Showing posts with label Making a Difference Series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Making a Difference Series. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 September 2017

Surviving Childhood Sexual Abuse - Podcast


My podcast series is on going over on my authors website, but I had to share this recent one, a conversation with Crystal Sutherland. Crystal has such a gentleness about her and so much of our conversation has stayed with me. She is a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, and she has shared her story in her book, Journey to Heal. This book outlines seven steps for hope and healing for anyone who has been a victim of sexual trauma. She has an online bible study and leads retreats and conferences for women. In this podcast we discuss her journey, her book, what the church can do to help survivors and a lot more. I am grateful to Crystal for sharing her story, and for sharing it so that the body can receive truth about sexual abuse. You can listen to this podcast over here:

 

Thursday, 27 October 2016

My Words are Reflections of Me




This morning I took a photographer with me to a human trafficking safe house I know. God laid it on my heart to do a media campaign with them for the 16 Days of activism against abuse starting on the 26th of November. When I spoke to the founder who is also a friend, she wanted to treat these women with photos of themselves as well. When we arrived at the Safe House, the girls were so excited, even the founder walked in halfway through and said she couldn't believe how different they all looked. They were giggling, posing, modelling, dressing up and being alive in the moment. I sat at the table and watched them, I was sitting holding a pen in my hand, blank paper in front of me. Before I looked again, one girl walked over to me and said, “can you write what I tell you on to the paper?” “Sure" I remarked and began writing her words. She had so much to say, we had to finally choose just one sentence. Before long another girl wrote words on paper and wanted to stand in the photos with her story. I wrote for 4 girls and writing for them somehow connected me with their stories, with their hearts. I really did not know how to tell them what I wanted to say. It’s not pity, it’s not empathy, it was love and I wanted to tell them that they are loved. Pure and simple. And that Love connected me with them. 


As I sat watching them pose with their faces covered (to protect their identity), each one of them were veiled but visible because of their words. They wanted to share their stories with the world. They wanted to speak words without sound that others could hear. As I sat there my eyes fell on their words, on their pages. White pages with black writing on, so much like their souls, innocent women, sold, beaten, broken, abused. Now having to overcome the black ink of the world on their souls. Yet they found courage to stand up, to stand tall, to overcome through their words. Words heal. Words set free. As I sat there, God showed me again about this holy calling of writing. How writing heals, it tells the stories of people who will be forgotten if we do not capture their legacies in words. Writing is one of the greatest forms of healing and we gravitate towards it when our lives have been shattered. Writing connects the fragments of our memories, it aids healing. Words, God used them powerfully, through words He formed the earth and its beauty. Through words, He birthed the lights, the trees, the animals, everything. Through words He speaks to my soul, connects me with His Love and Passion, with words He heals my own sometimes broken, weary soul. 


That picture will be framed in the locker of my mind. That picture of those four women standing against the wall, faces covered, but their stories alive because of the white pages filled with life’s confessions. Our written words are holy tools given from Heaven, they are not there for self – promotion or gratification, but our words are javelins that we launch towards the enemy’s encampment. May we be good with our words, trustworthy with our words and always ready to battle the enemy with the atom bomb called words. 

When my husband and I got home this afternoon, we held hands and prayed for the girls at the Safe House and then my hubby prayed for me and said "Thank You Father for my wife, who helps the community, who looks for opportunity to change things and stands for justice." It made me cry, because it was the first time he prayed for that specific area. He prays usually for everything else but it was as though this community heart, this social justice heart was lifted up today. And I am also guest posting over at Mudroom today all about..... Social Justice!! This strange ache I nursed inside for years, a desire to do something more..... that's the story I shared today and isn't God's timing just amazing! Here is the link:

Sunday, 18 September 2016

Overcoming with All my Heart - Tiffany's Story


During the month of August and September, I have been featuring stories from amazing individuals who are pursuing their God - birthed passions, to effect change in the world. I am so inspired and honoured to be doing this! Today, I want to introduce you toTiffany. A woman whose passion is to change the world around her, and her story is one fo grace and love! She is the founder of "With all my Heart" and I'm so inspired by her story!


My story began when I was ten years old, I was diagnosed with one of the rarest forms of brain cancer that led me to St. Jude’s Hospital in Memphis, TN. God was stirring in my heart how to walk in faith from an early age. The fight against brain cancer was an uphill battle lasting 7 years and including 4 brain surgeries and radiation treatment. My fourth and final brain surgery was one of the roughest reasons of my life, during the surgery my doctor was determined to remove the whole tumor and in doing so, accidentally cut a blood vessel causing me to have a stroke and paralyzing the left side of my body. 

Through months of rehabilitation and the healing power of Jesus, I learned to walk again, talk again, and use my left side of my body to atleast appear to be normal and without a paralysis. 

Being a child with cancer, I was so determined to just live a normal life. I went off to Oklahoma State University, rushed a sorority, opened my own frozen yogurt store, and was on the way to normalcy when God revealed to me the most beautiful truth. He showed me that as Christians, we were not called to live a life normalcy. He showed me that He loves to use every circumstance, every hardship, every piece of our life for his glory. 

Through prayer and time in the word, God revealed to me what breaks His heart and what He sees everyday. He sees children in need, children in desperate circumstances like myself, except nobody is there fighting for them. He sees children without food, without parents, living on the streets, being sold into trafficking, and nobody willing to fight for their life. God also revealed to me that our responsibility as christians is to go into these dark circumstances and be the light. As He fought for my life, I ought to fight for others.

The With All My Heart Foundation was established to fight for the unreached, unrescued, and underprivileged children of the world. We have homes for orphaned children, feed hundreds of children everyday through our feeding program, and provide ongoing projects to transform the lives of the families in the villages that we serve.
 
 
Over the years, I have been to many different countries fighting on behalf of children that are living in darkness. One of my greatest moments was the very first team I took to Haiti. We went to a village that we had never visited before. I wrote this about it here that you are welcome to use:


We were just a group of twenty-somethings traveling through the lush Haitian countryside on our last day in country. In hopes we would find a village that could use our resources, we packed some clothes, food, and goodies that we could disperse as we trotted through the hills on a search for people that we heard were in desperate need. We knew we had arrived at the right place when children came running up wearing scraps if any clothes at all. We slowly walked deeper into the community of barely standing huts. Once we were spotted, Men, woman, and children flocked in a matter of seconds reaching their hands in to grab what left we had brought to give. 
 
I leaned over to Fabie, my friend translating for us, to ask our fully engaged audience (who was still waiting around incase we had some more gifts to give them) if they knew Jesus. Expecting them to say yes or express what they heard of Jesus, our team awaited their response. 

We got nothing but stares of confusion.

 “Fabie, they are confused, Let’s try asking in a different way.”…Still nothing.

I looked to my left and saw a crushed Coca Cola can in the dirt, “Fabie, maybe they don’t know that you are asking them a question, Ask if they know Coca Cola.”
Faces lit up, heads nodded. I began to get nervous knowing that they probably thought we were going to give them all a coke. 

Pointing at the deflated soccer ball that a little boy found in the dump and was currently playing with, “Fabie, ask them if they know Christiano Ronaldo?”

The villagers faces gleamed and little boys began to fake kick the soccer ball as if they were the soccer star himself taking the game winning shot. 

I tried one more try, "Ask them if they have heard of Jesus”

Once again. Expressionless, confused, as if they were trying to figure out if they knew who we were talking about.
 
 
My jaw dropped and my heart began to race when I had realized that we have encountered a village that has never even heard of the name of Jesus Christ. Coca Cola and Christiano Ronaldo made it to the slums of Haiti but Jesus Christ had not. I began to wonder, how could this be? We are only 700 miles off the coast of Florida and there are people who have never heard the name of their savior.  I mean, I have vacationed in the caribbean handfuls of times, yet had never taken the time to offer eternity to the people around the corner?

As I was still digesting the shock of the moment, my team stepped up and begin to express to a very hopeless neighborhood the love of Jesus and what he conquered on the cross for each of them. The faces of the men and woman began to fill with hope. There was an immediate gleam in their eyes. They were hanging on to every word in full eagerness longing to know the Jesus we talked about. When the moment arose our new friends unanimously accepted Jesus Christ as their savior. Life that they had longed for was being breathed into their beings as a hopeless village received the hope of the world. 

Although, the living conditions of the people in the village did not change overnight, their reason for living did and the promise of eternity gives them a daily hope to run to. I left that day wanting to stay behind and teach our excited learners more about Jesus, but we were on a schedule and had to head back.  Hours later, as we were traveling home, we received word that miracles and healings spread through the village later that evening and the people we met were so grateful for the love and glory of their greatest gift, Jesus Christ.


In close, In addition to reaching children around the world, we are launching With All Her Heart in three weeks, providing bible studies and woman community groups for women looking to grow closer to Christ. If you would like to get involved there, we would love to stay connected. 
 
 

Tuesday, 6 September 2016

Breaking bondage with a Pen, Dale's Story




During the month of August and September, I have been featuring stories from amazing individuals who are pursuing their God - birthed passions, to effect change in the world. I am so inspired and honoured to be doing this! Today, I want to introduce you to an illustrater named Dale who connects his passion for illustration with the fight against human trafficking. It is just so amazing that we can use every single gift we have to change lives. Human trafficking is modern day slavery and even as we sit here, close to 30 million men, women and children are living in bondage. Meet Dale, read his story, share it and allow his challenge to rise up in your heart, to make a difference and be the change!!

My name is Dale Vande Griend and about two years ago I decided to pick up drawing again.  I found some tutorials online and I went about practicing and teaching myself how to illustrate.  Illustrating came back to me quite naturally and I really enjoyed teaching myself a new art form.  The passion I had as a child, doodling on scraps of paper, quickly returned.  Now, my day job requires me to travel to India a couple times a year and over the past couple of years I have fallen in love with the art and culture of this incredible country.  Indian henna and mandala designs soon started filling my sketchbook along with Banyan trees, sarees, and rickshaws.

As my illustration skills slowly improved, I found myself reading a lot of graphic novels and comic books so I could study the art and storytelling.  I began to love how stories were told using this art form.  Ideas began swirling in my mind as I searched for some kind of story that I could tell using the graphic novel format.  

At this same time I took a trip for work to film a story in India about a group of ladies who were trafficked or born into the sex trade in their city.  I had heard a little about trafficking, but this trip prompted me to research and learn more about it.  I read a bunch of books and articles about the subject and started following traffick-battling organizations online.  I did what I could by sharing and raising awareness through Facebook and Twitter.  An organization called Tiny Hands International loved my passion for battling sex trafficking and saw my illustration work and asked if I would make some art for them.  Of course, I did.


Tiny hands International battles injustice in two ways.  They fight trafficking and they have children’s ministries.  They are a wonderful organization and they are doing hard work, but they are making a difference in people’s lives.  Check them out and find a way that you can become involved.


Suddenly the idea I had been searching for popped into my head.  It was really a culmination of all these experiences I had had since I took up illustration again that led to this idea. 

I would write and illustrate a graphic novel to raise awareness about sex trafficking.

I set out writing the story.  It was going to take place in a place I had come to know and love, India.  It was going to be both an engaging narrative and a lesson in sex trafficking.   I also wanted the ending to be real and hard-hitting.  I wanted it to make an impact on the reader.  One they couldn’t ignore.

It was at both the easiest and the hardest thing I've ever had to write.  Easy in that I had an immense passion to get this story out there.  Hard in that this is an emotional and heartbreaking travesty that happens in our world, and I had created a little girl who had to suffer and endure it. 

Even though she isn't real, her story is.  It's the story of MILLIONS of girls across the world, forced into this horrible life, unable to escape.  They need a voice and they need people to understand their story and to get up and do something about it.  My graphic novel will be part of that voice.



This is why this story has been easy to write.  It needs to be told and it needs to be heard.  And through my experiences, my skills, and most of all my passion, this story must come from me.  This story is part of my calling.

This is my challenge to all of you reading this.  Find your passion.  Find your calling.  You do this by trying new things or picking up old ones.  Experience life and keep an eye out for that thing that drives and motivates you. Find where your skills, experiences, and passions intersect and there you will find your calling. 

Don’t ignore that call.

I challenge you to make an effort to follow that calling, pursue those passions and help make this world a better place.

 My graphic novel is titled ‘Doll’ and you can follow the progress of the story here.
You can actually read the first full chapter of the story.  Check it out!



You can also follow my facebook page and Instagram page.


 Previously in this series - Jacqueline's story, Africa's Children