Dear Prayer Team,

Sorry for the brevity: this post has to be blunt because I am on my way into a hectic (but amazing) day.


There is some crazy spiritual warfare going down here in Zimbabwe and we are expecting this to be an insaine last few days in the country for us. PLEASE PRAY HARD STARTING NOW! Pray over your Bibles with the Scripture spoken into your prayers and pray for healing, guidance, love, perserverance, and faithfulness from any person here.


Thank you prayers!
Elizabeth, Brenna, & Bonney


Ephesians 6:10-13 & v. 18-20 -- 10 Finally, be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of His might. Put on the full armor of God, that you may be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the full armor of God, that you may be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm. With all prayer and petition pray at all times in the Spirit, and with this in view, be on the alert with all perseverance and petition for all the saints, and pray on my behalf, that utterance may be given to me in the opening of my mouth, to make known with boldness the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains; that in proclaiming it I may speak boldly, as I ought to speak.

Scream Your Heart Out

Standing in the back of classrooms observing cultural differences. Hearing kids greet in unison anybody who enters the class while in session. Here teacher, administration, and helpers get much more respect than many in the states. Seeing the little kids leave school at the end of each day wearing their Barbie and Spiderman backpacks. Outside lizards hurry freely about, consuming bugs off the ground while birds are perched on rooftops that rats settle in. If you watch a nat or a fly or a bee for a minute it look simply lost. If you ride down the road watching out the window into the hitch hiker's eyes only for a few seconds they look lost, broken, and hurt. Eventually you get to a point where all you would like to do is write a letter to everybody you drive past declaring that they are children of God who He created in His own image. Whom He loves dearly. Whom He cares about. Whom He'd only like the best for. Whom He has a plan for. Who hurts Him when he hurt others. Who is beautiful. So child, scream your heart out.