South Africa

Update 3

PBA & Ethnos Pretoria Team

Almost two weeks ago my team and I arrived back in the United States. Slowly I am adjusting to life in the States. The last month that I was in South Africa I was constantly feeling fatigue and dizziness due to various health issues. So, I was forced to take things slow during our outreaches. This was challenging and at times discouraging. However, God showed me how much he constantly cares for me through my team and the people around me.  Now that I am in the U.S. I am getting health checkups and will be finding a good doctor who can hopefully help me manage my different health issues.

Despite lots of sickness, our last month in South Africa was a whirlwind adventure. We had the opportunity to help put on a missions conference for the entire Ethnos mission organization. We also got to travel to seven out of the nine provinces in South Africa. My team travelled to a city called Roodepoort to do inner city outreach with a couple that provide early childhood development training for preschool teachers. We spent a week in Roodepoort under their leadership going to different preschools in the morning. There we taught the children about God and His incredible love for each of them. During these times we felt challenged by the language barrier, cultural differences, and even age differences. However, we enjoyed being able to sing, dance, and color with the children despite our differences.

Children’s Outreach in Roodepoort

In the afternoons we stayed at the Ethnos office in Roodepoort and led a holiday program for the children in the surrounding community. During this time we taught the children about the Bible. We focused on creation the love God has for all people. On the last day we shared with them the Gospel message. We also had the children make Gospel necklaces to remind them of the wonder of what Jesus did on the cross and His resurrection from the dead. This was a powerful reminder to each of us to share the love of Jesus with everyone.

We also travelled to George. While there my team had time where we were able to experience the beauty of South Africa. We also had the opportunity to meet with the leader of Ethnos and discuss the vision that he has for the organization. While there we also helped paint a house that had been burned from the recent fires that greatly affected a lot of the coastal cities.

Rest Day in George

Before we returned to the U.S. we visited the city of Durban where one of our Ethnos leaders is from. His family welcomed us into their home and helped us to rest and process the past two months in South Africa. Before we knew it my team was on a plane headed back to the U.S. to go our separate ways. I sit in wonder at how at how God works. Through these past two months God has shown me so much about who He is and who I am as His daughter. I have seen and experienced a culture and place I never dreamed of going to. I have you all to thank for your prayers and support that brought my team and I all the way to South Africa and back. None of this would have been possible without you all.

Love well,





South Africa

Update 2

These past two weeks have been full of ministry. We spent a few days painting and restoring the church that local Ethnos missionaries attend. It was a huge project. The result was beautiful and it was such a blessing to be a part of the church’s transformation as they transition into a new season. We also have had multiple opportunities to attend the church and meet the congregation there.

Painting Northway Church

This past week and weekend we went to a rural town about two hours Northwest of Pretoria called Loding. We spent four days there preaching, doing home visits, praying, and being part of a Youth Conference. Being in Loding has by far been my favorite part of being in South Africa. While in Loding, we worked with a woman named Mama Dorothy. She works for Ethnos and has an awesome team that helps her in spreading the truth of the Gospel in Loding and neighboring communities. She really challenged each of us to get out of our comfort zones during the home visits. We each were given the opportunity to share a short devotional with the people we visited and offer prayer if they wanted. This was a challenge for me because the people whose homes we visited had each lost a loved one or were very ill themselves. I was encouraged by the power of the Gospel and God’s love for people. Here in South Africa there are many different religions and mixed beliefs, yet we have opportunities to show the character of God through loving people and being with them amid incredible difficulties.

House Visits in Loding

As a team, we spend time every morning reading 1 Corinthians 13. In this chapter Paul is telling the Corinthians what love is. Love has become our theme on this trip. God has continued to reveal to each of us the depth of His love for us and for the world. I’m reminded of the first verse where Paul says, “If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate” (MSG). As we continue to do outreaches where we preach and pray with people, our hope is that people see and hear the love of God through us.

Please continue to pray for my team as a lot of us are recovering from sickness. My teammate DJ and I both went to the doctor earlier this week because we have both been very sick for about a week. We found out that DJ has a viral infection and I have vertigo. So continue to pray for all of us as we recover and that we will have renewed strength for this last month in South Africa. Also pray that our team will remain unified.

Love well,


South Africa

Update 1

It has been nearly two weeks since I left with a team from PBA (Palm Beach Atlantic University) to South Africa. We landed in Johannesburg on Wednesday, May 24th. Then we drove about an hour to a plot in Pretoria where we have been staying for the past couple weeks. Our time here has been beyond our expectations.

It is incredibly beautiful here in SA and the Ethnos team that has adopted us have been so hospitable to my team in every way. They encouraged us to rest for the first couple days to help us get over our jetlag. During these past few weeks, one of the Ethnos members from France has been teaching each of us how to cook properly. We have also spent a lot of time sharing our life stories with the entire team, from when we were born to why we came to South Africa. This has helped our leaders to know us better and for our team to grow closer together.

We have also begun to do outreaches in the city of Pretoria and in rural regions. These outreaches have primarily focused on sharing the love of Jesus with people who are unreached. There are a lot of homeless people living in the center of the city and in regions outside of the city. So, we have spent most of our outreach talking and spending time with homeless men.

Township Outreach

Vusi is one of the men that we met during our homeless ministry. He lives with other homeless men in makeshift tents in a field. During the day, the men go out to look for work. They usually come back in the evening and sit around a fire talking and eating what food they can scavenge. When we first met Vusi, he told us a little bit about his story and how he is the most blessed man in the world because he has working feet and working hands. It was incredible just to hear about the faith he has in the midst of such worldly poverty. My team has continued to pray for him and bring him and the other men Bibles. One of the Ethnos members has also connected him to a local church that is only a five-minute walk from where he lives.

One of the first Saturdays here, my team also had an incredible opportunity to meet a woman named Mama V. She runs a safe house in the center of Pretoria for women leaving prostitution. On Saturday my team went to her house for a worship and prayer time with Mama V. and her girls.  There was so much joy in this house as we worshipped and prayed together. It was a beautiful taste of what heaven would be like, worshipping God in every way and with every language.

Worship at Mama V’s

Thank you so much for praying for my team and I as we are here in South Africa. Please continue to pray for us as we begin doing more outreach. Pray that God would continue to give us boldness as we encounter different cultures and people. Pray also for the people that we have already met – that they would truly desire to know Jesus.

Love well,


South Africa

Dear Friends and Family,

Recently God has given me the incredible opportunity to pursue going on a two month mission trip over this summer to South Africa. A team of young adults from my school, Palm Beach Atlantic University, will be traveling there at the end of May to be involved in various ministries throughout the country. We will be partnering with Ethnos Movement International (EMI). This is an organization whose vision is to see all unreached people groups reached. If you would like to know more about EMI please visit their website:

As many of you know my heart is to work in ministry full time with people who are unreached. Since hearing about this trip from my friend I have felt the call to go. I have had opportunities to work in the inner-city and with refugees during my time at PBA, but have not taken the opportunity to go on any of the missions trips that my school offers. I am excited to finally be taking this step to be involved in serving in South Africa and am so thankful for the friends and family who are already supporting me in pursuing this opportunity.

During these two months my team will be involved in ministries that are very close to my heart. We will be doing everything from orphan ministry, evangelism, youth ministry, working with human trafficking victims, working with refugees, and so much more. One of the major focuses of this trip is that the work we do has a sustainable impact. So, we will be partnering with local churches to ensure that there is follow-up work and discipleship after we leave.

For this trip, I need to raise a total of $3,000 by April 14th. My team and I are doing fundraising to help raise support for our trip, but if you feel called to give there are a couple ways you can do so. One option is by going to and in the additional information write “South Africa – Janelle Cripe.” Another option is by mailing a check written out to “Palm Beach Atlantic University” with “South Africa – Janelle Cripe” in the memo to Campus Ministries, PBA, PO Box 24708. A final option is by mailing a check directly to me at 403 Conniston Road, West Palm Beach, FL 33405.

Most importantly, I ask that you would partner with me in prayer that God would continue to open doors as my team and I prepare to go to South Africa and during the months that we are there. Thank you so much for your support!



Without You

This is a song called “Without You” by the band For King and Country. I am greatly encouraged by Luke (one of the band members) and his honesty about the struggle he faced during a time in his life when he was incredibly ill. This is a beautiful duet performed by him and his wife. It is also a brief portrayal of what their life was like during the times when he was ill.

They are courageous. I have found that telling our stories of living in great darkness are often the hardest to tell. However, may you be encouraged by these words “Hold fast, love lasts.” For these words are truth. There is a love that lasts forever. My prayer is that you would put your hope in Jesus Christ. For that is just the start of an incredible, terrifying, beautiful, and well worth it journey of knowing God.

Love well,

“This thorn in my side though it cuts and stings me
Has opened these eyes, I’ve never seen so clearly
And oh God, I thank You, ’cause You bring me to my knees
Back on my knees

“I heard a voice from the other side singing
Hold fast, love lasts
As winter turns into summertime singing
Hold fast, love lasts
I heard a voice from the other side singing
Hold fast, love lasts
As winter turns into summertime singing
Hold fast

“So let’s dance a little, laugh a little, and hope a little more.” – Luke

19 Things You Need To Know Before You Date A Sarcastic Girl

Thought Catalog

1. We’re always messing with you

Don’t take it too seriously. We’re playful, like cats with laser pointers. You’re the cat and we’re the laser pointer. Or something, I don’t know. Just take the joke and throw it back, okay?

2. Mean comments are displays of affection

There’s nothing more intimate or affectionate than me calling you an asshole and kissing you afterwards, trust.

3. We remember everything

That time you tripped outside the movie theatre, that embarrassing picture of you dressed as a lacrosse bro on Halloween freshman year. We like to keep our joke bank fresssssh, so don’t think that anything goes unnoticed or is off limits.

4. You can make fun of us too

We can honestly take a joke, even about our appearance. It’s fun when you bite back.


5. We come off cocky, but it’s a front

We’ll say inflated things about our…

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January 2014 – An Offering Will My Life Forever Be.

The waterfall the day after the accident. He is faithful.
The waterfall the day after the accident. He is faithful.
The car at the junkyard after the crash.
The car at the junkyard after the crash.
In the car the morning of the crash.
In the car the morning of the crash.
Exploring Toccoa Falls with my friend before going back to Florida.
Exploring Toccoa Falls with my friend before going back to Florida.

January 2014 – An Offering Will My Life Forever Be.

“You are all glorious

You are all glorious

My heart leans in

My soul must sing

You are all glorious”

These were the words I was listening to as I watched our car crash into the car in front of us while on the highway in Atlanta, Georgia.

It was a Friday morning and my brother and I were coming from a small town in Georgia called Toccoa heading down to our school in West Palm Beach, Florida. The traffic in Atlanta was stop and go when my brother was looking to turn into the lane next to us.

The traffic in our lane stopped. He hit the brakes, but there was not enough time before hitting the car in front of us. There was a horrific screeching noise coming from our car after it crashed. The music was so loud. There was so much noise. An atmosphere of chaos enveloped the car in the seconds before my brother turned it off.

We just sat there. Both of us not knowing what to do. I held back my tears for a while. I didn’t want him to see me cry. I never wanted anyone to see me cry. I wanted everything to be ok, even though it wasn’t.

The police came and we got our car to the side of the road. The rest was a blur of my brother making phone calls and talking with the police and waiting. I hated waiting. I’ve had to wait too often for too long.

My chest was ready to explode. I was in shock. It didn’t seem real. We just crashed. Crashed. Our car failed. I didn’t know what to do. What do you do when your car crashes and it won’t turn on and you are stuck? Stuck on the side of the highway. I felt so helpless. The police told me to stay in the car.

So I prayed. I prayed for my brother, for the guy in front of us, for wisdom, for peace. I texted others to pray too because I didn’t know what to pray or how to pray. In all honesty I didn’t want to pray. All I knew was my chest hurt and it was hard to breathe and I didn’t want to be hurt again. I was tired of being hurt. I was tired of having to tell people that I was broken, that I wasn’t okay. When would I ever be ok? There was nothing else I could do. I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. Pretty soon they just began to fall.

The tow truck came and drove us to a junk yard. We got the luggage and all of our belongings out of our car and were told to expect that we would never see our car again.

A friend from Toccoa came and picked us up at the junk yard and took us and all our baggage back to the town we were leaving. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to go to school. I wanted to go to Winter Jam. I wanted to sing my heart out. It had been so long. Instead I was shocked into silence.

“Are you ok?” is the common question that is asked when a person gets into a car crash. “Yes” is the appropriate response if no one was physically injured during a car crash. So yes we were ok. No scrapes, no bruises. We’re all ok. We’re ok. We are ok. I’m ok. I am ok.

When I walked up to the room I was staying in I fell on my bed. My heart was pounding still. I was still in shock. As always I tried forgetting and hung out with friends that day, even though I felt like a ghost. I wasn’t really there. I was just existing hoping that I would eventually get through the shock and move on with my life. I don’t remember anything that happened that day.

Once the day was over and I was alone in my room I didn’t know what to do with myself. A lot of anger had built up throughout the day. I knew it was wrong. I didn’t want to be angry. So I turned on music by Laura Story. She has gone through a lot of trials in her life. I like listening to her songs because I know that there is depth to the words she sings.

And of course the song “Blessings” came on. I got angry. That song brings back so many memories of past hardships. I did not want to feel. It hurt too much to feel pain. “What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy? What if trials of this life; the rain, the storms, the hardest nights are your mercies in disguise?” is what she sang.

“Why?” I started weeping. I started yelling through my tears. “Why God? WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! Why does it have to be through trials, through pain that I grow? Why does this have to happen? I can’t handle this anymore. I’m so tired of all this hurt.” The question “why” kept burning in my mind. The tears kept falling.

God kept bringing me to this place of total brokenness and I was so tired of it. I was so tired of being broken, of being weak. When could I be strong? People always saw me as weak and afraid. At least that is how I always saw myself. When could I have joy again? I kept feeling incredible sorrow. When could I let go of worry? My life is so short. Every moment that I look down at the scar on my leg I am reminded of the brevity of my life. When would the doubt that God IS a good God go away so that I could truly believe that He IS good and that He truly DOES love me? When would I be able to believe again? I wanted so desperately to believe in God. I wanted so desperately to trust Him. It was just so hard. I didn’t know how to trust in this God that I did not understand.

I thought that God kept proving himself untrustworthy. Every time something difficult happened in my life my faith was shaken. Cancer, death, big transitions, and physical wounds shook my faith. I thought that God was good. I was taught that God redeems suffering and that good comes out of it even if we can’t see it. I couldn’t see it, but I wanted so desperately to see what God was doing because all I kept seeing and feeling was pain. I could not see him redeeming my life. I had been waiting two years to see if there was any good that would come out of the scar on my leg, but it was so hard to see. I thought that God kept failing me. I thought my pain was not able to be redeemed.

The tears started to subside. I stopped writing and opened up my Bible. I do not remember what I read. I probably read some Psalms because I can resonate with many of the things that David talks about. I kept listening to Laura Story until I finally fell asleep.

My brother and I made it back to school. We ended up having to fly. I love flying. Plus I was happy not to be in a car.

A few weeks later I was sitting on the balcony of my dorm waiting for my roommate’s Brita to fill up with water from the common room sink. I turned on my iPod and the song “I Desire Jesus” by Hillsong came on. It was such a familiar song. I could not figure out why it was so familiar. They started singing the bridge and I remember. It was the song I was listening to during the car crash. I thought it was so ironic. I had been listening to a song praising God and speaking of His glory while our car failed us. I was so angry with God, yet in the midst of my anger and shock I had been listening to music that praised Him.

I kept listening and let myself remember the crash. I had spent the past few weeks pushing it out of my memory and going to classes like a “normal” student. I had kept telling myself, my family, and my friends that everything was ok. I was ok. We were all ok. We are always ok. It was a lie. I wasn’t ok. I was shaken. I was confused. I was angry.

The song ends with these words:

“I desire Jesus

Precious Lamb who ransomed me

Unto you an offering will my life forever be”

I kept playing the song on repeat. Eventually I began singing along to the last line of the song “Unto you an offering will my life forever be.” I was not ok. I still did not fully understand why God let difficult things happen in my life. But what I DID know was that two years ago while I was lying broken on a hospital bed crying because the pain in my leg was so great I gave God my whole life fully knowing that my life would not be easy and that there would be more pain to come. I knew that there were going to be hardships in following Christ. I couldn’t turn back now. All I could do was look at the cross and cry “Unto you an offering will my life forever be.” I pray that you would choose to do the same. It is not easy, but it is worth it.

Love well,


For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” Philippians 1:21 (ESV)

I Wouldn’t Trade a Thing – November 17, 2013

I have heard women and men who have gone through crazy amounts of pain, loss, and suffering say, “I wouldn’t trade what I have gone through for the world.” These words have come out of the mouth of Bethany Hamilton, a woman whose arm was bitten off by a shark while she was surfing. These words have been repeated by a woman by the name of Abby who died of terminal cancer this past year. These words have been spoken by Nick Vujicic, a man who has no limbs. I have envied these people because, honestly, I hate that I had to go through my dad having cancer twice. I hate that I’ve seen a lot of my friends go through pain. I hate that I had to spend the summer before my junior year in highschool unable to walk, in pain, and totally dependent on my family due to a flesh eating bacteria called necrotizing fasciitis. If someone said that I could go through life and not experience any of that hardship I would have said “Ok!” in a heartbeat… until today.

The sermon at church was about the Holy Spirit. My pastor, whose name is Kevin, asked if anyone in the room had ever felt the presence of God. My mind went back to the darkest night of my life, the day I told God, “I’m done. I refuse to believe in you anymore. I don’t believe in you anymore.”

I was lying on a bed in a military hospital in the city of Jayapura on the island of Papua, Indonesia. It was the last few weeks of school and I was spending it in a hospital. I was there because a few days before I had gone up to a waterfall with my friends. Though we enjoyed trekking to waterfalls, I had never been to that specific waterfall. I was so excited to at last be going to “God’s Awesome Falls.” That is the name one of my friends gave it because of its beauty. On the way up my friend, Kelsey, and I slipped quite a few times on the slippery rocks in the riverbed we were walking up. Later my brother said that he heard when I fell one time and that it sounded painful. When he told me that I couldn’t remember it. I had blocked it from my memory. Now I remember. I remember falling on a specific rock and taking a while to get back up because it was a hard fall and it hurt worse than the other falls. I looked down and it looked like I had gotten just another scrape. One of my friends asked me if I was ok and I told them that I was. It wasn’t even bleeding that much. That was Saturday.

I slept great that night. The next day I went to church and I was perfectly fine. Then about noon as I was washing dishes at home I took a step and almost fell. That one step hurt so badly. I walked back over to the sink to keep washing dishes and it began hurting to just stand there. After I finished I went to my room and laid on my bed in pain. My brother was in his room. My little sister was playing in another room on the other side of the house. I thought the pain was all in my head. It didn’t make sense. I had done nothing.

The phone rang. It kept ringing and no one was picking it up. I walked slowly to the phone crying because of the pain. It was my parents asking us what we wanted to eat at a restaurant. I yelled over the phone and cried. I was in pain and I couldn’t think of food. I didn’t care where they were eating. I was in pain and my parents were gone and my siblings at home didn’t know I was hurting. I felt bad when I hung up the phone. I went back to my room and tried to sleep. I cried and cried. I felt so alone. I was in so much pain. I had never felt pain like this, but when I was lying down I didn’t hurt as bad.

That whole afternoon I spent in my room. My parents were busy because they were setting up for the 8th Grade Banquet. They stopped by once to see what was wrong, but other than what I told them there were no signs that I was sick. I didn’t look sick. We didn’t even think that the small scratch on my leg would be causing me to be nauseous. Nothing made sense. I had gotten malaria before, but why would my leg hurt too?  I don’t remember what time it was when they got back from the banquet. It felt as though it was late at night.

During the time that they were gone I had crawled multiple times to the bathroom to go to the restroom and to throw-up. Every time I sat up I needed to throw-up. Once my parents got back I told them that it had gotten worse. They debated over whether they should call the doctor that night or go to the clinic in the morning. Since I was doing fine laying down and there were no signs that this was any more serious than malaria, we opted for going to the clinic in the morning.

My leg is on the left. My friend, Kelsey's leg is the one on the right. She had more cuts than me.
My leg is on the left. My friend, Kelsey’s leg is the one on the right. She had more cuts than me.
May 2011. At "God's Awesome Falls" with my friend, Kelsey.
May 2011. At “God’s Awesome Falls” with my friend, Kelsey.
In Singapore after my skin graft surgery.
In Singapore after my skin graft surgery.
Florida 2013. What my leg looks like now.
Florida 2013. What my leg looks like now.
Once I was allowed outside the hospital, I spent most of my time in my parents bedroom. I normally slept or played computer games.
Once I was allowed outside the hospital, I spent most of my time in my parents bedroom. I normally slept or played computer games.

That night I slept little. I threw up over myself and on the floor in the middle of the night. My mom got mad at me and I told her that I couldn’t walk. So she got a bucket for me to throw up in. I think that was the moment when my mom realized I really was sick, but I still thought that it was all in my head. Sophomore year had been a hard year for me. The previous year I had spent in the United States of America and I was having a hard time adjusting back into our small school and community. Every morning it was a fight to wake up. I didn’t want to go to school, but I did because I had to.  I thought I was making up this whole scenario just so I didn’t have to go to school on Monday.

Monday morning my mom came in and asked me when I wanted to go to the clinic or if I even wanted to go that day or wait until later. We decided that I should go that day and if I really was fine I would just go to my afternoon classes. I don’t remember what time we went to the clinic, but I remember my mom had to help me out of our recliner and I had to lean on her as we walked out the door to the car. Stepping outside I felt like I was going to faint. I started getting hot and felt nauseous. When we got to the clinic I was feeling a little better. The missionary doctor asked me what was wrong. I told her about the pain in my leg, how I could barely walk, and how I felt nauseous every time I sat up. We showed her the scratch on my leg, but we weren’t sure if that was connected. It was. She looked at my leg and told me that I probably had compartment syndrome. My first thought was, “What is that and will I feel better tomorrow?”

She immediately got on the phone and started talking to different doctors in the area. I couldn’t understand what she was saying. A nurse came in and helped me onto a bed. They told me they were needing to put an IV into me immediately because I had not been drinking enough water.

I had never had an IV put into me in my life. I had never hurt myself very badly. I had never broken a limb and now I was having to go to a hospital for an illness I knew nothing about. I was terrified. I was anxious. As I lay on the bed waiting to get the IV put into me I heard the doctor say the word “emergency evacuation.” That was when I realized that I was not going to be better tomorrow. I realized that my sickness was something serious. Very serious. More fear set in. I asked my mom for her phone and texted my friend Katie to pray for me. My friend came and held my hand as they put in the IV. It took a few tries and it was incredibly painful. I cried. Little did I know that I would be dealing with worse pain than the sting of an IV being pushed into my wrist. My friend Katie prayed over me. I was so thankful to have a friend there to hold my hand. I was so afraid. I needed some sort of comfort.

A while later my dad pulled up to the clinic with our car. He had packed clothes for me, pillows, and blankets. We knew that there was a possibility that I would have to spend the night at the hospital. We did not know that one night in the hospital would turn into a week and a half there. They laid me in the car with the IV and we drove two hours to a military hospital. I was in an excruciating amount of pain that whole ride. My dad drove as smoothly as he could, but by the end I just wanted him to drive fast so that it all could be over. I was crying and screaming out in pain during the whole drive. There was nothing my parents could do to relieve the pain.

I felt a little better once we got to the hospital. They put me in a wheelchair and rolled me into a room where nurses, with great difficulty, lifted me onto a stretcher. They took my clothes off and put a hospital gown on me and rolled me to a waiting room right outside where I would have my first surgery. I was shaking because of fear. I knew that they were going to put me completely under and I didn’t want the doctor to do something bad to me. I had huge trust issues, not only with men, but also with God.

It felt like hours that we were waiting for the doctor, but it probably was only one hour. The doctor was in surgery at that moment, so we had to wait for him to finish. He walked out of the room one time and he was covered in blood. More fear crept into my heart. At one moment the heart monitor went off and I really thought that I had died. I asked my parents if I had died and they chuckled and told me that the power had gone off. I was hoping that the power wouldn’t go off while I was in surgery.

The whole time we were waiting I thought that my parents would be able to be in the Emergency Room with me as I had my surgery. When I found out that I would be alone more fear crept in. I started praying to God, asking him to just give me peace. I prayed for peace over and over and over again because while waiting all I felt was fear and anxiety. I didn’t want to be awake during the surgery. I needed peace so that I could sleep and not worry and not think during my surgery. I didn’t want to feel the surgeon digging away at my leg.

I was shaking when I was reeled into the Emergency Room. I was all alone. I remember music playing in the room. I remember the anesthesiologist holding my hand and asking if I was afraid. I remember nodding my head “yes.” I was terrified. Everything was white. The anesthesiologist looked into my eyes and told me that I didn’t have to be afraid. His eyes were so kind. I could trust him. I could trust God. I could rest.  I remember asking if there was any Christian music that they could play. They told me no. I remember nothing after that.

I woke up a while later in a green hospital room with bandages on my leg. I don’t know how long I was out. Apparently I said some funny things while coming out of the anesthesia, but I remember nothing. The next few weeks… or month… doctors and nurses and friends would ask me on a scale of 1 to 10 what my pain was. Thinking back I should have said 10 every time they asked because that was how much pain I was in. I was in pain all the time. Yes, I took pain medication and maybe that helped. I don’t know. All I know was that I was hurting really bad all the time. Sometimes I could tell that I was in more pain than usual. That was normally when the pain medication had finished working and I was waiting to get more pumped into my body. My friends and family told me later that I looked like a druggy. I didn’t feel alive. I didn’t know why I was alive. I didn’t want to be alive if all I was going to do was lie in an ugly hospital room in pain.

I wish that I had more joy while I was going through this “trial.” To be honest, I was so angry at God. I was angry at the people who tried to encourage me with Scripture and kind words. Looking back I am overwhelmed by the kindness and love of my community, but at the time I just wanted someone to cry with me. I wanted to yell. I wanted to tell people how I really felt. When my friends came in to visit me I would either act like I was asleep to avoid having to talk to someone and making small talk; avoiding the fact that I was in so much pain; or I would act like I was really doing just fine and that I was just trusting in God; masking the fact that I hated God and was done with Him and His so called love for me. That was what led to the night I can never forget. The night where I was finally honest with God.

I spent a little over a week in the hospital. Nighttime became the hardest times during my stay in the hospital. That was when I felt most alone. My mom would normally spend nights with me because I could not stand my dad’s snoring. She got some sleep. I got very little. I tended to sleep during the day to try to avoid visitors who wanted to encourage me. Also every time I closed my eyes at night I would have nightmares and I tended to move in my sleep which caused a lot of pain. These factors led to my spending most nights in and out of consciousness and in great pain. I cried a lot.

I was finally done with it all. Earlier in the week or maybe earlier that night I had asked God to kill me. I couldn’t handle the pain anymore. I knew that if I did survive that I would eventually heal, but how long would that take? Was it really worth it to go through so much pain? I wasn’t ready to face all the questions from others about my “suffering.” I was so angry at God. Could He really use my pain? I couldn’t fight anymore. God decided not to let me die even though he could have, easily. I was angry at God for that. I broke. Why couldn’t He just let me die? Why did He hate me so much that He would make me have to actually walk through pain? I didn’t say  the words out loud, but I definitely told God in my heart and my mind that I was done with Him and that I didn’t believe in Him anymore. It wasn’t a deathbed prayer asking God to save me from my pain and then I would believe in Him. No, I was done with believing in a God who would let me suffer. I wanted Him to let me die. I remember feeling the darkness. I remember the pain.

Immediately after I said those words in my heart, because I wouldn’t dare speak them out loud and let people hear me, I began to cry. My heart broke. I knew exactly what I had said. I knew what those words meant. If God was not real, my life had absolutely no purpose. I had asked Him to kill me earlier because the pain was too much, but He didn’t. I was mad at him. I did not want to face the pain I was already facing and that lay ahead. Many more surgeries lay ahead and many more sleepless nights. God didn’t kill me when I asked him to. I am thankful for that, but when I spoke those words I realized that it would be better for me to die than for God not to exist. No matter how badly I wanted the pain to go away, I wanted God to be real. No, I needed God to be real. If I were to possibly live on through the pain I was going through I needed God desperately.

It’s ironic that I told God that I didn’t believe in Him because in saying to Him that I didn’t believe in Him I was enforcing the fact that He was real. My days in the hospital are blurred together so I can’t remember if it was that same night or a later night that God again showed to me that He was real. I might have gone through a day “without” God, trying to live like He was not real. It didn’t work though, because I needed Him every second of every day because the pain was so excruciating. There was another night though when I was in the dark again feeling empty and lonely. It was after I had told God that I was done with him. I couldn’t sleep and had woken up from a nightmare. I was scared to go back to sleep and face the nightmares again. So I lay on my back unable to move. If I moved, my leg would hurt even worse than it already was hurting. I started crying because I knew the night would be long and I would have to face it alone with my thoughts and with my pain. So I did what anyone who doesn’t believe in God anymore would do, I began talking to God.

I asked God to send rain. At home I loved falling asleep to the sound of rain. Most Missionary Kids (MKs) do. I missed playing in the rain and touching the rain. I missed the smell. I knew I couldn’t go outside and play in the rain, but I knew I could hear it on the roof and see it through the window. That was enough for me. That was my request.

You might be thinking right now why I didn’t ask God to take away the pain. I asked God that a lot. I don’t know why He didn’t. I can’t tell you why He let my suffer so. There was a point when I stopped asking Him because I knew He wasn’t going to take away the pain. What I do know is that immediately after I asked God to let it rain, so that I could at least hear the rain and see it, it began to pour.

Skeptics out there might say “That was just coincidence.” I’ll let you say that if you desire, but I believe that it was God answering my prayer. I can’t explain it, but I knew without a doubt that God was real. I had always known. Praying to Him was proof that I had always known He was real and believed Him. What was so special about Him bringing the rain was that I not only believed that He was real, but I became overwhelmed with the knowledge in my heart along with my mind that God really did love me. Somehow I was able to feel God’s love and experience it for myself. I didn’t feel alone in that hospital room anymore. God was there with me. He knew my pain and He cared.

When a person goes through suffering, at least when I went through suffering, I thought God was punishing me. I am so very sinful and am very aware of my sin. In all honesty I deserve any punishment from God. I have lied, I have had a jealous heart, I have ruined friendships, I have hurt my family, and I have denied God! How could God love me? But why would God answer such a small and silly prayer if He didn’t love me? I’m not saying that from that moment onward I have never doubted the love of God and have never sinned. I doubt God’s love for me all the time. I have to, in the words of John Piper, “preach truth to my soul” constantly. What did happen was that God’s love for me and God’s presence became more real in my life than it had ever been before.

I spent a long time PRAISING GOD as I watched and listened to the rain fall outside my window. Another thing happened as the rain fell that night. Something that I will never forget. I gave God my whole life. When I was 6, I think, I sat on my mom’s bed and asked Jesus into my heart. The only reason I remember that is because I have been reminded of it through my parents and my siblings. When I was a bitter 12 year old at a conference called Planet Wisdom with my MK friends I again renewed my commitment to Jesus. I was done being bitter. At 15 or 16 in that green hospital room watching the rain fall down and experiencing excruciating amounts of pain in my leg I told God that I was sorry for denying Him. I told him I was sorry for being angry and for not believing in Him because I couldn’t see His goodness and His love. God showed up. He showed me the part of his character that I desperately needed to see because I could not believe in a God who was not loving. GOD IS LOVE. I understand that a little better now.

When I was 6 and when I was 12 I didn’t understand fully what it meant to “take up my cross and follow Jesus.” I still don’t know fully what that means. But when I was a 15 or 16 year old telling God that I would follow Him even through the pain I was going through I knew a little better because I was experiencing the pain of following Jesus. We don’t like to tell people that following Jesus is going to be hard. We like talking about God’s love and His goodness and His grace. We’ll talk about the cross, and we’ll talk about the forgiveness we have. It’s not fun telling people that following Jesus will be hard and that we will still face hardships when we follow Him. No one likes being uncomfortable. No one likes pain, but there will be pain involved in following Jesus. I knew that full well when I fully gave up my life and my situation to Jesus that night. I knew He wasn’t going to take away the pain in my leg, but what I did know was that He was good and that He had a plan for my life and that He loved me and that He was willing to walk through the pain with me. That was enough for me to give Him all of me.

So when my pastor told us today that we need “One second in the presence of God and (we) will be convinced,” I understood because I had that one second. Why I can say without a doubt that God is real and I believe in Him is because I went through a time, no matter how short, in my life where I refused to believe in Him. Life without God is Hell. Hell is where God is not. It is the absence of God. I might have only spent a few hours or a day “without God,” (I honestly can’t remember how long it was) but I knew that I could not live like that. So I can declare with Bethany Hamilton, Nick Vujicic, and Abby that I would not trade my doubts, the darkest nights of my life, the excruciating pain, the anger, the loneliness, and the sorrow for anything in the world because I have become convinced that God is real and He loves even me.

Love well,


And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow – not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below – indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord. – Romans 8:38-39 (NLT)