How much love does it take to reach beyond their outward appearance to redeem the lives of these little people? As much love as one can give, and then some. It requires Agape love, the kind that comes from God.
We were told it would be easy. We thought it was the best choice; but now we suffer with the consequences, the regular reminders, a sense of guilt, and a sense of shame. Discover the path to peace, healing that is only possible through the saving grace of Jesus.
Despite a background of childhood abuse, dyslexia, and marital infidelity, Avis took her first international mission trip at age fifty. The church, school, and orphanage she later founded in northern Peru, all products of both her pain and her radical obedience to the Lord, have brought thousands of others out of the dust.
In the midst of sickness and poverty, she loved and cared for the orphans of the war-torn country, as she faced witch doctors and Muslim agitators. Katherine shares her life story to help us know that we can all make a difference – if only we let God . . .
After receiving several messages from God that she was destined to make this journey, a woman travels to Kenya, Africa, on a mission trip and spends much of the two weeks feeling lost and alone. One question keeps resonating through her head, “Why am I here?” Join me on my fascinating journey to Africa and back and learn how I discovered a God I never knew before.
For many years, no one spoke to me about my birth and adoption, and all I could find out was through some grapevine gossip. My life with all its unanswered questions has been blessed beyond measure, showing that God is in control of our lives. I still know nothing about my birth father, but I am certain I have a heavenly Father, Who has made me His child by faith in His Son, Jesus Christ, and has adopted me into His family with full rights of sonship.
Fearfully and desperately wanting to hide my mistakes and deny the unwanted, I chose what seemed to be the easiest answer. I chose death, and then I moved into the aftermath of my choice. No one told me what my choice would do to my heart. No one told me that my choice was, in fact, a death sentence for my baby.