Kristen Welch and I are sorta, kinda, soul sisters? As I serve on the board of directors of the ministry Kristen founded, Mercy House Global, I get to see it first hand again and again, what we can all do together to change the world for women, if we say our brave yes. — and I am all in here with Kristen, with Mercy House Global, and togESTHER — we are the Esther Generation. Called for such a time as this, right where we are, to change the world for our sisters…. I absolutely love this woman with all my heart — a grace to welcome my soul sister, Kristen, to the farm’s front porch today…
It’s miraculous how much can happen in a year.
When I left Agnes’ house in a slum in Kenya last April with my family, we went straight to a public bathroom and shook the bedbugs out of our clothes. We found a table, ordered a Coca Cola for comfort and sobbed our eyes out.
Because hopelessness will do that to you.
As we sat in her home, she had wiped tears away roughly with the back of her hand as she described selling her oldest son as an indentured servant to a neighbor.
I shuddered as she explained the desperation that made her choose prostitution for her and a daughter so the rest of the family could survive. Her pregnant 14 year old ended up in the maternity homes supported by Mercy House Global.
She named her little girl Kristen Mercy.
We sat quietly gathering our thoughts, and mostly our courage, while we sipped our sodas, and we began to dream with our in-country directors about what God was asking us to do. And we asked him to do the impossible. To somehow someway, change Agnes’ life and that of the other families we had visited. We dared to believe God for the unlikely. We envisioned kilns and imagined looms.
When I left her home last week, I returned to that same restaurant. This time there weren’t bedbugs that made us shudder and the tears we shed weren’t sad ones. She was no longer in a home in a slum and she proudly showed us her concrete floor and second room. Music blared from her radio and when we entered her home, we danced.
And we danced some more. And our dancing turned to weeping. We held hands and thanked God for doing the impossible. Again.
On the way out of the house, introduced me to her son. The same boy that was owned a year ago without freedom or a future, he shook my hand, looked me in the eyes and smiled. He was free.
I couldn’t stop the tears.
Because hope will do that to you.
In just a year, Agnes has become a master weaver at a loom. Her gorgeous rugs that each take five days to make, thread by thread, are for sale at Mercy House Global. She and the other grandmothers to babies at the maternity homes supported by Mercy House Global sit at looms and kilns every day. They were poor women without hope or a future and God has reminded them they are priceless. They are a miracle.
Earlier this year, Ann and I sat together at those looms in Kenya, and stood on holy ground as eyewitnesses to the miraculous. We held ceramic beads from the Kenyan earth and ran our hands over the soft cotton and we committed together–that every woman everywhere deserves the simple dignity of knowing she is priceless.
Agnes and her sweet family have suffered great wounds. They have been abused and hurt by this world.
But God is taking the pain and sorrow, the grit of this life and He is creating something beautiful. He is writing a new story.
Every woman everywhere deserves to know that she is loved and valued by the God who created her.
She isn’t a commodity to be bought and sold, but she has been paid for by the precious blood of Jesus.
Today — tell her she is priceless.
It’s the goal of the dozens and dozens of ministries we work with who work to remind women of this truth.
We are donning our pearls (#putonyourpearls), taking selfless selfies, giving sacrificially and standing up to say we see these injustices, these desperate women who are begging God for provision so they don’t have to make desperate decisions.
Will you give to one of the organizations we are partnering with–working in hard places, with the most vulnerable?
Will you please join with us today and boldly declare with your time and resources we see you and we are here to say, you are not alone. He is with you.
Because women around the world — including you — are priceless.
We are joining together to remind the world —
that every woman matters.
Mercy House is teaming with organizations that are on the ground changing lives.
A pearl is a healed wound. An oyster protects itself from irritation and suffering and the result is a priceless pearl. The women supported by this campaign have endured unthinkable suffering in their lives and often feel forgotten.