“Jesus knows me, this I love.” Saved by the blood of Jesus Christ. Missionary to Peru, proclaiming the healing that only Jesus gives - women’s & youth ministry
The truest truth I can tell from my own life story is that Jesus made all the difference. I have told him this so many times. Penned it so many times. And will say it so many times before I see him face-to-face. I know who and how I’d be without him. He’s allowed me to stare that person in the face no few times.
If I have any dignity at all. Any self-respect. Any respect for other others. Any freedom from bondage. Any endurance of love, endurance of hope, endurance of faith, endurance of joy, it’s him.
He has not just made a difference to me. He has made all the difference. This is why I can’t shut up about him. I will never believe that what he’s done for me he would not joyfully and lavishly do for anyone.
I think one of the hardest parts of faith is when you know God can do something… yet He hasn’t.
Not after one prayer. Not after a month of prayers. But years.
And then you hit days where you feel like you’re being taunted.
Eventually you stop knowing what to say because repeating the same prayer starts to feel like a slap in the face.
What do you do those days?
a more informal gathering—I would love to connect.
These moments aren’t just about sharing updates—they’re about strengthening the partnership that makes this work possible.
Feel free to reach out or pass my name along. I’d be grateful for the opportunity.
As I start looking ahead to January–May 2027, I’m beginning to plan my next furlough/home assignment in the U.S.
One of the things I value most during this time is the opportunity to sit with churches and share—personally—what God is doing in Peru. (1)
From the growth of Refugio de Vida to the day-to-day ministry with women and young people, there are so many stories of His faithfulness that deserve to be told.
If your church would be interested in hosting a missionary update—whether during a service, a small group, or (2)
“From every text in Scripture there is a road to the metropolis of the Scriptures, that is Christ. Your business is, when you get to a text, to say, ‘Now, what is the road to Christ?” - C.H. Spurgeon
They say there is no God.
That all the wonders around us are just accidents.
A billion stars made themselves.
The earth spins on its own, tilting just right for seasons, holding oceans back from the sun.
Flowers invented cures for sick hearts.
Infants taught themselves to cry when they’re hungry.
The earth gave itself day and night and human minds charted oceans by guesswork and luck.
They say the pancreas keeps blood sugar steady “by chance.”
That snow waits to melt for thirsty crops because nature is kind.
Our heart beats for eighty years with no explanation.
Kidneys sort poison from blood as if by magic.
Tongues form words, brains grasp meaning
pure coincidence.
They say a womb figured out how to split into two people with just the right number of fingers and ears.
All this, by accident?
No God?
Every day, I see miracles so familiar we call them ordinary.
Every detail behind the curtain testifies.
The world insists there is no God.
But the world itself begs to differ.