Waiting in HOPE

I’m sitting here at the dining room table, trying to get some paperwork done and I HATE it. Yes, HATE. Paperwork is a four-letter word in my mind. Ewwwww. I just can’t deal with it.  So what do I do instead of doing the paperwork I’m supposed to do? I check my email, and then, oops – I get on FACEBOOK.

That app is like the worst thing that ever happened to me. I need it to stay connected to the world and to communicate to the world how we’re doing here in Moz, but man…I waste a lot of hours stalking people, staring at cute babies and pictures of puppies and reading articles & recipes of stuff I’ll never make or find the ingredients here to make. Distracted much?!

I think it’s easy to be distracted when you don’t want to face reality. I don’t LIKE doing paperwork, but it MUST be done or there are serious consequences, both here in Moz and back in the States. Paperwork is just something I’ve never liked. I LOVE writing and journaling but actually filling out forms & answering cookie-cutter questions is so NOT my thing. But isn’t that SO similar to how this last week has felt? There are things happening around us that we MUST do but we don’t LIKE doing it, and many of these things are totally out of our control. Ugh.

Prime example: Cooking dinner. (YOU totally thought I was going to say something that rhymes with “Shmesidential Shmelection,” didn’t you?!) When you’re EXHAUSTED and it’s really HOT like it is here, turning on the oven just doesn’t seem right. But if you have a tribe of hungry ones on the verge of melt down mode, you light that stove and get to cooking, right? Well, at least I do because there’s no Pizza Hut around here!

I guess my point is this: there will always be things we don’t like and we don’t want to deal with. There will be times when we all feel frustrated, tired of waiting and tired of the crap that goes on in this world. There’s a lot that we cannot control, and that can be one of the most frustrating parts of a difficult season.

Recently, we’ve been experiencing a lot of things that are not in our control, but directly affect us. We’ve had a lot of construction materials stolen and with the exchange rate being very high, the cost of replacing these items is outrageous - three to four times what we paid for the same item only a few months ago.  

We’ve had some things taken right in front of our eyes, even when we thought we were being very vigilant. We have a team of builders who live on site, and there is still theft, almost daily. It’s something we can’t really control because there’s no way we can see everything that goes on until we are able to move in and be around the house ALL the time.

WAITING is also something neither of us deal well with and we’ve been waiting for almost a MONTH for the social action office to come and do a quick inspection. It’s not really even a REAL inspection – it’s more of a formality. But every 4-5 days, the director makes an appointment with us and then can’t make it or doesn’t show up. In his defense, the guy is SO busy and I feel for him, but waiting is difficult and annoying! I guess we’re learning patience.

So even though we’re mostly ready to move in - most likely by the end of the week, we have to wait on the social action office. And we’ll continue to wait, expecting to hear from them soon, knowing that we’ll get there. This is one of those things we don’t like to do, we don’t want to do, but we have to wait. Sometimes the reason we WAIT is because we’re being protected from something or we’re being propelled into something better than if we had JUMPED immediately and rushed through the process so we can have what we want, NOW.

In this time of waiting, we’ve had the ability to spend time doing what we LOVE – spending time with PEOPLE - with our construction team and with our neighbors. We’re taking this interim time to seek out anything we’ve been missing out on during our season of business and building. And it’s good, guys.

After this crazy week, take some time to WAIT. Sit back and look around you and look for those things that you might be missing when you’re too busy or too tired to see them.

Do me a favor – WRITE THIS DOWN! Take some time and log out of social media, shut down your email (after you read this!) and then listen. What have you been missing out on what you need to do or want to do? Write down something that you need to do during those seasons of waiting or frustration, especially if you're currently in one of these. Go see your neighbor, call someone you haven't talked to in a while, cook a meal for a friend, take your wife out for a glass of wine, make your hubby breakfast in bed. Then just chat – don’t talk about politics or what’s going wrong in this world. Just show some love and you’d be surprised how much hope you have when you’re finished.

Speaking of HOPE – help give our community HOPE by making a contribution to Heart for the Needy on Giving Tuesday, coming up in just 2 ½ short weeks! Learn more about Giving Tuesday HERE. If you haven’t already partnered with us, now is THE time! Help us finish preparing for the kiddos we will bring in and help us get a jump on our funding needs for 2017. You can give any time at www.heartfortheneedy.org, via PayPal!

AND – don’t forget every donation is TAX DEDUCTIBLE! Do some end-of-the-year giving AND get that tax deduction – we all win!  

We are in this waiting season for only a short time, and we love that you are walking alongside us, cheering us on. Often times, your encouragement and prayers are what remind us to keep going. It’s not always easy and we won’t pretend that it is. But we know that we have so many of you fighting for us, and we are overwhelmed

by your love. Please don’t stop loving us – we can’t do this without you.

 While we wait,

 Phil & Laura, and Jadon, too

Wait, October's over?

Well, hello there, NOVEMBER.......is it?! Just so November is aware, I'm in complete denial that you are here. Just FYI. Because if NOVEMBER is here, it means our team from the U.S. has already come and gone, just like that. POOF - here. BAM - gone. Did I miss something? Did they really come and then leave already? I feel like maybe I had a dream that our team was here and then I woke up and it didn't really happen.

Community outreach to families fostering children

But as I look back on the month of October, they definitely were here. I keep finding pictures of us with the team of 3 (including both my parents, Keith & Barb, and our friend, Marisa), finding little pieces of evidence in Jadon's stuff - seashells, Lego pieces, new clothes, new shoes - and we have some how acquired this amazing coffee from 81301 Coffee Roasters (Thanks Mark & Shelly!!), all the way from DURANGO, CO! So clearly, I've finally accepted that I wasn't dreaming and they were actually here - 10,000+ miles from their cozy little town.

Now that I'm slowly coming out of denial, I'm moving towards acceptance and realizing their trip here was a HUGE step for this organization. We were able to show a group of people our hard work, God's amazing provisions & grace, and the people who we serve each day. They were able to take away their own stories, learn the faces & names of the children who are suffering, and meet others who have the same passion and goals in mind - to prevent children from becoming orphans & eliminate the need for orphanages all together.

Giving beans & rice to families supporting orphaned children

Each team member was able to make their own case as to why this ministry and work in Mozambique is so important. They saw the water, the electricity and the soon to be children's home. They met our team of builders, our friends, our church family, and they became connected forever. This team became part of this great story, a great story full of failure, joy, success, peace and LOVE. This story is a great story because the Author loves us so surely, so deeply. He writes beautiful pages that often contain our horrid errors and lack of faith, but He knows that we are a beautiful mess because we are His.

Watching God knit this story together has been one of the most beautiful, trying, frustrating, faith building and life-giving experiences I've ever had. And now, three other people have witnessed the unfolding story that God started years ago. His timing is truly impeccable.

If you're wondering when we'll FINALLY move into the children's home and start operating, just know that we are CLOSE. We are about 2 weeks away from moving in. We start the inspection process and licensing planning tomorrow with the local social action office, and then we'll go from there.

Windows, doors & water - all that's keep us from moving in! 

Stay tuned for why November is a really BIG month for Heart for the Needy - it's historically the month where God surprises us and works HUGE miracles on our behalf. We know that November 2016 will be no different and we are expecting great provisions for 2017 from this month alone.

Keep walking alongside us as we get our heads back on straight and start into the next phase! And if it's been a while since you've heard from us, please understand this season has been difficult in more ways than we care to explain. We've experienced every possible human emotion, sometimes all at once and sometimes all in the same day. BUT! We know God is using every moment, every experience to prepare us for the years to come in Mozambique.

You'll soon get to hear more from our team and their experiences here in Mozambique. Follow us so you don't miss out!

Can't wait to get started in this next phase!

Tired but BLESSED,


Phil & Laura, and Jadon, too

4.5 WEEKS TO GO...

Decking the house, stolen phone, blistered hands, bruised legs, hand carrying blocks by the thousands, flat tire, new builders, broken truck, sore feet, tired back. Lots of laughter, some dancing, tears of thanks, cries of frustration, lots of caffeine, driving school, stolen truck battery, too much sun, not enough Jesus, 30 happy kiddos, a team of amazing friends, working night and day, without complaint. Quick trip to the beach, a stomach bug & fever from Satan himself, and a great reminder from God to REST.

Doors are going in! Tiles are up next...

This basically sums up the last 8 weeks. We're so tired and so overwhelmed and yet we've never experienced such joy, peace, hope, and love for each other, this community, this project and this country.

Every single day is full of problems of its own. Nothing is ever easy here and yet all problems come with fairly simple solutions - one has to only open their eyes! Like a flat tire - a few minutes and less than $0.25 later, and you're back on the road.

The last month has been full of so many ups and downs, it's like riding on a roller coaster without a harness. But we have more than survived and conquered a huge set of tasks. In the last 6 weeks, the house has gone from looking like a foundation with a bunch of walls to looking like a HOUSE.

The first floor of the building was decked the middle of July, allowing us to start the 2nd floor walls a few days later. The 2nd floor is now just a small beam away from being completed, and then the roofing will start later this week! While the 2nd floor is almost ready for roofing, the bottom is getting its finishings on - plastering of the walls, tiling of the floors, and finishing up the electrical work & plumbing.

AND - We are just 4 1/2 WEEKS away from receiving our first TEAM from the U.S.!! And we couldn't be more excited!! Our visitors are helping to push our team to get the house (mostly) ready.

This is Phil's best attempt at protesting going
 to driving school...at 6am...every freaking day..

We are working around the clock to make sure we are (mostly) ready to start operating as well! Our team from the States may very well be the first team to help us accept our first children into the Project Little Feet Children's Home!

We are excited and blessed beyond belief. How is this all happening so fast?! God has been so faithful over the last year - yes, we've already marked a YEAR in Mozambique. And now, we're seeing this dream come to LIFE - a tangible, growing vision that took a little faith, a lot of help, and a ton interventions from God.

Now, we are entering a new phase. In a few short weeks, we'll have a beautiful, functional home to welcome abused and abandoned children into a new life. But a building is just that - nothing more than blocks and cement and iron. We want to make this house into a HOME. Will you help us make this house a comfortable, inviting, child-friendly home, where our little ones can heal and enjoy a bit of childhood?

We need everything from beds & sheets to toys & tooth brushes, plates & cups and a fridge & oven. (A washing machine would be a dream come TRUE!!)

We'll be putting together a list of items and the cost of each. (Sign up for our weekly email on our Facebook Page - HERE.) Get together with your workout buddies, work friends, community group, Bible study, or church, and sponsor an item or a whole room!

You can also host an event - a run/walk, cycling event, lemonade stand or "give" your birthday to Heart for the Needy! There are so many great ways to raise awareness AND help us make this HOUSE INTO A HOME!!

This journey is far from over - we're really JUST getting started. And we couldn't have done it without your love & support!

Please pray for us as we prep for our team and the opening of the children's home. We know that everything will work together for good.

May God bless your socks off this week!!

Hugs,

Phil, Laura and Jadon, too

True Colors

Our land has been sold. This is real. It's over. Now we have to start ALL. OVER.

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At least that's what I thought when we first arrived. We had only been in Mozambique for about a month when one day in September last year we arrived on our land to take some measurements to get the paperwork started for the building licenses. And sure enough, there was a small locally made house from mud bricks, and a little family living on our land. A few hours later, we found out that the community land secretary had actually given 2 plots of our 8 to a Congolese businessman. 

I know - you're probably like "what?!" How do you just "give away" another person's land?! Well, this is Africa - the continent where lawlessness is normal. Even when you do things the legal way, you can still have your land sold or stolen. This is just the way it is.

Anyway, we talked to the family living on our land and asked them how they ended up here, who the "owner" might be and how we can solve the confusion because it is not their land. We explained we are an NGO and we are preparing to start building the beginning of 2016.

We found out the family was acting as the guard for the Congolese man, and the guard's name was Fernando, or Nando for short. We slowly got to know Nando's family - his wife, Manjuma, and 3 beautiful daughters. We learned about their struggles - often times we would show up and they hadn't eaten since the day before.

Nando & Manjuma - very serious! 

As we slowly solved the confusion around our land being given out, we agreed that Nando and his family could stay. Neither of us could bare the thought of sending away a family of 5 - where would they go?

We prayed about it, and we decided the best thing to do was to let them stay, at least for now. This was a huge risk for us as we had no idea who these people were, and suddenly, we became responsible for the whole family. We didn't know if they were good people, if they would take advantage of us (which happens to most foreigners here) or if they were honest, hardworking people. We prepared ourselves for the worst and hoped for the best.

We're now approaching a year of being in Mozambique, and Nando has more than proved himself to us. Each day he tends to the coconut trees, keeps an eye on the supplies in the storage unit, makes blocks for our fence, helps unload supplies from the truck and generally helps our construction team however he can. When there is a major problem or an urgent issue, he comes straight to the house to talk to us.

The test of his true character happened last week. Nando and one of our new bricklayers got into an argument. The new bricklayer only speaks English and another tribal language, so he doesn't understand Portuguese or the local dialect, Makhuwa (Ma-koo-wa). After a misunderstanding and a broken pillar, the other worker slapped Nando across the face. None of our other workers were present when it happened, and it was extremely early in the morning, around 4am, so we also were not present when the incident occurred.

When we heard this story later in the morning, we were shocked and very upset. How can anyone just slap someone because they're frustrated? If that was the case I'd be slapping people everyday as I struggle to get a solid grasp on this language!

We were upset. We were a little taken back. We were scared & worried. You see, whenever there's an argument or a problem on your job site, even if you weren't either of the parties involved, you are responsible for what happens on your job site. Period. And as foreigners, we are often the target of exploitation - we are seen as a way to make a quick buck. It's the reality of how our friends here have been oppressed for hundreds of years - its the direct effect of oppression.

They laughed when I told them they were too serious.

Immediately we confronted the offending party and Nando saw our support of him and our anger for what occurred. We asked Nondo to come with us to make a police report when a sudden and angry mess of confusion broke out. Nando's brother intervened and began causing a lot of confusion and frustration, shouting and making demands in Makhuwa, many of which we couldn't understand.

Before we knew it, the brother was whisking Nando away and making threats to bring the police and have the offender arrested. We knew that as soon as an arrest was made, there would be some kind of investigation and we would have to stop building. That is typical here - complications come to the extent that we would have to stop work on the building until the 2 parties go to court and "solve" the problem. But our workers jumped in on our behalf and talked to Nando.

After 2-3 hours of talking, we were finally able to get the two men to talk; with some help of a translator, Nando concluded that the best thing to do was let it go. He understood that if the police came to the job site, everything would stop. He later decided he didn't even want to make a police report even when we encouraged him to do so;  he said he just wanted to let it all go.

A little less serous! 

WOW! We were shocked by his character and willingness to forgive. He knows our hearts - we don't condone that kind of behavior - and he also knows his rights, but he chose to let it be. The next day, he was back right beside the very man who slapped him and was mixing cement for him. Talk about letting it go! He even said, "I already forgot about it!"

Nando & Manjuma are a blessing to us. We appreciate their honesty and hard work, and their friendship. We consider them family and we try our best to learn from them both as we work together. Hopefully, our relationship will continue in this manner.

Will you pray with us that God will continue to grow them as leaders in our area? We want the community to see how Nando behaved, and how it is possible to show forgiveness, even when he had the right to do so much more.



Peace & Blessings,



Phil, Laura and Jadon, too

True Colors

Our land has been sold. This is real. It's over. Now we have to start ALL. OVER.

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At least that's what I thought when we first arrived. We had only been in Mozambique for about a month when one day in September last year we arrived on our land to take some measurements to get the paperwork started for the building licenses. And sure enough, there was a small locally made house from mud bricks, and a little family living on our land. A few hours later, we found out that the community land secretary had actually given 2 plots of our 8 to a Congolese businessman. 

I know - you're probably like "what?!" How do you just "give away" another person's land?! Well, this is Africa - the continent where lawlessness is normal. Even when you do things the legal way, you can still have your land sold or stolen. This is just the way it is.

Anyway, we talked to the family living on our land and asked them how they ended up here, who the "owner" might be and how we can solve the confusion because it is not their land. We explained we are an NGO and we are preparing to start building the beginning of 2016.

We found out the family was acting as the guard for the Congolese man, and the guard's name was Fernando, or Nando for short. We slowly got to know Nando's family - his wife, Manjuma, and 3 beautiful daughters. We learned about their struggles - often times we would show up and they hadn't eaten since the day before.

As we slowly solved the confusion around our land being given out, we agreed that Nando and his family could stay. Neither of us could bare the thought of sending away a family of 5 - where would they go?

We prayed about it, and we decided the best thing to do was to let them stay, at least for now. This was a huge risk for us as we had no idea who these people were, and suddenly, we became responsible for the whole family. We didn't know if they were good people, if they would take advantage of us (which happens to most foreigners here) or if they were honest, hardworking people. We prepared ourselves for the worst and hoped for the best.

We're now approaching a year of being in Mozambique, and Nando has more than proved himself to us. Each day he tends to the coconut trees, keeps an eye on the supplies in the storage unit, makes blocks for our fence, helps unload supplies from the truck and generally helps our construction team however he can. When there is a major problem or an urgent issue, he comes straight to the house to talk to us.

The test of his true character happened last week. Nando and one of our new bricklayers got into an argument. The new bricklayer only speaks English and another tribal language, so he doesn't understand Portuguese or the local dialect, Makhuwa (Ma-koo-wa). After a misunderstanding and a broken pillar, the other worker slapped Nando across the face. None of our other workers were present when it happened, and it was extremely early in the morning, around 4am, so we also were not present when the incident occurred.

When we heard this story later in the morning, we were shocked and very upset. How can anyone just slap someone because they're frustrated? If that was the case I'd be slapping people everyday as I struggle to get a solid grasp on this language!

We were upset. We were a little taken back. We were scared & worried. You see, whenever there's an argument or a problem on your job site, even if you weren't either of the parties involved, you are responsible for what happens on your job site. Period. And as foreigners, we are often the target of exploitation - we are seen as a way to make a quick buck. It's the reality of how our friends here have been oppressed for hundreds of years - its the direct effect of oppression.

Immediately we confronted the offending party and Nando saw our support of him and our anger for what occurred. We asked Nondo to come with us to make a police report when a sudden and angry mess of confusion broke out. Nando's brother intervened and began causing a lot of confusion and frustration, shouting and making demands in Makhuwa, many of which we couldn't understand.

Before we knew it, the brother was whisking Nando away and making threats to bring the police and have the offender arrested. We knew that as soon as an arrest was made, there would be some kind of investigation and we would have to stop building. That is typical here - complications come to the extent that we would have to stop work on the building until the 2 parties go to court and "solve" the problem. But our workers jumped in on our behalf and talked to Nando.

After 2-3 hours of talking, we were finally able to get the two men to talk; with some help of a translator, Nando concluded that the best thing to do was let it go. He understood that if the police came to the job site, everything would stop. He later decided he didn't even want to make a police report even when we encouraged him to do so;  he said he just wanted to let it all go.

WOW! We were shocked by his character and willingness to forgive. He knows our hearts - we don't condone that kind of behavior - and he also knows his rights, but he chose to let it be. The next day, he was back right beside the very man who slapped him and was mixing cement for him. Talk about letting it go! He even said, "I already forgot about it!"

Nando & Manjuma are a blessing to us. We appreciate their honesty and hard work, and their friendship. We consider them family and we try our best to learn from them both as we work together. Hopefully, our relationship will continue in this manner.

Will you pray with us that God will continue to grow them as leaders in our area? We want the community to see how Nando behaved, and how it is possible to show forgiveness, even when he had the right to do so much more.



Peace & Blessings,



Phil, Laura and Jadon, too

HOME

HOME. The food, the smells, the sounds, the people. All of these things make up the nostalgia of being in the most comfortable places we love and long for - that place we like to call HOME.

We have a lot of homes. We have several homes in Colorado, including my parents home. That house is our home. We have had a lot of memories in that house, but more than anything, the sights, sounds and smells are in that home. But the people - they make the house into a home.

The 4th of July is obviously one of those times when being at HOME is so important. Spending time celebrating the freedoms we have with those that we love, with tasty food and crazy activities & games that act as a catalyst for making memories we'll not soon forget.

We are celebrating our first 4th of July in Mozambique, and I'll be honest - today I miss HOME. Its a cool and drizzly day here, with temps in the low 70s, which is almost cold to us! We miss some of the comforts and the freedoms. Its not necessarily that I miss being able to get a cup of strong coffee while I lazily drive through in my car - although that was a nice convenience, or the washing machine that quickly & efficiently spews out clean clothes.

More than anything, we miss the relationships, the faces of the people who helped make this dream come true. Instead of sending a Facebook message that says, "Hey, thanks once again for giving us money to keep going," I'd love to hug the people who haven't stopped giving. I'd love to sit with friends and explain the insane ways that God has brought us out of many troubles, many issues, and how He is changing the lives of many people here. I'd love to tell you how our neighbors were enemies and now they have miraculously become our friends - maybe on another day!

But we can't have it all, can we? This is our dream and we're living it! When we are in the States visiting, we'll be able to get in the hugs, relate the stories more personally, and show the appreciation & love we have for helping us make this happen.

Hope you all have a fantastic, safe 4th of July! Thank you to all of our military families that have sacrificed so much so we can celebrate the freedoms that we often take for granted, the freedoms that allow us to go across the globe and know our country still has our back. Our family is forever grateful for those who have sacrificed so much for the good of our country.

Enjoy some good bbq and beer for us!

Hugs,

Phil & Laura and Jadon, too

Experts? Doubt it...

"We've been extremely busy working to get this house completed."

Delete.

"This has been an awesome month of progress!"

Delete again.

These are the only sentences my fingers have been able to type for the last month or so. My hands and my mind refuse to work together with my heart. Until now, I didn't really want to explain what has been on my heart for some time. But I think it's time.

My heart is so heavy with grief and I think we need to have some real conversations about what is going on in this world. Whether a first world, developing or 3rd world country, we can't move an inch without hearing about another tragedy and another and another. And after each one, these are the common themes I see coming to life: Shaming. Blaming. Lots of talking. Very little listening.

I can't blame these reactions on anything specific because then I would just be part of the problem. This type of behavior has been YEARS in the making. We've become a culture that is quick to judge, quick to speak, and slow to study, contemplate and listen. We, as a culture, have encouraged free expression without cautioning our society of the consequences of speaking without listening and considering the other side.

Social media has also become a means of expressing ourselves without considering the consequences of our harsh, judgmental, neatly-typed words that don't have to be spoken to anyone's face. We simply sit back and wait for people to respond on their tiny screens, using their tiny keyboards, and often replacing their conscience with their mouthy, know-it-all-13-year-old self.

Seriously. I've met so many experts recently: gun law experts, LGBTQI+ experts, zoo experts, gorilla advocates (for those in captivity, anyway), child abuse advocates, child welfare system experts & advocates, Islamic religious experts, rape experts, black history experts, criminal & anthropological experts, psychological and social experts, parental experts, moral and religious experts, alligator scientists, child behavior experts, Disney World lawyers, and the worst shaming and blaming experts of our time.


When I see people behaving this way my mind raises with questions, like: How can you hatefully comment on social media about something you know nothing about? If you're not a parent, how in the world do you know anything about parenting, much less how a child can disappear right before your eyes in an instant? How can you comment about rape and someone else's body when you have never been victimized? How can you say there is no such thing as white privilege when you haven't lived in the skin of a person of color? Do you even have any friends of color? How can you be infuriated by one religious group when you don't even know the violent history of your own religion? How can you constantly point out the speck in everyone else's eye and ignore the plank in your own?

The simple answer is this: social media has allowed all of us to be free of the consequences of what we speak behind our little devices, so we say things we would rarely, if ever, say to someone's face. We don't have to be accountable to anyone or anything, and we don't have to stop & listen before we respond.

So what do we do? I'm not sure what the correct answer is. All I knows is THIS has to STOP.

We can't grow and move our world forward toward peace when we are quick to point fingers, quick to get into arguments and quick to berate a person or group of people based on the actions of one or few.

Let's do something different. Let's do the opposite of what social-media-land (and regular media - don't even get me started!) tells us to do. Let's stop having online arguments and get back to in-person, one on one time. Let's stop plastering every opinion we have all over every outlet we can find, and start having discussions with one another. Let's start learning something new and let go of our desire to constantly be right. Let's remember that some people have experienced AWFUL hurt at the hands of people who claimed to stand for something good, and their experiences have shaped the person they have become. We should be quick to offer grace and not judgment, to offer a listening ear and an open heart.

Let me put it this way: Jesus hung out with just about anyone - the low life's of the world, the arrogant religious leaders, prostitutes, tax collectors and everything in between. There was no one too big or too small to be in the presence of our humble Savior. He never demanded they change, but Jesus' personal influence in their lives was a major contributing factor for many of them to make changes. And the RELATIONSHIP with Jesus started it all.



For example, my best friend, Jessie, has always been an amazing athlete. Anytime I hang out with her, even now, I always go home feeling more inspired and motivated to eat better, exercise more and take better care of myself as a whole. My relationship with her is so real that she can tell me like it is and it's not a problem. We can be real with each other because we have built a trusting relationship and I know she has my best interests at heart and vice versa. We relate on a trust level that I don't have with many people - and because of that trust, we can call each other out when we're wrong and we can advise each other out of love and not selfish motives.


So I'm taking a note from Jesus on this one: it's about relationships. Our electronic lives have taken a lot of personal face to face time away from us, and it's more important than ever that we use this as a turning point and get back to making relationships a priority.

I'm committing to this - to get back to creating connections the old-fashioned way - in person. We can spread a whole lot more love and truth through relationships than by fueling a destructive fire online that seeks to kill and destroy the hearts of those who have been unfairly judged by people who don't have their best interests at heart.

Or, maybe this is just a lot of rambling. Either way, my heart feels lighter.

Peace be with you All,

Phil, Laura and Jadon, too