By Mommy Emily I’ve always prayed one prayer: to know God the most I can while I’m here on earth. In Africa, He’s a breath away – it’s so easy to hear Him there, like there’s bad cell reception in North America but there, amidst red dirt hills, roaming chickens, and the blue waves of…

By Mommy Emily   It’s Tuesday and sweat is trickling down the insides of my knees. We’re seated on wooden benches in Namagera Village, just five minutes from the School of Hope land. It’s a prayer clinic – our national team puts it on every month to train locals how to pray. There’s a slight…

By Mommy Emily I’m standing in the middle of Costco with a cart full of things we really don’t need surrounded by people pushing carts filled with things they really don’t need in a warehouse lined with shelves stacked with things we’re all convinced we can’t live without. In three days I’ll be standing on…

woman contemplating life

It’s a tired that runs deep, like a long aching river. I’m at a camp tucked deep in Saskatchewan, Canada, surrounded by grass and lakes, with a room full of Free Methodist women, and I’ve just finished telling them about The Lulu Tree. The moon is out and so is the coffee cake. I carry…

No pastor is perfect. No church is perfect. I’m not here to bash churches and I’m not here to exalt pastors. I’m here to get real with you about why God called a very sinful woman (me) who ran for years from the institutionalized church, to found an organization which trains pastors and churches. I…

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