The Truth About Mission Work


Happy Friday Beauties!!

Seriously, tell yourself right now, “I am Beautiful. I am wanted. I can do this.” Think of this like the Beautymarked meditation. Done? Good. Let’s go.

I want to talk about something that I have been guilty of. I know people who have thought this, and I am pretty sure you have too if you are reading this. You know when you move into a new place and every sales person on earth knows it? From security systems to internet guys, to girl scout cookies. The last part didn’t fit but in but I am pretty positive they know I am new to the neighborhood and that I am weak for chocolate and peanut butter. Anyway… I see this as something very similar to when someone goes on a missions trip. Everyone knows. But instead of friends and family knocking on your door step, you are the new home owner trying to sell to everyone else.

If you made it through that analogy and are still tracking you have accomplished a huge victory for today.

Coming back from a mission’s trip, people assume you will come back and want money to change lives. That’s normal.

Let’s get real for a second. Like real real.

If you haven’t been on a mission’s trip, it is VERY easy to turn the other cheek and think well, someone else will pay for hurting souls. I know because I used to do this. I am sounding super heartless, but because I have now been on both sides of the spectrum I can relate to both. It is EXTREMELY difficult to come back from a trip that tears your heart completely apart, while also having light being poured in.

When you come home, you are the new home-owner with a broken heart selling your broken heart. Confusing? I know.

It is SO much more than going to the broken hearted and then coming home to plead for money.

If you have thought that, I want you to know that it’s actually okay to feel that way. When we came back home, I realized how ridiculously blind we are. I cried at the grocery store. It was real.

Until you actually see the hurt, hold hands with the hurt, and celebrate with the hurt, the photos and videos you watch may never show you the exact magnitude. I mentioned celebrating with the hurt. What I mean by that is that these Beautiful souls celebrate life. They celebrate clean water. They celebrate crazy sweaty white people into their precious villages.

I am here to tell you that I am happily forever changed.

If you can’t actually go on a trip, let me just speak encouragement and life to you today friend! These photos you see of babies and mommas are actual people. They are so rich in life, God completely brought me to my knees. I needed them.

People who come from mission work do not ask for money because it is what we are “supposed” to do.

I read John yesterday and finally found a bit a clarity in my processing.

John 1:6-8 God sent a man, John the Baptist, to tell about the light so that everyone might believe because of his testimony. John himself was not the light; he was simply a witness to tell about the light.

I used to ignore mission work, or people that would come home sharing about the brokenness. It’s understandable to not want to open your heart and allow hurt and confusion and even anger in. For the past few days, I have felt that and that’s okay. I went to Uganda expecting to do more work for them but instead, God changed me. This sweet little lady was one of the girls that I just held on to. We would eye for each other in the crowd so we could be together. This happened with SO many Beautiful young girls, and my heart melted with every single one. See to me, this is more than a photo. I know the soul, I have held her hand, and I love her sweet and timid spirit. She was also a leader to the younger girls. My goal is to show you photos and stories in the hopes that your heart can also be opened.

Like I said, if you can’t go on a trip I hope that through the photos and through my testimony that you allow the light to shine through just like the verse in John. I am not the light, nor is any missionary that has gone on a trip. The people are living in an obvious dark and hurting world, but they are the light. That is the truth about mission work. My eyes have been open and my heart has been emptied and then filled again. When you give to an organization such as Beauty for Ashes Uganda, you are literally pouring light back into these God adorned humans. It is so much more than “selling you” on something. When you give, I hope you are just filled by knowing these women are praying for you!

Let me be clear, they are indeed the light.

You all have humbled Justin and I with your comments and donations. I can’t even comprehend the love that you are showing for your fellow sisters and hurting souls. Thank YOU for teaching me love.

Until next time,

If you want more information on these mommas and the different ways to pour light into them, check it out here:

If you want to join the village Justin and I are apart of, you simply just go to the ‘Join a Village’ section, click it, fill out your information and make sure to select the village ‘Ojemoru’ in the drop down bar. You can choose to do a one time donation or donate a set amount each month (which you can choose, it can be the set $23 dollars or just $5 it doesn’t matter). Whatever you feel called to do. No matter what you do, your donation will benefit and help the moms and children of these villages. They have many needs and to have people like you donated and helping them out, brings them so much hope and provides them with so much love.

If you want to just donate to a specific need, you can also do that in the ‘donate now’ tab. You just select whichever need you would like and your set amount.

Let me know if you end up joining our village and we will make sure we get you in the Facebook group with all of us so you are kept updated and can read about each of the mom’s stories.

Thanks again for your interest and your email. God bless you for your amazing heart! Love YOU!



amazing. I am planning on going on a mission trip this summer and this is so inspiring and beautiful. Thank you for your words!


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