give me a reason to believe that I can trust your love for me, and that I don’t have to hold back my heart, but I can breathe out and freely love you too.”

“Allow me to learn that unlike many others who make promises, you will stick this out. You will stay. You will stand behind what you say. You will bring more help to me, get me out of this soul-killing environment, and show me how to have a bright and promising future as I learn to support myself. Allow me to be seen…as I really am. Not just one face in a sea of dirty faces, but as an individual–with a heart, hopes, dreams, talents, and worth. When will my day come? The day when I hear a “yes, it is time, come with me. Your new life starts today, because I believe in you and others do too…we believe in your worth.”

God, my heart is broken. What do you want me to do? I see the street kids. I learn their stories. I witness there hopelessness and desperation. I hear their pleas.

For now, my heart cries as I pray, and hope, and wait for the justice that is meant to come through others who step up to share this burden. For the others who also say, “I believe in your worth.”

James 2:14-17 “What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.”


I am weary. There, I said it. It’s true.

What I’m not is undetermined. No. I remain determined to press on in the work God has called me to; created me for. I know he has prescribed this missionary season I am in. I know that he placed Kenya in my life’s path. He knew that while he sent me there to minister to the women, He would break my heart for the desperately hurting children in that country. He knew that I would carry a heart burden to help them and the many people I have come to love in Kenya. And oh, I do.

When I stop and think about it, my weariness seems to make sense. I’ve been in missionary mode for a year and a half. I have spent a significant amount of time planning and preparing for the work that would be done there. In this year and a half, I’ve traveled to Kenya three times; nearly 60,000 air miles. I liken this season to being shot out of a cannon and still being in mid-air, not knowing when I will land. Gone is any sense of life-normalcy. Topsy-turvy is my new norm.

I am away for a day before I host an all-day meeting with my ministry team. For a brief time, there are very few of my usual distractions. I am quiet. Alone. Contemplative. Which leads me to, well, me. Tuned into me now, I realize a few things I need to acknowledge.

One is that in my state of weariness, which I cannot seem to shake, I’ve been regularly holding my breath. Literally. I catch myself not fully breathing in and out.

I also realize that living in the states in between missionary trips is a good thing and a bad thing. It is good for obvious reasons; being close to my family and friends and the ease of daily comforts like running water and a climate I can control with a switch. But it is a bad thing too. It is harder now than ever to see how much we take for granted here, the ridiculous impatience and sense of entitlement that is becoming more and more of our norm.

I realize that I don’t fully fit in anywhere anymore. If I am here in the states, I am thinking of Kenya and missing my boys and my work there so much. If I am in Kenya, I am longing for home, my son and friends and yes, a hot shower. In either place, I am now incomplete.

I acknowledge that not relying on myself for the means to support and take care of my needs is really hard! It is hard to walk away from a great salary, benefits and paid vacations. It is hard to go from a paycheck coming in like clockwork every two weeks to wondering how I will get by the next month. It is hard to now have to scrutinize every little purchase I make and severely lower my sense of reasonableness when it comes to things as simple as shampoo.

Finally, it is hard to feel like no one can really know or understand me and my life now; for me to not feel more alone than ever. And it is hard to not berate myself for even spending any time on such pitiful self-focus.

So this weariness lingers and I cannot seem to escape it. Which leads me to seek Him. And just as He has done so many times, He leads me to just the right reminder in scripture:

You have searched me, Lord, and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely. Psalm 139:1-4  …all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:16

I am known. The Holy One who created me, who gave me this life, this heart and my determination to advocate for others. He knows me.

And there it is; the realization. My weariness comes from being earthly minded. While earthly mindedness is needed so that I see the work He has called me to do, I need to be heavenly focused. Focused more intently on Him. His Word. His voice. His plan. His love. To remember that this earthly life is oh-so-temporary. It’s the next life in Heaven that holds all of the best promises; the freedom from all of the things that burden me here.

The line between earthly mindedness and heavenly focused is very fine; a subtle shift it all it takes to derail me.

So now, moment by moment…I’m looking up…and breathing out.



Some of my precious street boys. They stampeded toward me with surprise, seeing I was back in Kenya.

Today, I did something I haven’t done in a month and a half; something that on the surface may not seem all that remarkable. I took a long shower. And by shower, I mean the “real deal.” Hot water, unlimited, raining down with the effortless turn of a handle.

My showers in the days leading up to this? A bucket of water and pitcher I used to create my own rainfall. My shower water taken from a well, toted by a ridiculously hard-working woman who then heated it for me over a fire she built with wood; hot water a luxury, most use cold water straight from the well.

My Kenyan family takes such great care of me. I am always mindful of the efforts they go through and I’m so grateful. But today, I enjoyed the kind of shower I am used to in my daily life. And it felt…so…blissful.

Today, I did something else I’ve not done my most recent, 40 plus, missionary-mode days.

I cried.

There’s something about the safety of the shower that gives my heart room to express itself. And so today, I cried.

I cried because I know the hearts of so many loved ones in Sikhendu are crying because I have left.

I cried because I am now “Mama Karen” to so many Kenyan sons that I leave behind; sons who love me so much and whom I love too.

I cried because I just had to say goodbye to seven of them — my beloved Upendo Home Boys — all the while knowing their hearts were deeply hurting at my departure.

I cried because before I left, as we ministered through our Upendo Street Orphan Ministry, I was able to lay eyes on my eighth one, and wrap my arms around this one we lost – my beloved Joseph – who chose to return to street life and who once again looks like walking death. And I cried because he pleaded with me to take him to America; his plea one of desperation, to save him from himself.

I cried because I had to say no to him, knowing from the facts that my dear one needs to be allowed to live out his choice, all the while wanting to scoop him up and take him off the streets again.

I cried thinking of the hundreds more homeless street kids I interacted with while I was in Kitale — many whom also call me Mama — that plead with me to help them.

I cried because while I gave them reassurance that my team and I are working hard to do more to help them, they still must wait for relief to come.

I cried because these street kids — some as young as four — struggle to even eat — every single day. They’re filthy with no place to wash themselves. They’re sick with no way to get medical care…hurting…rejected…mostly unseen.

I cried because most of them are addicted to sniffing glue, with no reason to stop.

I cried because I want to give them that reason. I cried because I really hope I can.

I cried because I cannot get the smell of that glue out of my nose or my mind.

I cried because at times, I feel like this missionary life is too much for me, that I cannot do it, that I should just give up.

I cried because I know I can do it; I must do it; I want to do it.

I cried because I know I am serving God and it is only through His influence that I can continue.

I cried because I would not have it any other way.

I cried because real faith is hard, yet God has proven to be faithful.

I cried because I still have goodbyes to say here in Nairobi. The hardest one, to my adult Kenyan son – a young man that is one of the most amazing, sacrificial, giving people I have ever met.

I cried because I know it grieves his heart when I leave, as it does mine.

I cried because I’ve given all I have and am returning home to an empty bank account with nothing to offset that reality.

I cried because I told God if I needed to sell my house I would do it. I cried because I know that I really don’t want Him to ever require that of me.

I cried because I know I am to return to Kenya in August for an extended missionary season, but I have no way to know how I am going to financially manage fulfilling that commitment while also those at home.

I cried because God has told me not to worry about money. I cried because sometimes, I still do.

I cried because after six months at this effort to help impoverished women and children, it seems that so many who are able to help just choose to look away.

I cried because I have a team of women who persevere with me in this effort, despite the discouragement that often comes from so much seeming indifference.

I cried remembering those precious friends who have stood in the gap with us.

I cried because so many people rely on me greatly, both at home and now here in Kenya. I cried because I feel so hard-pressed to help. I cried because I still want to. I cried because currently, I can’t.

I cried because Kenyans are the most beautiful culture of people I have ever met. So gracious, warm and friendly, even though so many of them struggle hard to even feed their families, yet, would be the first to remind you to trust in prayer.

I cried remembering that God promises in Heaven, there will be no tears:

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”  Revelation 21:4 (ESV)

I cried because while yet on earth, because humans are sinful, there are so many reasons to shed them.

Today, my tears seemed endless. My eyes are now puffy. But I believe my heart is clean – at least for now.

Because, I cried.


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I have been back in Kenya for several whirlwind weeks. Our Upendo Boys are doing so amazingly well. What an incredible transformation of seven young lives in just a few short months. The Upendo Home team in Kenya, led by Pastor Odari, are doing a remarkable job ensuring our young ones are receiving the best of physical, emotional and spiritual care. It shows.

There’s been so much happening that I want to share which is challenging with an always spotty internet signal. I am determined to post, however, as my heart is heavy and I feel it’s time to share about something I’ve been holding onto since last year.

If you’ve kept close track on our work here, then you’ll recall that we rescued a total of eight boys, not seven. The truth is, we lost one. My beloved Joseph. He decided to leave us just before Christmas, breaking my heart in a million pieces. So much so that I have not wanted to talk about it.

As I returned to Kenya this trip, I was hopeful I’d be able to see him again as we continued Pastor Odari’s weekly feeding program, which Love Without Borders (my non-profit) is supporting. My goal in seeing Joseph was not to scold or tell him of my disappointment, though I am disappointed. No. My goal was to affirm my continued love for him and gently get him to help me understand why he would leave all the benefits of Upendo to return to street life. Just before I left last October, he and I talked about his strong desire to return to school, and I had promised him he would be doing so in January.

He had no idea I was back in Kenya, nor that I would be at the location where we serve meals to street orphans. I had no way to know if I would even see him. But then, I did. He came shuffling down the street, toward the place where we feed the street kids each week. Though I wasn’t sure before that moment how I would respond, my mama instincts kicked in and I immediately went to him. Then, he saw me. He was clearly high and reeked of the unmistakable smell of the glue he’s addicted to huffing. But at that moment, all of those things fell away as I gathered him up into my arms – holding him oh so tight and close – and my silent tears began to fall. I just held him, telling him “I love you, Joseph, I love you.” This photo captures that very moment. Right after this picture was taken, I lifted his face to look into mine and realized that he was weeping too. I have other photos that show his face, but I’m not sharing them publicly to protect his privacy. Trust me, you would be shocked speechless. I’ll be honest. He looked like walking death to me.

Oh, my breaking heart. My beloved, talented, bright Joseph — the very one who’s wicked smart and wants to be a professor, is an incredible artist and dancer – has succumbed to what he’s known most of his life. The streets. His own way. Glue. Despair. Regardless of living in the freedom of his choice, his face told such a dramatic story of loss and confusion over his decisions. Confusion he shared with me as even he said he does not understand his choice.

Then came the moment for my heart and my head to debate. Of course, my heart immediately wanted to take him back, try again to restore this dear one so lost. But in my head, I know that he’s not ready to fully yield and humble himself as is required to live with the other boys who are doing so well. I know it is not fair to drop a bomb like Joseph back into the middle of all of the good progress that has been made at Upendo Home. Though I know the boys well enough to know they would welcome him back, despite how mean he was to them and how much he hurt them, physically and as their friend.

Trust me when I say that we did not agree to let Joseph return to the streets without much counsel, assurance of our love, prayer, pleading and reasoning with him over many weeks of time. We did not let him go easily. It hurt us all deeply to lose him. But our boys get to choose. Joseph chose to go, and go he went.

Making the decision to let him go, to allow him to live out his choice is incredibly hard. There’s one thing that gives me comfort and assurance above the mind-numbing and heart wrenching circumstances. Joseph knows and belongs to the Lord, who promises that He remains faithful to those who know his voice, even when they stray.

My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand.                John 10:27-28

Joseph is my precious little sheep too. I will forever be mindful of him, looking for him, encouraging him and loving him. That we lost him to the streets just affirms for me that more needs to be done for hundreds of older boys who may choose to remain in this way of life as the only one they’ve known. There are hundreds. But for all of their street wisdom, these boys are still children. Children who will grow into men one day and still need a way to live beyond their dismal beginnings. That has given me a lot to think about as we plan future ministry to the street orphans.

My boy has made his choice to walk a very hard, dangerous road. I worry about him and my heart breaks to think of him living the way he’s chosen to live. But I know, in the end, God has my little sheep in his sights and one day, either here or in Heaven, Joseph and all that he has lost will be redeemed. And on that day, I will celebrate in the way Jesus describes in Luke 15:6:

Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.”

I love you Joseph, I love you.


Friends, we need to intervene earlier in lives like Joseph’s to help orphaned children avoid the pitfalls and negative influence of street-life. My Love Without Borders team is working hard to stand in the gap. You can help make a tremendous difference by supporting our work with a one-time or ongoing donation here. Thanks ever so much for caring without borders.


Upendo Street Orphan Ministry: a project supported by Love Without Borders, Inc

In just two weeks, I set out again for missionary work in Kenya. Nearly four months have passed since I was last there. Regardless of having witnessed the deep suffering of others, it can be common — effortless really — for the “good life” of the United States to lull one back into numb complacency. While I’m grateful this has not happened to me, being away from the front lines of Kitale has made it easier for my heart to disconnect from the depths of discontent and utter grief I felt when ministering to the homeless orphans there. But then, new images of the work we are doing there arrive — like today — and my heart again weeps. Thank you, Lord.

I’m sure that many look at my life and wonder what the heck I am doing, walking away from the security of “providing for myself” and trusting God for every little thing. From a human perspective, I agree, to do as I have done makes no logical sense. But the life lived only by human perspective is no longer mine. Why? Because I’ve chosen to live my life as a ransom, placing my trust in the most compelling leader of all times:

“For even the Son of Man (Jesus) did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.” Mark 10:45 (emphasis mine)

I am not going to lie. When I look at my quickly dwindling bank account, with no income to counteract it, my self-reliance wants to kick in and start looking for a “real” job so that I can sustain my life here. But then, I remember all that God has already allowed me and others to do for Him since taking that first leap, here’s just a sampling:

  • Share the hope of God and life skills with impoverished women as the keynote speaker at a three-day women’s conference and over twenty other speaking opportunities
  • Provided a single mother of three with mentoring and financial support (ongoing) to re-establish a safe living environment and healthy life skills
  • Through awareness of my work in Kenya, both friends and strangers in the states were compelled to raise money to help
  • Enough money was raised to build our simple Upendo Home, from the ground up, in just three weeks
  • Eight young street orphans were rescued and given new hope through life in Upendo Home, where they now:
    • Eat fresh meals versus picking from the garbage
    • Sleep in warm beds versus on a cold hard street
    • Live under loving protection versus harsh vulnerability
    • Receive medical care versus suffering from untreated diseases
    • Learn in school versus lessons from the street
    • Feel the love and comfort of God versus the empty nothingness of sniffing glue

And just since returning home in November, we have:

  • Formed a 501c3 non-profit, Love Without Borders, Inc. (LWB)
  • Built a professional LWB team (all devoted volunteers)
  • Secured financial sponsors for all of our rescued children, sustaining Upendo Home
  • Received an unsolicited donation to cover my upcoming flight
  • Held an event to formally launch LWB
  • Secured a financial partner for our weekly street orphan ministry, increasing our weekly meals from ten to fifty children (today’s photos are from our recent outreach)

When I review this list, I must admit, I’m proud and I’m impressed. But not because of what my team and I have done — though we have worked very hard and feel great about our work. Rather, it’s because we’ve been equipped by God to accomplish all that we have. We rejoice with wonder over everything. I believe these accomplishments are an awesome reflection of what Jesus promises us in John 14:12:

“Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.”

We are called to perform works like Christ. Love Without Borders is a compassion-based ministry, formed for this purpose. But the leader of this ministry is God, not me. Surely, a feet-on-the-street leader is needed. This is me; but I remain second in command. I want it no other way. My team and I will follow behind Him to continue to do His will. I believe in this approach, we can continue forward in confidence that we will accomplish what he has set for us to do.

God uses regular people every day as his hands and feet in this world. He will use anyone who is willing to say yes. You may not be used in the same way I have been. For example, most people I know will never be called to leave home for Kenya, and that is really okay. Rest assured, you can still be used to accomplish a great deal. If you want to serve alongside me in Kenya, you are most welcome. If you would like to partner with us in other ways, I simply ask you to begin by committing to look just beyond the good life and find ways you can help.

If you believe in the work we are doing, one easy way to help if you’re able is financial support. There continues to be more orphans to feed and care for and broken, despairing women to help. Also, my team and loved ones will really let me have it if I don’t also share that in order for me to continue to serve and give my life as a ransom as a missionary on the front lines in Kenya, I also need support. If you do support us financially, I assure you we demonstrate full accountability and solid results, as reflected above, for your investment.

Another way you can easily help is to share about what we are doing. Networking is essential and it is how we have already received much of our support. I’ll be blogging in Kenya. If you want to follow along on this next leg of the journey, just “follow” my blog and you will be notified when I post updates. If you are on Social Media, we can be found on Facebook @ LWB: Upendo Home and Instagram at LWB_Upendo_Home. PayPal donations can be sent to by clicking here (PayPal account not required).

Finally, we put together a video vignette about the Upendo ministry. Take a look, click here

We value your trust and we cannot do this alone. Thank you ever so much.


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Kitale street orphans

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. So much has been happening and let me tell you, it’s been oh-so-good! It may sound silly to say this but there’s something so freeing, so exciting and so encouraging about following God; emphasis on following.

So often, I start out asking God to lead me to do this or that, then before long, realize that I’ve slipped back into my mode of self-reliance. Worse than the realization that I’ve yet again taken back the reigns I’ve just yielded to Him, I also end up feeling responsible for the results. Honestly, what a burden this is! And one I don’t believe I’m meant to bear.

It’s been nearly a year since I left corporate life for full-time ministry, and one of the greatest lessons I’m learning (trust me, there’ve been several) is the incredible power and yes, freedom, in allowing God to be God and staying behind Him as I live out the days He’s set before me. And when I do, God overwhelms me by blessing the ministry He’s called me to form and lead – Love Without Borders (Upendo Home is our primary project) –with incredible results.

I know without any doubt in my mind that full-time ministry to women in the states and abroad and, more recently, to the homeless orphans of Kitale, is what He’s set before me to do in this season of life. Just thinking now of my beloved boys in Upendo Home and of the many still-homeless orphans on the streets (some pictured above) makes me weep. It’s heart-shattering to see these children so hopeless and helpless. It brings up every sense of Holy Discontent in me.

Beyond my devoted mama-love and fiery passion for helping these children, the thing that spurs me on the most is to know that I’m being led by the very One who created me to do the very work I am doing. In His Word, He affirms me with this:

I tell you this: whenever you saw a brother or sister hungry or cold, whatever you did to the least of these, so you did to Me. Matthew 25:40 (Voice)

So despite the discouragement I feel when so many people who have the means to help seem indifferent to our cause, I remind myself that my efforts are for Him, but the results are His. Oh, sweet freedom.

As I mentioned before, there have been blessings too! I’ll share just a few:

  • Returning from Kenya to an organically grown team of women who share my passion for this ministry –Megan, Nina, Laurel, Kristi and Stephanie — and are now my Love Without Borders team
  • Donors who’ve offered to send support, without being asked. Including one who sent me $1K just this past week for my return to Kenya in late February
  • Sponsors for our Upendo Home boys! We’ve only recently started asking for sponsors yet we’re only five away from being fully sponsored!
  • People who have supported our different fundraisers and IndieGogo campaigns.

For these things and others I’ve not mentioned, I humbly say thank you! And I offer all praise the One who owns the results, regardless of when and how they come.

While the results remain His, with the amazing support of my team, I’ll continue to press on with everything within me to carry this cause forward. The story that God has unfolded is so much more incredible than I can ever impart in a blog alone. I’m compelled and equipped to tell the story — His story — and am currently writing a book that I truly believe God will use to broaden awareness of this ministry and increase the support we so desperately need to do more. I’m eager and excited to see what He does.

Just this week, the Love Without Borders non-profit will be officially launched at our Night of Upendo event on the evening of January 30. If you’re local to Southern California and interested in attending, we’d love to see you! Just message me for details.

Whatever you do, I pray you’ll find a way to do for the least of these. I promise you, your heart will never ever be the same.

If you are able to help with networking, sponsorship, a donation or some other way, would you kindly let us know via email to Donations can be made via PayPal to Thank you ever so much.


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My first experience with feeding the Kitale street orphans.

Since returning home from Kenya, the cloak of introspection over my heart and spirit has lingered, deepened even. Combined with a whirlwind of activity to establish a non-profit, officially forming an amazing team to support this new ministry and the upcoming Christmas holiday, there’s been plenty of distractions from blogging. But here it is…the moment of truth. In some way, I know I’ve been avoiding it.

Why? Because when I blog, I open my heart and pour it out onto virtual paper; post it for anyone to see. And with that outpouring comes vulnerability and a question. First, the vulnerability. To share about “the need” requires me to revisit my heart-experience as it was during my days in Kenya.

The memory that comes first is of my final night. One that started out with great joy and celebration as we shared dinner at Upendo Home with the boys, their incredible guardian family and the community leaders who I was entrusting Upendo with as I prepared to depart. If I did not have such incredible confidence in these amazing people, I would not have been able to leave. But because I do have such confidence, I was leaving, which ultimately led to the moment when joy turned to deep sadness. The time had come to force myself to start the process of saying a final goodbye to my boys; the ones who now called me Mama.

Even now, remembering this moment makes me weep and brings about a deep ache in my heart. The boys became instantly sad when they realized the moment had come. I had done my best to prepare them for this inevitability. But I also knew that no amount of preparation would help ease the hurt when the moment arrived; and it didn’t. Though the older boys – Joseph, Arafat and Meshach — better understood what was happening, they were also the ones I had grown closest to over the prior weeks.

Saying goodbye to them was the most painful thing I think I have ever had to do. While Joseph was stoic, both Arafat and Meshach were visibly upset. All I could do was to hug them tight to me, remind them of my love and commitment to return, and force myself to take the steps to the van. The moment I was out of their site, the anguish I had been holding back broke loose and I began to weep. The van was full of people, but all that could be heard was my weeping as we pulled away in the darkness.

The memory that next comes to mind – and the one that brings me the most restlessness even today — is the Kitale street orphans. It was from this unlimited supply of homeless children that our Upendo boys were thoughtfully chosen. Trust me when I say that though we approached this process carefully, it did not make it easier to rescue such a small number of children from a sea of hopeful faces. The restlessness and pain I feel about the Kitale orphans left behind has not diminished; not one bit. In fact, it has grown and deepened. Every night, I think about how many of them are still on the streets…homeless…hungry….hurting…waiting. Wondering if their day of help is ever going to come. I know there is more that must be done.

This leads me to the question. Will sharing all of this fall on mostly deaf ears? This consideration has been the hardest of all. Please don’t get me wrong. We have had a few people catch the vision for what we are trying do and offer their support as they are able. With every pledge of help, my team and I are so encouraged and excited. These benevolent ones are so appreciated. But a few people is not nearly enough. A few people will likely never be enough. And truly, the resources needed to do more on a much larger scale are right here in America. And yet, the plight of homeless dogs often raise thousands of dollars in mere days when orphaned children can barely get a nod over the span of months. I adore dogs. I have a beloved dog. But to witness compassionate comments and donations surge in response to a plea to help an animal compared to a mere whimper of response for orphaned, hurting children is absurd, disheartening and should not be.

So as I write this post in the wee hours of the morning, my soul is aching as I revisit these memories and long to return to my boys…to keep my promise…to do more. I seek out God for comfort while we wait for the resources we need to make our vision a reality. Of course, He provides what I need in Psalm 38:8-9:

I am feeble and utterly crushed; I groan in anguish of heart. All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. I wait for you, O LORD; you will answer, O Lord my God.

I am feeble. I am crushed. I am in anguish. Yet, I will wait for God. Might He be waiting for you?

If you are able to help with networking, sponsorship, a donation or some other way, would you kindly let us know via email to Donations can be made via PayPal to or via our open Indiegogo fundraiser. Thank you ever so much.