Miles In Missions

I used to journal a lot, both before my time in Nigeria and while I lived there. My words felt raw and vulnerable, yet sharing them in my blogs gave me a sense of release. My journey—moving to Nigeria, living there, and experiencing all the challenges and triumphs—resonated with so many. I would often receive comments from readers saying how my words touched them deeply and helped them through their own struggles. 

But these days? I find myself journaling only when I’m upset or have something I need to vent about. 

For those who remember my Miles in Missions blogs, you might be wondering—what happened to it? 

Is Miles in Missions dead?

Some might say, “Well of course not, look at C.A.R.E. Africa.” Miles in Missions thrived, long before C.A.R.E. was founded. From discipling the Nigerian staff, praying with patients at the hospital, visiting orphanages to spend time with the children, to tutoring kids in my own home—it was alive and vibrant. 

This mission laid the foundation for C.A.R.E. Africa, a ministry I now have the privilege to lead as its Executive Director, helping to keep the story alive. I’m blessed with an incredible team who truly embody being the hands and feet of Christ to the kids, caregivers, and staff each day.

But what about Miles in Missions?

I have no idea what that looks like now, here in the U.S.A. Maybe it’s just working a full-time job and giving whatever is left over to others? 

How can I revive it? How can it breathe life again? I have searched for studies, for Chrisitan business and nonprofit groups, for anything that would inspire me or allow me to get involved, but so far, nothing has come. For the past six years, I’ve felt like a little girl in a children’s story, searching and searching for something she has lost. She looks everywhere—under her bed, in her closet, under rocks outside. “Jesus, are you there?” she asks. But she can’t find Him. 

I know in my heart that this isn’t true. I know He’s always with me. But after living the life I did in Nigeria, His presence feels distant here in the U.S.A.

Jesus, where are you like you were with me in Nigeria when I was driving those dangerous roads, praying for protection from kidnappers, robbers, and endless traffic jams? Where are you like you were with me in Nigeria when I was visiting neglected children and women, praying with them and helping them? Or when gunshots rang outside my doors in Jos, or when I was dealing with malaria every other month, or dealing with corrupt police when trying to run a simple errand? 

Where are you, Jesus, like you were with me in Nigeria when I was overwhelmed by corruption, loneliness, and holidays spent far away from my family?

Is Miles in Missions dead?

Without Him, I am nothing. Without Him, I can do nothing. Without Him, I cannot be His hands and feet. Miles in Missions isn’t dead, it’s just suppressed. And I want to revive it, but I can’t do it without Him. 

Lord, I’m tired of searching. Please meet me where I am. Show me how to lean on You again, like I did in Nigeria. 

Help this square peg stop trying to fit into a round hole and instead help me find the square hole You carved just for me with Your carpenter’s hands.

Lord, revive Miles in Missions for Your glory. Show the world what You can do with a willing heart that says, “Here I am, Lord. Use me.”