“If all we have is love, we have it all”

I’ve been listening to the song above, all week. Firstly, it’s a great song, by the very talented Ryan Keen. But the lyrics have been following me around all week. My life right now feels much like the opening line,

“I have much to say, so much more than I can. Words don’t come easily, I think you understand.”

Somehow these words, whilst they may have been written about some past love, have echoed in my heart. I’ve come back from Asia, with a heart that is broken for the plight of those in prostitution. It has impacted my life in more ways than I ever expected, and I’m starting to see that this is something that God is doing in my life. He is awakening my heart to cry for justice. I have so much to say, but like the words of this song say, words don’t come easily.

As those around the world trapped in this unfathomable injustice, cry out for help, and think of those who may come to rescue them, the middle of this song floats around my head:
“I know you think of me, just know I’m thinking of you too.”

The task seems so great, and we seem so small. It’s easy to wonder how I can make a difference? What do I have to offer? But as the words of this song so gently remind me,

“If all we have is love, we have it all.”

Some may find it naive to believe that the impossible will become possible through love. I believe it though, because 2000 years ago, a Jewish carpenter from Nazareth who was God in human flesh, demonstrated this principle for the world to see. Through love, He performed the ultimate in impossible, and reconciled a people back to their God. In doing so, He opened up the door for us to follow.

So, today I’m reminded, that, if all I have is love, then I’m good to go change the world. So what are you waiting for?

delayed reactions – choosing hope.

I’ve tried to write this post several times. I’ve never known what to say. Until now.

I knew it would happen. I knew at some point everything that I heard about and saw in Cambodia would get to me.  To be honest, it took me by surprise when God spoke to me about getting involved with Iris Cambodia. But I felt so strongly the burden to go. I guess I had a lot of walls put up to keep me from the emotion of what I saw. I hid behind organising and helping others etc. But the reality of what I saw was right there in front of me.

In 2008 whilst I was living in Kansas City, and part of a programme called Commission in the International House of Prayer, I had a dream which awakened me to the horrors of those who are trafficked. In 2009, whilst back in Kansas City, I also had an encounter with God which left me completely undone for the cause of the fatherless, and the abandoned. A key verse from this encounter was:

“So justice is far from us, and righteousness does not reach us. We look for light, but all is darkness; for brightness, but we walk in deep shadows.” – Isaiah 59: 9

For the 3 years since then, I have carried in my heart a deep cry for justice, and for a movement and a turning of the hearts of the Fathers to the children. As I have continued with my life: working, leading worship, making friends, and all the other things I have done, I have carried within me the dream of seeing the fatherless placed in families and restored. When I went to Mozambique, I knew that it was time to start more intentionally on this journey.

In Mozambique, I asked the Lord to take me to the darkest places of the earth bring His love, His kingdom. Walking down by the bars and brothels of Phnom Penh at night, it seemed that I had found such a place. It’s only now that I’m beginning to face the emotion that seeing these things bring. In the midst of the pain though, my dream is coming to the surface again.

What if the result was not only the rescue of these children but an awakening in the church and a mass adoption move? What if we saw Christian men and women making it their business to know how to adopt children who have faced such abuse. What if this became a reality not just in Asia, but all across the world? What if I could see an end to human trafficking in Europe?

If that’s not enough, I have another dream. It might seem completely opposite, but in my heart, they are 2 sides of the same coin. I’ve always had a passion for night and day worship. I believe that it will change atmospheres and nations. When in Mozambique, God challenged me to consider what it would look like to see these worship furnaces established in the midst of the darkest places of the earth. Can you imagine the impact? As I walked those dark streets in Phnom Penh, I couldn’t help but dream that someone would take over one of the buildings and gather a group of people who would worship God through it all. In the midst of darkness, those who longed for it would look for light, and they would find it?

I have a huge dream. I want to see an adoption revolution in the church. I want to see every sex slave set free. I want to see worship furnaces raised up in the midst of the darkest places of the earth, until they are dark no more.

May my pain and frustration drive me into hope and faith.

May my pain not turn to bitterness and judgement, but let it fuel the movement of love.

May  the hearts of the fathers turn to the hearts of the children

May God’s name be great in the nations

May His Kingdom come – in my lifetime.

Today – in spite of it all, I CHOOSE HOPE.

the dust settles (my heart does not)

It’s been just over a week at home now, and with the prospect of spending more than 10 nights in the same bed, it feels like the dust is settling a little on my suitcase and on my feet. I’m getting used to the Northern Irish weather of 4 seasons in one day, and I’m enjoying catching up with my family, and some dear friends. So as the dust settles, and things become a little more normal, I’m finding that my heart is elsewhere. Something inside of me is screaming for justice. Something happened somewhere along the journey of the last 6 months that makes me completely unsatisfied with anything less than God’s kingdom in the nations.

Coming back from Cambodia – everything still feels so raw. Maybe I was too busy whilst I was there to bring down my walls. Or maybe it’s just a delayed reaction. Whatever it is, I know that my heart is stirred that something must be done.

The reality is, when the statistics become faces, apathy is no longer an option.

The good thing is that I get to be a part of what Iris Cambodia is doing, right here in Northern Ireland. I get to dive deep in to the frustrations and stirrings of my heart and do something to make a difference. At the same time though, I’m so aware, that the cry for justice is not unique to Cambodia. My heart has been stirred to see justice.

But, the reality is that I don’t have to look too far to see brokenness, injustice, and desperate need. It’s right in front of my face. I so desperately don’t want life back here to be business as usual. I want to see my community transformed. I’ve come to realise that I’ve been somehow ruined for anything else than seeing the kingdom of God wherever I am.

The key is to never let your heart settle. I want my heart to always be stirred, always be moved, to love just one more person. It’s not enough for me to want justice in Cambodia whilst ignoring those who desperately need the kingdom right in front of my face. So many times lately I’ve both heard and said: “it’s not either or, it’s both and more.” It’s true. It’s not either Ballymoney or the nations. It’s both and more.

I could spend hours, days, weeks, trying to work it out. When will I stay? When will I go? How will i finance myself? But the important thing is simply this: SAY YES. Whatever it is that God is stirring your heart for, say yes. It’s really that easy. He really will work the rest out. Whatever it is that stirs your heart, that frustrates you – don’t ignore it. Turn it in to the very passion that could fuel the movement that God wants to start through your heart’s cry.

Enjoy the journey. Never let your heart settle. There’s always someone to love.

there’s something in my suitcase

There’s something in my suitcase…

48 hours after returning home safely, and the laundry load is getting smaller, the suitcase is heading back to the attic, and a couple of good nights’ sleep have left my body clock feeling normal again!

As the dust settles and my feet get back on the ground, I find myself thinking about everything that happened in the last 6 weeks. It will take me a while to get my head around just everything that happened. It’s safe to say that I was impacted more than I expected.

As I unpacked my suitcase, it was clear to me that there was something in there that I did not take to Cambodia with me. It wasn’t the new Thai pants I’d bought, nor was it the souvenirs I brought back to my family and friends. It was something more than that.  In the smell of my clothes, in the tattered up, and incredibly useful map of Phnom Penh, there was something that I brought home with me that has made me a different person. That something is my memories. The sights I saw, the people I met, and the things that I heard have all made a difference in my head and in my heart.

My friend has a picture in her room and it says:

 I am not the same, having seen the sun set on the other side of the world. 

For me, this is proving to be so very true. For every boarding pass I’ve handed in, during the last number of years, another part of the journey opens up and I gain something and become a different person in some way.

I’ll write more on here later, about what God has done in me, and what God is doing with Iris and The Mission Worldwide, but for now, all I know is that there’s something about Cambodia that has changed me.

I’m so thankful for this journey.  Through all the challenges and all the struggles, through all the high points and all the laughs, in the midst of the tears, and in every new relationship, I am reminded just how blessed I am. I actually get to watch my Father provide for every need, and see His name being made great in the nations. There’s nothing else I want to do.

Gillian

right place. right time.

I could write about everything that God has done in me this week – and there has been a lot. But one story surpasses all the others.

The crazy thing is, I might have missed it. Honestly I was feeling so so tired. This week I’ve had a lot of late nights, early mornings, and busy days. We are heading on retreat in just a couple of days, and I knew tonight would be a late one. But I didn’t want to miss what God had.

We had dinner together and then headed out on to the streets to see what God would do. We had one agenda of who we wanted to talk to. Street kids and girls in the bars. God however, had a much better plan for me and my friend Amy.

All of a sudden 2 girls from Canada came up to us and started talking about some things that were happening in the street. Before too long, we were speaking life in to them, prophesying, hugging, crying, and praying for them in the street. An hour later after a very long conversation about everything, and an exchange of names for facebook, we parted ways.

Their lives got rocked. They ran in to the arms of their father and they were in awe of Him. They felt His presence and they had no problems telling us that they could feel something as we prayed in the street. In the midst of the incredible, sometimes almost overwhelming darkness of the riverfront of Phnom Penh at night, we saw light. We stood in light. I was reminded that I carry the light.

I couldn’t stop smiling.

Why?

Because when you lay your life down for Christ, you don’t have to worry about striving to bring the kingdom to people. You become the kingdom. The people will follow.

There is so much happening with Iris Cambodia, and The Mission Worldwide. So much favour, so much breakthrough. So much potential. We’re all incredibly tired, so please pray for strength in these last few days. I’ll update you later on all the big stuff. But for me, today, I’m filled with joy, because 2 Canadian girls on the street just had an encounter with their heavenly father.

That’s all this has ever been about.

Peace,

Gillian

rejoicing in all things

“I want to free fall in to faith!!”, my spirit would always cry out whilst in the Harvest School. Almost every time I had an encounter with the Lord, this would be the cry of my heart.

Since the beginning of 2012, my life has been just that. One big free fall in to faith. Sometimes I’ve been scared. But then I’ve been reminded, that sometimes faith looks like being scared and doing it anyway. Believing that God will match my weak yes, with a big fat seal of approval.

It has happened time and again, and each time it’s closer to the wire. Each time though, my faith expands.

Just last week, the Lord asked me, “Gillian, if I asked you to give all your money away today, would you trust me for tomorrow’s provision?” Answer: I hope so. It got me thinking though, that it’s not my money anyway. This week, I had to reach into the depths of that reality.

Whilst driving through Phnom Penh on a tuk tuk, I had my bag stolen. Two motorcyclists orchestrated a carefully planned move. They waited until I had turned around to tell my driver to stop, then crashed into our tuk tuk to shock us, and upon impact, one of them snatched my bag. My arm went with it, but they were too forceful and too quick. We yelled at our driver to go go go! But he slowed down instead. As I watched them drive off with my bag (and in it , the money I had withdrawn for the rest of my time here in Cambodia, my iphone, my passport, my Cambodian phone, and some other things) the shock began to set in. I was trying to hold back the tears but I just couldn’t. “God I need you right now.” That’s about all I could think.

I’ll not bore you with the details of what logisitics I had to go through to report the incident and get new documents. But I will mention this: I saw the kindness of the human heart displayed to me that afternoon. Jason came with me on every step of my journey, sacrificing his own plans on more than one occasion to make sure I was ok. A Cambodian Tuk Tuk driver acted as a witness and drove us around all afternoon. Within 30 minutes of having my bag stolen, a fellow team member handed me $100.

In the past couple of days, I haven’t had much time to think!! It’s been a bit of a shock and a blur. Yesterday all the team arrived, so the day was filled with airport runs, picking up money, moving house, in between a visit to the British Embassy to get a new passport.

I’d like to say I haven’t been scared this week. It would be a lie. However, I have on more than one occasion been faced with a choice. To worship, or not to worship. On Wednesday night, after it all happened, we had a prayer meeting. Jen on our team had been very sick (on 3 IV drips on Tuesday), Knoa had been sick, and my bag was stolen. We decided that our only option was worship.  To me it’s my only hope. It was amazing. To sing of the goodness of God and to pray blessing upon those who stole my bag and my money, was amazing.

Today, in between helping the team settle, and collecting all their money, I’ve been diving in to worship. The song that is playing right now on my itunes is “I’m so forgetful, but you always remind me, you’re the only one who brings me peace.” Jesus is my only hope. If all I have and all I hold dear is taken from me, still I am going to worship the one who gives me peace. Each time I get so scared, my Abba blows my mind with His goodness.

So far, God has been replacing what has been stolen through others! I have to believe that He will give it all back!! If that’s not good enough, someone gave me a camera yesterday!! Did I have my camera stolen? No. Why? Because it got broken in Mozambique. I have been praying that God will give me a new one, and that is EXACTLY what He has done! In the midst of losing so much, God is still blessing me!

So if that isn’t enough reason to rejoice in all things, I don’t know what will be. Please pray that God will provide every penny that I need to get through the trip here in Cambodia, to cover my emergency passport, and visa etc.  Thanks!

I’ll leave you with one of my favourite quotes from A.W. Tozer:

The man who has God for his treasure has all things in One. Many ordinary treasures may be denied him, or if he is allowed to have them, the enjoyment of them will be so tempered that they will never be necessary to his happiness. Or if he must see them go, one after one, he will scarcely feel a sense of loss, for having the source of all things he has in One all satisfaction, all pleasure, all delight. Whatever he may lose he has actually lost nothing, for he now has it all in One, and he has it purely, legitimately and forever.

Peace always,

Gillian

chopsticks, emails and everything in between (what missions really looks like)

Hi friends,

Well, it’s Sunday afternoon and I have reached the end of another week here in Cambodia. I’m sitting in my room (which thankfully has a/c) and pondering everything that’s been going on since I got here. It’s been a weird mix of adapting to a new culture, and adapting to what is it I now do with my life. I’ve barely been at home since September, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it sometimes. But I don’t want to be anywhere else except the place that God has for me.

This morning I met my friend Jen at the gate of our accommodation, got in a tuk tuk, and negotiated directions with the driver with broken English and lots of gestures. We ended up in almost the right place, and we enjoyed some breakfast together, before doing the same thing again to get home. Tuk tuks, bartering to get the price down, noodles, rice, and hot sunshine have become a part of my daily life here in Cambodia. Each day, I’m learning just a little more about the culture here.

I’ve also been learning so much about what goes on behind the scenes in missions. A lot of what I am doing in this season is administration based. I’ve been helping out the Holbeches with most of their administration, as they pioneer a new Iris base, whilst simultaneously pursuing NGO status here in Cambodia. We’re also gearing up to have a team of 20 potential long term missionaries  with us for a couple of weeks. All of this = lots of organisation!!!!! As well as this, I’ve been helping out with looking after Knoa (Jason and Kellie’s son) whilst they are at meetings.

So what am I learning? I’m learning that there’s a lot more to missions than meets the eye.

I guess we all want to hear the stories of high impact: the blind seeing, the lame walking, the captives set free. I want to hear those stories. I want to see the captives set free here. I want to see human trafficking ended in my lifetime. We all want to be on the edge of action right? But God calls us to obedience. To steward what it is He has given us to steward.

For me, right now, it’s looks like all kinds of anything. Sometimes it looks like playing my guitar and leading others in worship, and singing out God’s heart for the land I’m in.  At times it  looks like sending a TON of emails. At times, it looks like sitting in my room on my PC. Other times it looks like changing nappies and playing animal noises, or reading stories.

Maybe that doesn’t sound like the sort of thing that will change the world. But the Lord has been showing me, that it’s the small things that count. To learn servant hood, to practice obedience, in the small things. Yes, it’s true, I want to see nations changed. I want to see worship explode in the nations. I want to see people set on fire for Jesus, and I want to see justice come. But its important to realise that behind every move of God, there are a lot of seemingly normal things happening, and none of them are insignificant. The important thing is to never lose perspective. Whatever part of the journey you are on, please remember that if you want to be used by God to impact a nation, then you will be.

It’s impossible to believe that if you come to a nation with this posture of heart, that you won’t touch the Lord’s heart on the way. Just last night, I was playing guitar and I felt and heard so intensely the heart of God for the church here in Cambodia. I didn’t expect it, and it really rocked me. But why shouldn’t I expect it? I’ve spent the last 3 weeks putting myself in a place of being faithful to things He’s called me to in this nation. Why wouldn’t He share His heart with me? In the place of servant hood, I have touched His heart, and it has changed me. “The secret of God is with those who fear Him.” Psalm 25.14  I want to be counted worthy to hear His secrets.

You see, there’s really no difference to what God requires of us. Whether in Asia on missions, running a business in America, walking the streets of Ireland, or whatever it is that you do, obedience to the Holy Spirit is the ONLY thing that’s required. It’s not complicated. It just costs everything.

Want to see the nations changed? Then do what it is He has asked you to do, and be faithful to it. Keep intimacy with Him the main thing. Look for opportunities to love, and  do it well. Pursue excellence.  He’ll take care of the rest.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for your prayers, we really appreciate them. Please keep praying for us this week, as the team arrive, and as we continue to put together the pieces of Iris Cambodia and The Mission Worldwide here in Phnom Penh.

Love always,

Gillian

the ends of the earth…

Driving through the Cambodian countryside, I find myself in a daze. I’ve got my ipod playing in my ears, and whizzing past me I see such beauty. The hills, the mountains, the rice fields drenched in water, with the occasional group of water buffalo. It’s so green. Something I hadn’t expected. It’s so beautiful. The music in my ears reminds me of the creator of everything beautiful that’s flying past my eyes.

As I continue to stare out the window, I start to notice little villages pass me by. Simple houses. School children cycling home from school. A little shop. Every house has a story. Every face is a person. These people will most likely never travel more than 10 -20 miles from their humble abodes.

I’d give a penny, or more than a penny for their thoughts, for their stories. Growing up in the west, we often forget that we have much to learn from other cultures. I feel as though I have much to learn from Cambodia. As we drive on, I begin to wonder what lies behind each wooden hut, what conversations are taking place as the children empty out of school. Their life could not be more different to mine. Their opportunities are most likely less than mine. I begin to wonder if some of the less fortunate ones from these villages will be sold in to the sex industry.

The bus rolls on, and I find attention drawn away from the window and in to a book I am reading about some missionaries who came to Cambodia during the 1970s. These were some of the most troubled years in Cambodia’s recent history. As I read the accounts of just how horrific the war was, and the details of what happened when the Khmer Rouge arrived in Phnom Penh, I begin to realise that there really are many, many stories hidden in the ground here. As we pulled in to Phnom Penh tonight at rush hour, I got the chance to see it in a different light. I could barely imagine what it would have been like to drive in to the same city 30 years ago in the midst of war. This is a city that has been wounded along with it’s people. But I’m convinced God is going to heal this city.

I want to learn from these people. I want to learn from this land. I want to notice the details, and care about the stories of those who, if you weren’t staring so hard out the window, you might just pass on by.

I want to slow down enough to really see and feel Cambodia.

I want God’s heart for here.

I want to see His glory in the ends of the earth.

journey to the other side of the world

hi guys,

This time last week, I was making lists of everything I needed to do and get on my last day at home before heading to Cambodia for 6 weeks. I had barely been back in Northern Ireland for 2 weeks, and now my bags were getting packed again for another 6 weeks of living out of a suitcase.

Now it’s  Sunday night again and I’m lying in bed in a guesthouse in Phnom Penh and what a crazy week it’s been. We started out on Tuesday morning with an amazing crepe breakfast to celebrate pancake day with my friends before heading to Dublin for the day ahead of our flight out of there on Wednesday morning. Several times in the car on the way to Dublin, I kept thinking,

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, I can’t believe I’m going to Cambodia.”

The next couple of days were filled with traveling. We went from Dublin – Dubai – Bangkok. We then stopped the night in Bangkok (we all struggled on to stay awake for the afternoon and then we fell into our beds!!!) On Friday we were back in Bangkok airport ready to make the trip to Phnom Penh (Cambodia’s capital, and where Iris Cambodia and The Mission Worldwide will have their bases) This flight was only 1 hour long, so it was definitely a short end to a very long journey. 2 other girls Ellie and Jen joined us and since Friday evening, we have been settling in to life here in Phnom Penh. We’ve been staying with a lady from England who has lived in Cambodia for 5 years, and just today Ellie, Jen and I have moved to another place (and we even have air con – we are being spoiled!!)

This weekend for me has been a weird mix of emotions. I’ve done my fair share of travelling, but I’ve never been to Asia, so it’s a bit of a culture shock taking in all the cultural differences. I’ve been riding in tuk tuks (I’ll post pictures later), eating with chopsticks, and I’ve even been to a Cambodian wedding! (not bad for just 2 days). There’s also a very evident presence of prostitution. Although we haven’t actively done any ministry yet in this area, you don’t have to look to far in the evening to see  the bars lined with girls waiting to sell themselves to the next man who wants to have a cheap thrill. Tonight I was in the tuk tuk driving back to our accommodation, and I saw one such bar. I was really tired, and in a bit of a daze, zoned out from the conversation with the others who were with me. I was simply staring into space and then the bar caught my eye. I’ve seen this kind of thing on TV, I’ve heard about it, but something hit me when I saw these girls just metres away from me. I’m going home to bed for the night. They are selling themselves again. I am safe. They are about to be violated, against their will. And what makes me any different to them? We are both women, and for that moment, on the very same street. However, our circumstances are miles apart.

I could talk about the issue of human trafficking and give you statistics, but when its right across the street from you there’s really very little to say except: “It’s just not fair. It’s just not right.” I wanted to cry.

For me, it was a reminder of why I am here. I don’t know how long I’ll be in this season for, and whilst it may not be for the rest of my life, it is for now. It’s easy to get caught up in all the organisation, and all the emails, and all the things that don’t seem like they’re the type of things that change the world. But when you see  just a glimpse into the life of someone who NEEDS FREEDOM, you realise that actually it’s the small things that will perhaps in time, change the world for these people.

So as we wait and prepare for the team to come (we will have around 20 people coming from around the world who  are potentially coming to serve long term with Iris in Cambodia) and as we pray and worship, as we cast vision over what will be, and as we make connections with people who are already on the ground here, I don’t want to forget the big picture. There are real people here, who need real freedom.

So as I head into this next week, I want to remind myself every day, WHY I’m here. I’m here because I care about the vision that God gave my friends and I wanted to help steward their dreams. I’m finding though that as I run with them, their dream is fast becoming one of my dreams too. I’m here because God brought me here, and because bringing freedom to those in captivity is HIGH on His agenda.

Thanks for reading, and please pray for us. We are all in need of much covering in prayer as we continue to step out  into the new thing that God is doing here.

Love always,

Gillian

“let heaven fall like a wrecking ball…”

Jonathan David Helser is releasing a new album next week. In the promo video, there’s a line from a new song that says,

“let heaven fall like a wrecking ball, and crush every fear within me….”

If I could sum up these last few days before heading to Cambodia, it would have to be with those words. This week, I have been, once again, blown away by the goodness of God. One week ago, I was reminding God that He was running out of time to show up and provide all the money to get me to Cambodia. All the while, God was asking me to trust Him completely, and my faith was being stretched.

Fast forward one week. I won’t bore you with the details but in the space of 5 days, almost EVERYTHING I needed was provided!!!!!!!!! I had a beautiful moment in a restaurant with 3 friends from Harvest School who had come up for our church, and I found out about some finances coming in. It would pay for the rest of my flight. I just laughed. I laughed and laughed. Because God really is so clever.

He stretches our faith, and brings us to a place of complete dependence …..and then LAVISHES us with blessings.

I was sharing in church this week. One of the points was, “What if we actually believed the Bible?” The past 5 days have shown me that when we actually believe, when we free fall into faith, our amazing Father meets us every time.

So this week, I’m heading to Cambodia, and I CAN’T WAIT. I’m so excited and expectant to see what will happen. I feel so honored to be part of helping fulfill the dreams and visions that He gave to a couple of my closest friends about 5 years ago. I’ve watched them pour their hearts and their lives into this for years, and it hasn’t been easy.

I’ve watched them hold on to their dream when everyone else thought it was pointless. I’ve watched them wait, and be patient. I’ve watched them stand in the local spar with a bucket raising pennies to try and help kids out of trafficking in Cambodia. At times, it seemed like the moment of breakthrough was never going to come.

But this week, everything is about to change. After months of planning, we are heading out to pioneer and scout out the land to get an Iris base set up there to work alongside The Mission Worldwide. About 20 potential longterm missionaries will join us for about 2 weeks of the trip, and we may see some of them move there to work full time for Iris Cambodia. Jason and Kellie are about to see their dream become a reality. I can’t believe I get to be a part of it!

This last week I’ve seen heaven fall like a wrecking ball in my life. Every fear has been crushed and I’ve been blown away by His goodness.

This coming week, and every week we are in Cambodia, I expect to see the same thing, heaven coming crashing in on the lives of Jason and Kellie, and Knoa as they see their dream come to life; in the lives of the kids who are trapped in lives of ritual prostitution; in the lives of those who are taking a step of faith and making the journey to Cambodia with the potential of moving there; in the nation of Cambodia.

That’s my heart’s cry for this season. Let it be the same in your life, wherever you are in the world.

To find out more about our work check out:

www.themissionworldwide.com, and www.iriscambodia.org

Love always

Gillian