It's Black and White

     Oh my heart, dear friends. I am so thankful that there will never be a time in life when we have learned everything there is to know about our Father. I’m so glad He is always doing a new thing.

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been serving at KAA in Missouri. It’s a magical place in the mountains where we bring kids to a refuge…a safe place. A place to be a kid. A place to learn who their true Father is. And these aren’t just any kids…these are kids from all over the country. They come from many different backgrounds but many of them come from homes that are broken, and almost every single girl I’ve had in my cabin is lacking a father. Many come from foster care, many have been abused, abandoned (literally) by their parents, some are moms, some just want to grow, some of them have such hard homes it took every ounce of my trust in The King of Kings to let them leave me.

   About midway through the week is when all their walls come crashing down and we cry together. Not an attention-seeking cry but a release. They release their precious souls to me and my incredible Co-Counselor, and we are able to teach them about their real Daddy.

   Although I have been able to teach many girls, I have also been taught and convicted of many things. I have learned that I am never worthy of the work I do, but always blessed by it. I’ve learned that….there is NO excuse for any believer to ever lead a life of passivity. We should never have those of the Vine asking “what do I do with my life?” 

     You are growing to bear fruit. There are children just coming through my cabin who just need SOMEONE to reach into their life. They are begging for a mentor, a teacher, a physical representation of our King. We have no excuses to be pathless. When it has been laid out before us. There is work to be done.

  The next thing maybe touchy for some people. Racism is a real thing and a hot topic these days. I am grateful to have been raised in a home where that was never acceptable. But what we don't talk about so much anymore is that invisible line between us. White or black. I never realized how segregated we still are until I worked with a staff that is TRULY integrated. It is integrating black and white culture, enjoying and embracing both. And it’s absolutely beautiful. Why can’t it be like this everywhere? I challenge everyone to stop being around their own because it's comfortable. News flash; we have never been called to be comfortable. Just because you aren’t racist doesn’t mean you aren’t promoting segregation. There are too many comments like “Oh your black for a white girl, or your such a white black person.” NO. You are black and I am white and we are different and it’s beautiful and wonderful and we can work alongside each other. 

     I have been honored to be a Co- Counselor with Charlotte an amazing black woman who exudes the grace of the King. We couldn’t have grown up more differently, and it’s amazing how our love and unity has shown our girls what integration looks like. This place is not a black camp, or a white camp. It’s a Kingdom camp. It’s a slice of what is to come; that our Father is a Father who loves diversity and colors of all kinds. It’s not about black OR white, it’s black AND white.....and yellow, red, etc.

So lift me up as I continue to have girls come into my life for a season and have a chance to speak truth and love to them. Lift up this colorful staff as we stand unified for our King. Lift me up because my heart is in a million places. It is with My Farmer, it’s with my girls, it’s with this place, it’s home amongst the waves I haven’t surfed, it’s with my sisterhood, it’s with my family, it’s in My Jungle, but most importantly it’s with my Father. Challenging me to get off the fence of segregation and passivity, and burn on for the colorful kingdom.