Infinite King.

Last weekend I had a benefit concert to raise financial support as well as awareness for my mission trip to Thailand this summer. I have such wonderful friends that were so generous to help me out: we had three bands willing to give their time and energy for free, a church let us use their facilities, as well as food and drinks were also donated to sell. The boys from the band handed out sooo many fliers, which we also got to print for free, and there were over 1000 people invited to the event on Facebook. It really looked like it was going to be fun and awesome, as well as raise the support that we needed. The days leading up to the benefit I just prayed and prayed that God would just be glorified and it would go as He has planned. Well, Saturday night comes around and it’s slow at first.. and then a few more people come. Still slow.. to the point of it being kind of awkward because we prepared for a huge crowd. Well, a little over 50 people ended up coming throughout the night, which is not bad and we had fun, but not what I had in mind at all. The whole time I was thinking, “Hey, it’s ok. I’ll just have to set up another fundraiser to figure out how I am going to get the support I need.” I was ok with it. The night came to an end, and we counted what we had raised. I kept counting, and kept counting, and when I finished I had counted $1422.72. Not possible. Recounted, again and again. $1422.72. That can’t be right. I got someone else to count. $1422.72. Are you kidding me? I sat back in amazement, wanting to cry. The whole night I was thinking no more than $300-400 hundred. No more. But over a thousand? That’s just not possible. 53 people, the majority of them being teenagers, and over a thousand dollars were raised? Are you kidding me?

God multiplied the donations. I have no doubt in my mind that His hands were behind this and through this experience, He taught me a lesson I really needed to learn: He is bigger. He’s bigger. The whole night I was looking at numbers and limiting God. I already had in my head that there weren’t enough people there so the night wasn’t going to be a success, but guess what? My God is bigger than numbers, and you know He’s also bigger than statistics. In Asia alone, human trafficking is a 9 billion dollar industry. In Thailand the average age of the victims is 14 years old, and around 25% of the customers are Americans. Around 80,000 women and children have been sold in to the sex slave industry in Thailand alone, not even looking at the bigger picture of the millions sold and traded in the world as a whole. But God is bigger.

Only 0.5% of the Thailand’s population is Christian. And to make it worse, there is absolute religious freedom in the country of Thailand protected by a constitution, yet still 95% of Thai people are devout Buddhists. But God is bigger. And I firmly believe that there is a move of God in store for these Thai people very soon. You see, when God speaks a nation, He intends to fulfill His promise. Number and statistics don’t give Him a boundary, no matter how hard the world tries. From things as small as a benefit concert done for His glory, to the Christianity of the world, the reality is that one day every knee will bow and every tongue will confess that He is Lord. He is bigger than what we can even imagine, and it just humbles me that such a big God can and will do such a big work through these small hands of mine.

I can’t wait to see what the Lord does in Thailand this summer. Each day it gets closer I just get more and more excited about what God is planning and orchestrating for this beautiful country, despite the number and statistics of this world. I serve an infinite King.

“For nothing is impossible with God.” 

Luke 1:37

-kf.

It Is Finished.

John 8:1-11

Jesus returned to the Mount of Olives, but
early the next morning he was back again

at the Temple. A crowd soon gathered, and
he sat down and taught them. As he was

speaking, the teachers of religious law and
the Pharisees brought a woman who had

been caught in the act of adultery. They put
her in front of the crowd.

“Teacher,” they said to Jesus, “this woman
was caught in the act of adultery.

The Law of Moses says to stone her. What
do you say?”

They were trying to trap him into saying
something they could use against him, but

Jesus stooped down and wrote in the dust
with his finger. They kept demanding an

answer, so he stood up again and said, “All
right, but let the one who has never sinned

throw the first stone!” Then he stooped down
again and wrote in the dust.

When the accusers heard this, they slipped
away one by one, beginning with the oldest,

until only Jesus was left in the middle of the
crowd with the woman. Then Jesus stood

up again and said to the woman, “Where are
your accusers? Didn’t even one of them

condemn you?”

“No, Lord,” she said. And Jesus said,
“Neither do I. Go and sin no more.”

A woman, that we today would call a prostitute, was presented in front of Jesus. The crowd knew that they had gotten him this time; there was no way He was going to have grace for this one. However, once again, Jesus blew most away from this passage. He looked at the woman in the eyes, KNOWING HER SIN before anything was ever said, and told her, “I don’t condemn you.” All of the others were not able to condemn the woman because they too had fallen short at some point, but here is the sinless Son of God, who could have straightened her up real quick and told her the commandments she was breaking, yet He looked her in the eyes with grace..

God has given me such a heart for human trafficking and prostitutes that some people just don’t flat out understand or approve of it. A response I get a lot is, “Yeah, I get that you want to deal with victims of trafficking.. They’re being held against their will. But prostitutes?” But it kills me. Not only has the Lord given me insight to see past their sin, and past their actions.. The bondage and chains holding them deep within.. But you see, Jesus did not come to condemn but to set free. In John 8, she looked into the eyes of Jesus, and He made her whole. I can only pray that the Lord would use me to do the same: that I could be so in tune with Him, walking in grace, that simply looking into my eyes would shed His love and mercy upon girls who have lost all hope..

When people doubt my ministry and my vision for long enough and I get discouraged in the flesh, at times I just look in the mirror some days and I am just like, “Kayla, what in the world are you doing with your life?” It’s true. Everything has changed. My plans, goals, views, heart.. nothing is the same, and I have lost all of who I once was. But you know, it’s not about me, and I think that’s what makes all of this worth it. It’s about Him, and how He can be glorified. And if that means busting into brothels, so be it, but it’s not even about that. Yeah setting them free out of a brothel is wonderful, but if they don’t have freedom in CHRIST, the likely of them becoming anything more than a prostitute or stripper is slim. I have gotten to the place where I can say if it’s not about You, it’s not what I’m about. Because flat out, I want His presence and nothing less. Over and over in the Word you see God’s heart for the captives: not just literal slaves, but the lost who are being withheld from Him, and I really believe that God’s heart right now is beating for freedom, and I can only ask for mine to be the same.

For a while now I have been praying against the strongholds of patrilineal societies in Asia. You see, the reason why there is such a huge risk of child slavery throughout Asia and India and such countries right now is because of the patrilineal system over there. A family has to have a son to carry on the family’s work, inheritance, ect. They cannot afford having many children, and if they do not have a son for a while, they have to do something with their daughters, which is typically where the sex slavery and human trafficking come into play. These girls have the power and authority of men shoved so deeply in their heads and in their self-esteems, and it just breaks my heart. But tonight while praying, God gave me some revelation about the matter. We are all a part of a patrilineal society to the Ultimate Father. And I should be praying that these girls could see their Father in Heaven as their authority in love and in freedom, not in condemnation like their earthly fathers. Their fathers here on Earth have sold them into misery, but their Father in Heaven bought them by the blood of Christ. These girls understand the authority of a man a lot better than we in America do in most families, yet most have never heard that they have a Heavenly Father who loves them enough to die for them.

I am going to Thailand in less than two months, and each day I get more and more excited. Not only because it’s Asia an I have desired to go there for sooo long (The Lord is faithful!!!), but I am thrilled to be going for a month, and working along side the World Race. I do not know exactly what we will be doing, but I do know that our ministry will be working with victims of child slavery and human trafficking, and possibly some prostitution. And you know, I cannot wait to be able to look those girls in the eyes and tell them that they are loved and they are not condemned. To be able to hold my girls who were sold as children and tell them, “He has sent me here because He loves you that much.”

I cannot wait to hold my girls in my arms and tell them “It is finished.” It’s done. The pain is over. He has paid the price, and you are free. (John 19:29)

-kf