BreadOfHopeTour

It’s 8.03 am, and we have just prayed and are finally leaving Agege, a boisterous neighborhood in the heart of Lagos, Nigeria. Agege feels like an open market with unplanned dwellings built around it. We filled our coaster bus with items packed for the children. I’m still figuring out how to carry these items through

I went to bed at 2.20 am, fully realizing that in less than 2 hrs, we’d planned on leaving Lagos for Benin Republic. I wasn’t exhausted or excited, and the feeling I had was a relief- the feeling of knowing that God’s idea was materializing. I was at peace. Ten countries within two weeks are

I liken this journey to a pilgrimage—a journey of faith to reawaken my soul. The revelation of God’s purpose for my life seemed to have quickened my soul and expanded my capacity to believe in God for more. It gave me courage like I never knew. It renewed my faith in God’s divine providence and His desire to use me for His glory, the same way He desires to use you. We are His hands and feet. We are His clay as He molds us into what He wants.

The first leg of my journey from Columbus to Washington was awful. After the stress of repacking my luggage and spending an extra $800 on excess baggage. I was exhausted. God said to sow some baby items we received as donations into the life of a kind pregnant lady at the counter who mentioned she