For the Lord to move hearts on behalf of sexually exploited women and to raise up consistent monthly supporters for the ministry.
We are dangerously close to shutting down all programming for lack of funds.
Spring is upon us, or so it seems. New life, color, and growth emerge out of the brown and gray and cold of winter past. Today I discovered my chives. New, tender green shoots growing up right through the middle of the dead and brown remnant of what once was. That is miraculous. And it reminds me of my friend Elle. Originally from Argentina, I met Elle four years ago in Bolivia. Her tender shoots of new life were my first impressions; I had no idea the story of her life’s winter.
“A night both dark and sacred. Quiet enough to crave the cry of a baby king, black enough to welcome the light of the star of Bethlehem. The Darkest Night of the Year.”
Over the last few months, we’ve been praying – quietly, fervently, patiently awaiting the Lord’s provision.
A former WMF missionary recalls the mud-brick walls and open sewer’s of La Paz’s red-light district – and what she learned from the women there.
At Casa Esperanza, we sit at the table together. We listen to stories, and we share our own. This is a place of connection and mutuality, a space where women can come and know they are loved and valued. We offer hospitality, discipleship, medical support, workshops, tutoring and childcare to women in prostitution and their [...]
It has taken me awhile to realize that I’m grieving.
This August we celebrated 10 years of life in Bolivia. This is hugely significant, for me at least.
Tonight, the doorbell rang at its usual time and I went to the door.
On August 12th, my wife and I welcomed into the world our first child, L. She was born in the U.S. and we’ll introduce her to the WMF Bolivia community in October. I wrote briefly on the amazing delivery process on my blog, BoLiving.