Monthly Archives: January 2014

I Have a Black Brother

My dad is an incredible man. Always has been. Always will be.

He has taught me so many lessons in life. One of the lessons I am most thankful to have learned from him is how blessed we are as a family, which in turn means we should bless others. Blessed to be a blessing as people say.

As a kid I used to tell people that I wasn’t the oldest sibling in my family and I had a black brother. People that knew my family well were really confused. They knew I had a younger American brother but that was it so I always had to explain myself. Before I was born my dad had a little boy. A boy that lived in Kenya. A boy he had never met. A boy he had only seen pictures of and received letters from.

A boy that was supported through Compassion International.

I think this is where my love for letters in the mail came from. I used to LOVE getting letters from my brother in Kenya. And of course whenever we received a letter that meant I got to write him back.


We would talk about the weather and holidays and family and corn. He would always update us on his progress in school. I would always dream of going to visit him one day. Those letters were really special to me.

And my dad is the one who made it all possible. He is the one who chose to support this little boy through school. He provided food and an education and a family for him. He was a blessing to this brother of mine.


I know the impact supporting a child can have on both the giver and receiver’s family because now, I get to be on the other side of things. I get to find families who want to support our kids. People who want to help our children receive an education. Families who want to begin a relationship with our kids.

This morning I am super thankful to be on this side of things. I am blessed to be here with these kids.  And I am HUMBLED to ask if you are ready to begin this same type of relationship with one of our kids.

If you and your family want to be personally involved in the lives of our kids I truly can’t think of a better way than to sponsor a child.


To begin your sponsorship email me at to receive all of the details and information you need. Know the investment you are making today is one that will live on from generation to generation. From this earth to heaven. 

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A Life Hardened by the Streets

Recently I’ve felt my heart breaking little by little every day. I have seen firsthand the effects that living on the streets has on a child’s life. And it sucks.

A couple of months ago I met a boy who was smart, sweet and fun. He enjoyed life and those around him. He had one of the sweetest smiles around. He enjoyed helping out and cleaning up. He was playful. His laugh was contagious.

He had not been enrolled in school for a little while and had just become a street child. He wasn’t addicted to rugby but was still living on the streets. In an attempt to keep him from missing out on an education and try to get him back off the streets as soon as possible we brought him into our group of kids.
He began attending school every day. He hung out with us at night in Divisoria. He started coming to church with us on Sundays. He was full of joy and laughter.

But over the past few months I have slowly seen a transformation. An ugly transformation.
I have seen a young boy go from walking into school freely giving out hugs to a kid who walks in and sits down by himself.

I have seen a boy who used to never spend time with other kids who did rugby turn into a child with rugby on the back of his shirt.

I have watched a kid change from wanting to play with others nicely to a boy who argues alot.

I have seen a child full of smiles and laughter transform into a boy who sits alone in anger.
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I have watched how the streets hardens a life. I have seen how a young boy full of life and laughter can so easily be transformed into someone who shuts down and becomes angry so quickly. I have seen how the streets turns a loving child into someone who has to defend and fend for themselves, causing them to lose trust in others who truly care about them.

As I have watched these things slowly happen I have wanted so much more. I want to just be able to bring him home with me after school so I can know the influence he is around. I want him to know he can trust people and he doesn’t have to build up these walls and become hard. I want him to just be able to be a child who laughs and plays and loves freely.

Right now, because I can’t give him these things, I ask for you to pray with me. Pray he will see there are other options in life than just living on the streets. Pray he will want more for himself. Pray he will trust us and know we want good for him. Pray he will not become addicted to rugby. Pray he will begin to laugh and smile and love again. Pray he will play as kids should play. Pray.

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