New Beginnings:Sign up to Sponsor!

My Father's House Missions International

I am so excited to announce a huge transition in our ministry and a new beginning! For the past year and a half we have been operating under an existing non profit as a branch of their ministry. This year we have formed our own non profit corporation and are excited to begin operating independently! We have formed a new board, done a lot of paperwork, have a great sponsorship team, and are now on our way! We are really excited about our sponsorship team and their hearts for orphan care. They are an existing orphan care group from Jackson TN, a group of passionate moms with hearts for adoption. They are ready to begin forming real relationships between sponsors and their children or teachers in Uganda. They have a passion to manage it well and make sure correspondence is done properly and with integrity! I am so excited to see what these women are going to do! They have so many great ideas.

We are finishing up our new website design where everyone who has a heart to sponsor or donate can sign up or just to find our more information and learn about what we are doing in Uganda.

In the meantime, I wanted to give folks an opportunity to go ahead and sign up for sponsorships or to simply donate through my blog. You can currently give through a paypal account or with a credit card.

FROM OUR WEBSITE

CHILD SPONSORSHIP
For $35 per month* you can change the life of a child from poverty and hopelessness to full of dreams and the provision they long for. Child sponsors often become important roles in our children’s lives in a fulfilling and encouraging relationship. It means so much to them to know they have someone who is praying for them and believing God for their destinies and futures. Many of them do not have a father or a mother and develop significant relationships with their sponsors. Some sponsors may even choose to visit their child to further that relationship.

As a child sponsor, you will be providing a child with:
`Quality Christian Education
`School Uniforms including Sportswear
`School Shoes
`Book Bag and School Supplies
`Medical Care
`Two nutritious meals every school day
`Christian Discipleship
`Bible Teaching
`Opportunities for Art and Music Education
`Counseling when needed

Children in our homes are provided with all of this and much more including individual birthday parties, social activities, family outings, dental care, clothing, shoes, daily vitamins, etc. These children are assigned two sponsors to help cover the costs of their basic needs.

My Father’s House Sponsorship Team is committed to providing you with:

A photo and background information on your sponsored child
An info sheet about sponsorship
At least once per year correspondence in the form of either a letter or drawing from your child with an update on your child’s progress
A quarterly e-newsletter with updates on the progress of our school and sponsorship programs.

TEACHER SPONSORSHIP
Our teacher sponsorship program is also a great way to have a friendship with someone from across the world. When you sponsor a teacher, you will receive a photo with that teacher’s name and background information as well as what age group they are teaching in school. For $50 per month, you can sponsor a teacher with a portion of their salary for the month. In addition, we encourage you to pray for your teacher, write encouraging letters to him/her, and send them a photo of you or your family. We believe this program will be such an encouragement to our staff, and they will be delighted to have a friend from across the ocean. This program is also in support of our children because without teachers, children cannot be educated.



After you sign up for a child or teacher sponsorship, you will receive a file with information on your matched child or teacher. You will also be able to write to and receive letters and photos from your child. Sign up here for a child or teacher sponsorship:

Sponsorship Options

Sponsor a Child! : $35.00USD - monthly Sponsor a Teacher! : $50.00USD - monthly

Click here to make a one-time donation!

Also if you prefer to give through a paper check donation, you can send it to the following address:
My Father's House Intl
PO Box 12222, Jackson, TN 38308

Thank you and may God bless your generosity!

*We are currently a registered non profit corporation with 501c3 status pending and expect that your donation will be a tax deductible gift by the end of this year. If there is an unusual delay, the gift will be tax deductible next year! Thank you! :)

Visiting Orphans.

I have currently traveled back to the United States for a very short two week trip. Our ministry is currently in transition as we are spreading our wings to fly as our own non profit organization. As I have travelled back, I'm so aware of all the relationships that have been formed in the name of serving the beautiful children of Africa. God continues to amaze me in His provision and the way He unites His body all over the world to see His Kingdom Come and to share with His own how much He loves them.

While there are many people who have poured countless hours of time, energy, and skill into making our work successful...I just wanted to share about one organization that is partnering with our work and to honor them.

Last year, our ministry went through a leadership change and a very intense and difficult transition which led me to be healed from blindness so to speak to the wiles of Africa. Following this, we were left with very little. We were literallly running on faith as our bank accounts were very depleted not to mention our energy accounts as well. We were left tired and weary and needed God's refreshment and encouragement to continue.

At the time, I had also left about 700 pounds of provisional supplies for our school and children in America due to a change in a plan for a team to bring them over. Well God had His own plan. Literally through His Holy Spirit, he led a young executive director of an missions organization to us. Amanda had dreams, heard songs, had prophetic words, and finally found us through a small display of jewelry and brochures. She told me that she felt like she was supposed to work with us in Uganda sending groups to visit us. Her organization called Visiting Orphans sent us their first team that July and brought over the remainder of the supplies for us! God is so faithful.

Over the past year, Visiting Orphans has sent us several missions teams. God has knit hearts together through the individuals who have come to visit us and has grown our support tremendously. A year ago we barely had plates and forks in our house and we ate a LOT of beans and rice. We had no furniture. While we still eat a LOT of beans and rice ;) God has tremendously blessed us in mighty ways. Showing off just how faithful He is and how He can be glorified with any hand we are dealt. If we will just hold on, trust and believe...even in the dark moments where we can't see, we can still see the light shining piercing through. That was a very difficult season of life, stretching our faith, doubt trying to creep in and telling us to close down and leave Uganda...but we stood firm on God's word and promise. And I am so glad that we did. :)

Through Visiting Orphans, many of our children have been sponsored, we have added board members, and faithful partners who have like hearts. I am so thankful for this incredible organization and what they do. They are literally touching the lives of children all over the world. Children who are forgotten, hidden, invisible, and in desperate need of knowing they are lovable and that they are loved not only by God but also by His body, His hands, feet, and heart as she dances across the nations singing of His goodness and faithfulness to His very own. and not only are they touching the lives of children, but they are being the answer to prayer for countless care takers on their knees on behalf of the children they care for, believing God for His provision, crying out for His help....He is sending them out to bring His JOY, His Light, His beautiful encouragement, and His answer to their cries.

Here are a few photos from Visiting Orphans days with us. Visit their website to sign up for a trip in one of 13 countries and go tell the Fatherless...they have a Father! This is the gospel (good news) for them. They are not alone. Jesus died for them to make a way to His Father. If they are worth that, they are worth our time, money, and certainly our love.

The light belongs in the darkness.

Blackness. You can't see where you are going or what you are going to bump into. Everyone is talking and it's in another language and everyone is just trying to find their way to some sort of light. A candle, a headlamp, a cell phone, a charged laptop. My hand hits the wall and I trace it walking slowly until I find the entrance to the door. I stumble around the things on the floor inching my feet around slowly hoping not to fall, then blindly scan the bed with my hands in hopes of finding a headlamp. Children are in the other room and can't see. A child comes in. Aunty Becky. She comes with a candle and the small light fills the whole room...and it's enough. It's enough to enable me to find an even brighter light. It's enough to give me peace of mind. It's enough to bring comfort and know that the darkness is only for a short time. The power goes out often enough but it always comes back on again...at least with electricity.

Blackness. She's demonized they told me. 8 years old. P3 Class. The same classroom that kept getting hit with witchcraft during our holidays when people broke into the classroom and smeared bodily fluids all over the walls and chalkboard and left dead things behind. Night dancers they are called. Demonized people who roam at night in dark practices. I was not afraid at all. Honestly I was just...hurt. I took it personally that here we are giving our lives away serving your children of your nation and you attack us spiritually. Sometimes its hard to remember that we do not battle against flesh and blood and the weapons of our warfare are not carnal. Of course now we have our watchman who stands guard with prayers and a bow and arrow. Don't mess with us. But no one ever said it would be easy and I never guessed it would be.

What's her name? Hilda. I didn't know her. I only knew of another girl named Hilda and it wasn't her. We're going to pray for her they told me. The teachers. Full of faith and anointing. They have been a team that has carried me at times. We've been through a lot of thick and thin together and here we go again...to SHINE in the darkness.

Blackness. It doesn't take much to destroy it. Only a tiny light can work. Even a spark can start a flame until we're all burning and glowing in love. That's how love begins...just a spark that turns into an unquenchable flame as Song of Songs tell us, stronger than death, more jealous than the grave. Are we willing to go there? To the blackness? Do we burn with love for those who need Him? Those trapped in the night. Are we willing to walk in the light? To keep our lamps burning and full of oil? to shine?

I found them in our office crying a beautiful song of worship in a perfect African language with harmonies and I just broke. Tears filled my eyes. It had been a hard week. I didn't think I could really manage to minister to anyone at the time. In those places we just have to remind ourselves of our righteousness, of His authority and His blood and His sacrifice that gives us the power. In our weakness, He is strong. I released some of whatever had been in my heart, just weariness and heaviness and the teachers laid hands on me. Dusk was approaching so we set out to find her. To go into the night.

The path was a little bit unclear. Back into the village. Across a tiny bridge that made me a little insecure but I managed it. It was dark. It was heavy to be honest...and I was a little...nervous. Courage is always doing it afraid though. That one I have learned. We removed our shoes and stepped into the house. There she was with an ice cold plastic smile that wouldn't move. I had to look away when she looked at me. She salivated constantly and held a rag up to her mouth to soak it up. She had refused to eat all food and her body was thin. Her eyes were pitch black. and there they were.... witchcraft ties. Little ties all around her ankles and wrists. At first glance you might think they were just some sort of jewelry or decoration but I knew. I asked the teachers ...aren't these witchcraft ties? They said yes of course. The family members were all unbelievers. The satanic witchcraft shrine was just behind her house. A tiny brick one room building with only a very small entrance you have to crawl through to get inside. Inside you are hidden in the darkness. There were big spears around the shrine used in rituals. I was told they give them to children to put around their beds for protection. Sick. I wanted the auntie who was caring for her to repent of this witchcraft but she didn't know any better. We asked her if we could remove them and pray for her. We knew it was family generation cursing and due to the occult. The girl had lost her mind, had frequent convulsions, and no medical diagnosis. A month ago she was in the top 10 in her class, bright, cheery eyed, and full of life her teacher told me. I was a little bit afraid of her somehow. I didn't really want to look at her but I knew under the darkness was a precious daughter of God. A little girl just trapped in the war we are all in. A little girl who had just been hit by the darkness. So here we were to shine.

We prayed and prayed. We first repented on behalf of her family and all the witchcraft. We then broke all the covenants and curses over this girl and from her family line. I was bent over praying and felt like my face weighed 100 pounds. There was just a heaviness, a battle. We called on the blood of Jesus and proclaimed light and love and salvation over this girl and her home.

I just held her afterwards wanting to show her love. She was very happy to see me. I love being a person so many children are happy to see. I had left my house around 4. By the time we had finished it was almost seven. I couldn't believe the time had gone so fast.

The next day we took her to the best medical clinic I know just to make sure there was nothing they could diagnose. They had nothing. They said she was normal and maybe we should see a psychiatrist.

That night I took her out to eat. I gave her ice cream and chicken and SHE ATE. She had stopped salivating as well. I knew something was happening. We took her home and told her auntie to send her to school on Monday because she had just been keeping her at home locked in the darkness. Time for the light to shine. She went to school and had a wonderful day. I didnt get to the school to see her that day so I decided to visit her in the evening. Of course I went with ice cream. I had grown to love this little girl and just wanted to keep showing her love. With no agenda to convert her and her family...but just to make them feel loved. There is so much more freedom in that place I'm learning. Just GO AND MAKE PEOPLE FEEL LOVED. Just GO AND LOVE. In doing so you preach a radical gospel that loves witches and prostitutes and every other person we demonize. So simple. Why do we complicate it? Its much more fun and easy anyway...plus I'm convinced love draws people into the Kingdom. Win win.

So I went with two of my girls who are some of her closest friends at school, Jesca and Maureen. She was delighted, full of light, joy, peace. Her eyes were shining. I was in awe. The teachers tell me she is back. She is fine. She is at peace. Her right mind is with her. The mind of Christ as we had prayed. The light came back on for her. A sweet precious little princess who had been hit as a victim of the war, but our Savior....our Beautiful Hero rescued her. That's who He is. That's what He does. But we are His body and His bride. We have to be His hands and feet and heart.

and there are a million more Hildas out there, trapped in the blackness. Unable to see. Just trying to trace the wall with their hands in hope of finding a light. But we are the light. We are the candles. Jesus Christ within us the HOPE of Glory...He is shining. The Holy Spirit is imprisoned in unbelieving believers and He wants out.

I think of all the young children trapped in witchcraft, even the adults who sacrifice their own babies here in Uganda in the name of getting money and power, the sex trade, child soldiers,suicidal teenagers, drug addicts, prisoners ...heck even just lonely depressed disappointed people. We all experience the darkness to a degree. Some more than others... So I just want to call on you. You who know Christ. You who have been set free from sin and sickness. You have seen the light. You who ARE the light of the world. Please go and shine! Step out in faith. Say a prayer. Start a mission to rescue the captives. Feed a homeless person. Do something. Love somebody. Catch on fire in His love, Run to the darkness and burn there... and if you're depressed or stuck in a little darkness yourself, I'm convinced that getting caught up in shining your light and sharing His love is probably the best cure!

That little Hilda was my Jesus. That little girl just stuck in the darkness was Jesus in disguise. He was inside there. What we do to the little least of these, those treasures hidden in darkness, we do unto Christ.

LOVE. It is our greatest weapon against the power of darkness. It is an unquenchable raging furious flame that burns in me and it burns in you. It dismantles every wicked thing. It takes down every power and principality with its simplicity. LOVE. GOD IS LOVE, and we are His hands and feet.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. ---John 1:5

I invite you to join me in prayer for Hilda and her family and the nation of Uganda where Christ is bursting to shine forth His light!

***In no way do I want to give glory to any works of the Devil, I only write any details to show you the reality of this world and the darker side so that the light and glory of God and all He sets us free from through His love may be displayed. Thanks for reading. :)