<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:44:53.809-07:00</updated><category term='What is YWAM and what is a DTS?'/><title type='text'>It's Just Me Again.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-6940637181745993568</id><published>2010-08-03T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:56:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy.</title><content type='html'>I have chosen to avoid updating this site because, quite frankly, I didn't like the idea of everyone reading about what I was and was not doing. I did not want to share personal stories of faith, discovery and struggles. I wanted my life to be my own, I wanted a real life back.&lt;br /&gt;  Now I'm sure the adventures have not ended (nor will they ever!), but I no longer have a fantasized idea of missions, faith, or Christianity. I understand that life, even faith, is what we chose to make of it. Life is not very predictable, and sometimes we have no choice but to have faith. God, for that matter, is for us even if we are against him. It's a humbling thought for sure, but it gives us all a better understanding of grace and even more so, love.&lt;br /&gt;  I have planned out my future a million times over: where I want to be, what I want to be doing. The fact of it all is that I have no control over tomorrow. I have today, and tomorrow will come. The only sense I can make of what to do with this fact is to take advantage of what is happening today and hope that it adds to what I want to see happen in the future.&lt;br /&gt;  So what am I doing now? I'm not in fashion school. I was accepted to a school in Toronto, and it took until the end of last summer to realize that was not where I was meant to be. My home is here, and I went around the world a few times to understand that. After a good few months of processing, I decided to pursue a degree in Business at a local university. The practical reasoning got the best of me, and I think that it was the best decision I have ever made. It made sense to have knowledge in a subject that would open up more opportunities locally, and internationally than any fashion program would. Yes, of course I admire those who are talented enough to make careers out of fashion design, but it is simply not for me. It took two years of studying Kinesiology, three years of travel and missions, and one long summer at home to realize that I am to be here in Abbotsford, studying business. Come September, I will be into my second year of my degree, and soon I will have to decide as to what concentration I would like to pursue (marketing, financial management, accounting, or human resources). I'll sort that out, once the time comes. As long as I am keeping my grades up, I'll be keeping my options open. Sometimes the courses are dry, and I begin to question all the decisions I have made: I begin to feel old and a failure. The doubts pass with time, the motivation returns, and then I begin to enjoy the challenge of doing something I never thought I would do!&lt;br /&gt;  I must say that it's not the education, or knowledge that makes my life what it is right now. It's the smaller details. &lt;br /&gt;  For one, I am living in an affordable community housing project for students and young adults. There are twenty-three of us living in a renovated inn. We care for each other like family: I have a chance to live with some incredible people.  &lt;br /&gt;  Two, is that I am close to family here. I didn't realize how important this was until I had it once again in my life. I have some time to get to know my birth family (see my little brothers grow up and build a friendship with my birth mom). I get time to visit my parents, and even though I work a boring job at a lawyer's office, I get to see my mom almost every day. I was able to meet my birth dad and his family since being here, and I love that we can keep in touch. &lt;br /&gt;  Three, is that I am close to friends here once again: I was able to see a couple of my best friends get married over the last year. I can go for coffee with those who are close, I can be there for those who need me, and I have those who are there for me. &lt;br /&gt;  Four, is that I am training once again, but this time to be a lightweight rower. As a child I always dreamt of playing a sport for a university team, and now I am actually able to. I absolutely love the challenge of it and the people I train with. I have the chance to train over the next three years and I will be sad the day it will end. I guess I'll just have to pick up another sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Life has it's ups and downs, it's complications and excitements, but for the first time in a long time I am at peace with who I am and with the life I live. I am blessed with these days that have passed, and the days to come. I love the people I have met along the way, and am excited for the ones I have yet to. I know my education will be put to use one day, and that all my experiences, local and international, will make sense. My faith is no longer a show, no longer a routine or a position, but a part of what makes me, me: I hope that my actions reflect my beliefs. I will put as much effort as I can afford into all that is here and now, and look forward to what tomorrow brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-6940637181745993568?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/6940637181745993568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=6940637181745993568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6940637181745993568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6940637181745993568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2010/08/joy.html' title='Joy.'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-6088935797254422855</id><published>2009-05-04T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:01:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home at last</title><content type='html'>In the craziness of the past few months, I have failed to really record all that I have seen and experienced. I feel like it still will take quite some time to fully grasp all of it, but just to get the details down might help me to write more descriptively in the future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I returned from Australia a few weeks ago and now am going to be home for a while. It's a hard transition to make when you go from being here, there and everywhere, to considering life in the "real" world. I now understand why people travel and then cannot stop. There is a world out there, and no matter where you go, there are new people to meet and all complete with amazing testimonies. The human race is an incredible creation and we can withstand some of the cruelest parts of life, and yet are still able to experience intense moments of joy, gratitude and contemptment. It's hard to describe the deepest darkest places I have seen and experienced and feel completely overwhelmed, because in every dark place the light still exists. Behind every sad story, we are left with a daughter, mother, father or a son. We are left with someone who still smiles, plays like an ordinary child, shares affection and has an ability to love and an ability to believe something so much more than the world itself. Behind every tragedy there are still dreams. So as much as my heart breaks for the suffering, I rejoice in the bits of His Kingdom on this earth.&lt;br /&gt; I read this book while on my last trip Thailand and Cambodia and the writer, Henry Nouwen, seemed to summarize my chaotic thoughts in a far better way than I could ever try. He writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What if our history does not prove to be a blind impersonal sequence of events over which we have no control, but rather reveals to us a guiding hand pointing to a personal encounter in which all our hopes and aspirations will reach their fulfillment?&lt;br /&gt; Then our life would indeed be a different life because then fate becomes opporunity, wounds a warning and paralysis an invitation to search for deeper sources of vitality. Then we can look for hope in the middle of crying cities, burning hospitals and desperate parents and children. Then we can cast off the temptation of despair and speak about the fertile tree while witnessing the dying of the seed. Then indeed we can break out of the prison of an anonymous series of events and listen to the God of history who speaks to us in the center of our solitude and respond to his ever new call for conversion. (Reaching Out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What if we failed in our call to hope for the hopeless? What if we failed in recognizing Him in any place? It's easy to fail: it's an overwhelming task and takes quite a large amount of time to process the needs of this world, but all the same, we are still called to be His hands and feet. Within that, we find all the strength we will ever need, and never will we be placed in a situation that is more than we can handle. So with all that said: within recognition, truth is born. Within truth comes a selfless love. Within love, responsibility is recognized. Within love and responsibility, we are strengthened to persevere. Then, above all, within perseverence, there is always hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-6088935797254422855?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/6088935797254422855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=6088935797254422855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6088935797254422855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6088935797254422855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-at-last.html' title='home at last'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-7589614274368550380</id><published>2009-02-03T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:20:51.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures from Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBS0NsqAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/crPDmZAMugs/s1600-h/amanda+and+DR+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBS0NsqAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/crPDmZAMugs/s200/amanda+and+DR+kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838228087646210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBSyygOMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7KsFCVhe-VE/s1600-h/destiny+rescue+(me+and+little+girl).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBSyygOMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7KsFCVhe-VE/s200/destiny+rescue+(me+and+little+girl).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838227705149634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBS8v_XbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pN5qHqaTWfo/s1600-h/temple+thailand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBS8v_XbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pN5qHqaTWfo/s200/temple+thailand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838230378962354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBSuhnR6I/AAAAAAAAALw/pb3hP7ITX-k/s1600-h/mudtruckers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBSuhnR6I/AAAAAAAAALw/pb3hP7ITX-k/s200/mudtruckers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838226560567202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBStRwu2I/AAAAAAAAALo/vsKbQFHtIno/s1600-h/love+pic+with+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBStRwu2I/AAAAAAAAALo/vsKbQFHtIno/s200/love+pic+with+team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298838226225642338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-7589614274368550380?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/7589614274368550380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=7589614274368550380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/7589614274368550380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/7589614274368550380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-pictures-from-thailand.html' title='some pictures from Thailand'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYlBS0NsqAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/crPDmZAMugs/s72-c/amanda+and+DR+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-2825357264291212569</id><published>2009-02-03T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:49:45.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Giving Up</title><content type='html'>I know that once you read these three words, your first thought is to fight me on it. I can tell you that this is my reasoning…&lt;br /&gt;“God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.  He chose the lowly things of the world and the despised things- and the things that are not- to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him” (1 Cor 1:27-29). &lt;br /&gt; I have fought on my own for too long, and even done this ministry by myself,  in my own attempt to change the world. Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost the concept that it was His idea in the first place. I have been reading through the gospel in an attempt to “figure” out this life and the reasoning behind it. Time and time again Jesus talks about the heart. A man murders even he wishes someone to die. Adultery happens even at one lustful glance. It’s so obvious (now) that it’s not about what we do and don’t do, God looks at the heart. He wants to know that no matter where you are, no matter what you are doing, that you are willing to draw close: you long to know Him more, to love him more. Following in obedience starts with our attitude. You see, we are not the ones who are going to change the world, He is. It’s not about what we have to offer, what we can do. It’s about whether we are willing to be a part of what He is already doing.&lt;br /&gt; I know that God is moving in some big ways to fight against sex trafficking. I know that He has given me a heart for it. I know that I will always fight for the cause, but now I’m giving up in trying to do it on my own. I will do my best to pass on the vision and the passion, but it’s up to Him to change it. I cannot try to figure out where I will be in  ten years, I can only see what He has for me here and now. I want to be a part of where He is moving.&lt;br /&gt; I have applied to a couple of colleges to study fashion design for a couple of years, so that is what I am working towards next. I will hopefully start in the fall of 2009. I will find out from the one I am most interested in, in the next couple of weeks. Please be praying. I hope to be able to travel to Thailand a few times while I am studying (God willing) to be able to meet with the rescued girls we will be working with. Our hope is to get a good start on a simple clothing line by next year.&lt;br /&gt; I know now to hold these plans with an open hand because I no longer want to live for me, because this is His plan after all. I want to be ready and willing to go where He wants. Besides all that, I don’t think that I could design clothes on my own!&lt;br /&gt; One thing that I do know, is that I will be home at the beginning of April to spend time with my best friend before she gets married. I have a peace about going home this time, to be with the ones I love and actually “be” at home this time. I cannot tell you exactly what happens after that. I must trust as I learn to follow Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-2825357264291212569?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/2825357264291212569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=2825357264291212569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/2825357264291212569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/2825357264291212569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-giving-up.html' title='I&apos;m Giving Up'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-1374284634860010461</id><published>2009-02-03T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:08:37.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYk-6xrBt4I/AAAAAAAAALg/MIx6oe0x7Dg/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYk-6xrBt4I/AAAAAAAAALg/MIx6oe0x7Dg/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298835616065238914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYk-6nu9b1I/AAAAAAAAALY/2yQ2wIWM4r0/s1600-h/my+broken+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYk-6nu9b1I/AAAAAAAAALY/2yQ2wIWM4r0/s200/my+broken+foot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298835613397380946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wrote on my blog I was confident in thinking that I had it all figured out. That in itself, I should have taken as a sign that I really had no clue! I have been in Australia now for two weeks and have not been able to put weight on my leg for three weeks. I wish that I could sit here and tell you that the pain has gone: sometimes it’s worse and sometimes it’s better. I wish that I could sit here and tell you that I have found all the reasons for why it all happened. Yes, I have had my venting times with God playing the good ol‘ blame game and doubting what He‘s doing. Due to my pride and stubbornness, I have suffered in silence, not wanting anyone to take pity. &lt;br /&gt; “I can do this on my own,” is something I keep telling myself. Now I know that it’s such a lie and I have been telling myself this most of my life. I preach trust, I want to walk in faith, I say that I am dependent on God. Now I have come to realize, that for the most part I have been doing it all by myself. He will tell me something clearly and then I will just run with it, thinking that I have it all together and I know what I am doing. In all honesty, I’m just like everyone else, running this race thinking that only the strongest survive. Pride, I have found, is the biggest snare. Now my only wish is to shrug it off. &lt;br /&gt; A couple of weeks before I broke my leg, I read a story about a girl who ran away from home when she was a young teenager and ended up living on the streets. She was so down and out, and yet never thought about going home for years. She slept on the streets, ate from the trash and got hung up on drugs. She was so disgusted with where she was that she felt like she could not go home. Finally, at a last attempt to clean up her life, she bought a ticket to New York and had a fifteen minute stop in her home town. She called her parents and left a message on their machine saying that she would stop only for fifteen minutes and if they were there, she would come home. She fought her thoughts the whole way, wondering if they even got the message, whether they would be there, and if they were, what would she say? When she arrived at the bus stop and not only were her parents there, but her entire family. Brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents were all there to surprise her and welcome her home. &lt;br /&gt; I don’t know why, but this story broke my heart. How long had I been running for? How long have I hid behind all the things that I do, and never stopped once to think that perhaps I was on the wrong track, perhaps I was not even willing to hear yes or no anymore. After reading this story, I asked God to help me to stop running. Ha, I guess I just did not expect that it would mean that  I would literally stop running! &lt;br /&gt; One of the reasons I can conclude to being here, is to get a real look at me, underneath the pride, the things I do, and underneath the walls I have put up around the real me. It’s messy underneath, but for once I am becoming comfortable in my own skin, in my own thoughts. I am humbled, and yet God is completely using it to strengthen me once again.&lt;br /&gt;“You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; you do not take pleasure in burnt offerings. The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise” &lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 51: 16-17). &lt;br /&gt; I am learning to praise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-1374284634860010461?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/1374284634860010461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=1374284634860010461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1374284634860010461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1374284634860010461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-new-perspective.html' title='Another New Perspective'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SYk-6xrBt4I/AAAAAAAAALg/MIx6oe0x7Dg/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-6161963437933930589</id><published>2008-10-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:23:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His plan....her vision...my commitment</title><content type='html'>I wish that I could type out a precise detailed plan of what I have committed to, but at the moment I cannot. &lt;br /&gt; Since my time in Thailand and Cambodia, God has only grown my heart for the women caught in sex trafficking and prostitution. Just last week I was sure that God wanted me to surrender my heart for them and so I committed seven weeks in Darwin instead of my selfish want to go to Thailand and Cambodia. Evidently God had it planned for me to take a team there this whole time. I guess in giving, we receive.&lt;br /&gt; On this base I am not the only one who has a heart for the women caught in it all. Catrina Pennington (another staff on base), an advocate for Destiny Rescue, has been praying about what she could possibly do to take a step in seeing this trade stopped. God gave her a vision to start a clothing company. Since it was such a big vision, she wanted confirmation. She felt like she was supposed to make herself a dress (she doesn't even know how to sew) and if she succeeded than God wanted her to take a hold of this vision. There was success and so a new ministry has birthed here on the base.&lt;br /&gt; Destiny Rescue already has a sewing factory In Thailand which employs women coming out of prostitution and so, currently, it would just be a matter of having patterns and samples to take over there to start a simple fair trade clothing line. Catrina would like to have a line out by 2010. Now it all sounds elementary, but the vision is much bigger than we can even dream and this is just the beginning. Eventually, she wants to see the clothing line have it's own factory in Thailand (possibly more than one location, or even different countries) where the women coming out of prostitution will be employed. This would mean the possibility of having housing for the women, restoration counselling, christian fellowship, and english lessons, and so much more. The plan is to open stores worldwide to sell the products, but also to create global awareness. &lt;br /&gt; God had been working on our hearts separately, and now I am excited to say that I will be partnering with her vision. I had been asking God what I could do to see this trade demolished and the world to be aware of it. I had ideas of using business for missions (like Nightlight Ministry), but no specifics. I was just trusting that God would just reveal to me my direction. Then one day in lectures, Catrina shared her vision for the clothing line. I was so moved and excited about it I felt like I was going to be ill!&lt;br /&gt; So now what? I will be returning to Thailand to work with some of the same ministries in December, but also to do some scouting for this ministry yet again in June (after my return from seeing my best friend get married). I will be studying fashion design here in Australia most likely beginning next year, and weeding through all the details with Catrina, and Natalie (student from Germany). It is a long term commitment, but I have such a peace and incredible excitement about it all.&lt;br /&gt; God is faithful, and nothing goes without reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-6161963437933930589?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/6161963437933930589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=6161963437933930589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6161963437933930589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6161963437933930589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/his-planher-visionmy-commitment.html' title='His plan....her vision...my commitment'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-1010423096824754953</id><published>2008-10-23T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:50:53.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just when we think we have it all figured out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SQVkoVkospI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nWwJWWgtz8I/s1600-h/outreach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SQVkoVkospI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nWwJWWgtz8I/s200/outreach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261722383800644242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SQVkoaSpbOI/AAAAAAAAALI/6BTJ2BSkWP4/s1600-h/serious+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SQVkoaSpbOI/AAAAAAAAALI/6BTJ2BSkWP4/s200/serious+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261722385067371746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we announced the outreach locations to the DTS. I had planned on taking a team to Darwin, Australia to work with the aboriginals there for seven weeks. We gave a brief summary of all the outreach locations (Indonesia, Thailand/Cambodia, Vanuatu, Australia) and asked the students to pray for fifteen minutes as to where they wanted to go. Only two signed up for Darwin and I was so crushed! There was far too many people on the other teams, and so the idea was to approach students individually about joining the team over the next couple of days. Eventually, the outreach became the long running joke on the base and I was so incredibly discouraged. By the fourth day, taking into consideration a few situations, we went back to the drawing board. I decided that I would take an all girls team back to Thailand and Cambodia for the seven weeks. So the next day we pulled all the girls aside, and I shared my heart and vision for working with women caught in sex trafficking and asked them to consider joining the team. Yesterday, we finalized the teams, and the outreach drama was over. &lt;br /&gt; There are five of us girls in total; Jacqueline (Canada), Amanda (USA), Maria T (Finland), Maria K (Denmark), and me! They are all such amazing girls and I know God already has been working in their hearts for this kind of ministry. I just pray that God will be already sppeaking to us exactly how He wants to use us there.&lt;br /&gt; Now that I am more aware of what goes on in Thailand and Cambodia, I will be more careful in my planning, but I would love to be able to work with some of the same ministries as previously. It is never easy taking a team over there, but obviously it was God's will that I was to go once again. I thought I had it all sorted out and heard God in going to Darwin, but God had different plans. I do look forward to what He is going to do there this time around, and it will be amazing to see the same women again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-1010423096824754953?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/1010423096824754953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=1010423096824754953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1010423096824754953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1010423096824754953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-when-we-think-we-have-it-all.html' title='just when we think we have it all figured out...'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SQVkoVkospI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nWwJWWgtz8I/s72-c/outreach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-1124968449972353252</id><published>2008-10-10T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:28:50.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2008 DTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8EDqoZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Flm_8DfA9Z4/s1600-h/n808349427_1394606_3691%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8EDqoZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Flm_8DfA9Z4/s200/n808349427_1394606_3691%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255423751194539218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8EDrb9ppI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5UaivK56trg/s1600-h/n808349427_1394605_3334%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8EDrb9ppI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5UaivK56trg/s200/n808349427_1394605_3334%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255423751410787986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8ED7xHgsI/AAAAAAAAALA/I3drvcDa8kI/s1600-h/n808349427_1394395_8818%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8ED7xHgsI/AAAAAAAAALA/I3drvcDa8kI/s200/n808349427_1394395_8818%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255423755794481858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...so I know that I have skipped quite a bit of time, but I am trying to bring you all up to current time! Right now I am co-leading a DTS with Ryan Kirk. There are 29 students (from Norway, USA, Finland, Denmark, Sweden, and Canada) and twelve staff in total. We have just finished our first week of lectures and next week the speaker will speak on Hearing the Voice of God. &lt;br /&gt; Yesterday everyone finished sharing their testimonies and I know that it has brought us a bit closer. I know we are all going to be growing a lot closer over the next eleven weeks as we journey through this course together. I was left with a heavy heart after hearing everyone's testimonies because it made me realize that it is getting harder and harder to be a kid (whatever that means) these days. To hear personal accounts of such cruelty, doubt, confusion, and heartache, makes it so much more real. I know for a fact that God is going to move in such a massive way this school through everyone's lives. I know that I know that I know that God will meet every single one of the students where they are at. So with all that said, even though there is a lot of brokenness, I am excited for all that He is going to do. Above all, I know that this school has nothing to do with me, nor the staff. I know that everything that happens from here on out is all Him, and to Him I give the glory. &lt;br /&gt; So please pray for strength to continue to obey, for energy to choose to seek what He wants, for wisdom to know what is of the world versus what is Him, for patience in waiting expectantly for Him to move, for understanding that everything is about Him, and for restoration in times of rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-1124968449972353252?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/1124968449972353252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=1124968449972353252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1124968449972353252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1124968449972353252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-2008-dts.html' title='October 2008 DTS'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO8EDqoZ9NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Flm_8DfA9Z4/s72-c/n808349427_1394606_3691%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-973294540208061059</id><published>2008-10-09T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T00:02:08.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanny's Orphanage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xArQBlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8_z4VaHS2-c/s1600-h/May+07+2008+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xArQBlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8_z4VaHS2-c/s200/May+07+2008+085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415734113142354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xWONbXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oUsm32jw88o/s1600-h/May+08+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xWONbXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/oUsm32jw88o/s200/May+08+2008+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415739896917362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xubUtyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5dbasjvAOT0/s1600-h/May+08+2008+119-+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xubUtyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/5dbasjvAOT0/s200/May+08+2008+119-+(16).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255415746394371874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanny's Orphanage is located over an hour outside of Battambong and is one of the most incredible ministries I have seen. Vanny runs it with his wife, and they have a two year old girl (Rebekah). It is fully run by faith, meaning that all that they have has been donated to them, and they rely on God for all that they need. The kids interact as if they one large family. Their faith is incredible and makes me feel weak in comparison. They go to school either in the morning or afternoon, and worship and learn about God twice a day. Vanny asked us to run kids programs for the times when the kids were not in school. The girls and I loved those kids and I am sure that we learnt more from them than they did from us! We were also able to bless them financially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-973294540208061059?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/973294540208061059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=973294540208061059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/973294540208061059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/973294540208061059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/vanny-orphanage.html' title='Vanny&apos;s Orphanage'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO78xArQBlI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8_z4VaHS2-c/s72-c/May+07+2008+085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-5765083239849929024</id><published>2008-10-09T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:59:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Rescue: the women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u0jBNsLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5zWC0Ds5xVE/s1600-h/Apr+23+2008+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u0jBNsLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5zWC0Ds5xVE/s200/Apr+23+2008+040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255400401708888242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u1ptk7EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/woWtO19Ogwo/s1600-h/Apr+23+2008+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u1ptk7EI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/woWtO19Ogwo/s200/Apr+23+2008+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255400420685442114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u1hQoO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pd9sSbiT75g/s1600-h/Apr+23+2008+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u1hQoO9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Pd9sSbiT75g/s200/Apr+23+2008+052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255400418416540626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u2vjOxmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KEU3QHuKOkE/s1600-h/Apr+23+2008+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u2vjOxmI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KEU3QHuKOkE/s200/Apr+23+2008+059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255400439432529506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u2w-oTfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dcciWPcQL4o/s1600-h/Apr+23+2008+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u2w-oTfI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dcciWPcQL4o/s200/Apr+23+2008+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255400439815884274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the book "The Road of Lost Innocence" (Somaly Mam), and it left my heart so heavy. The book is about a Cambodian village women who was sold into prostitution as a child. The book tells in detail her personal experience of being sold from brothel to brothel, and her eventual freedom from it. Her past spurred her on to see a change, and so she founded a rescue home for battered women and children in prostitution seeking freedom. &lt;br /&gt;The book put my time in Phnom Penh into perspective. It gave a first hand account of what the culture was, and is. It made me come to a better understanding of why the people are the way they are. Everyone is afraid, and hope has seemed to have lost it's way into the culture. Everyone lives, not for the sake of life itself, but just to get by. To look to the past means to relive the pain of the devastation, and there is no use in hoping in a better future. Therefore, it is obvious when you are there, that everyone is numb. &lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the women we worked with in the slum villages. Not only have they had to deal with the genocide, they are known as trash. Beauty seems impossible, and they are so hard. They were incredibly shy and hard to approach at first, but it was amazing to see Pat Frost and how close she had grown to the women. Cambodians are such kind people, always willing to give, and I assume at one time they were so trusting. I say it was amazing to see Pat with the women, because they trusted her, they admired her. &lt;br /&gt;We decided to do a worthy women's program with the women so that they may know that their worth in Christ. So in each village, we did their hair and make-up, washed their feet, painted their nails, dressed them in rented traditional Khmer dress, took their pictures, and shared a message. I was able to share with them the story of the Ragman (an analogy of the resurrection story, which I recommend to all of you reading). The women were so proud when we took their pictures, and some even cried when we put on their make-up. &lt;br /&gt;The second program was simply to teach them a skill. We bought some supplies so that they could put together some simple hair accessories. Through it, Pat was able to assess their ability, and going to start teaching those who were skilled how to make paper jewelery to sell to a buyer in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;We live in an incredibly cruel world, but I have hope in it's transformation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-5765083239849929024?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/5765083239849929024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=5765083239849929024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5765083239849929024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5765083239849929024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/destiny-rescue-women.html' title='Destiny Rescue: the women'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7u0jBNsLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5zWC0Ds5xVE/s72-c/Apr+23+2008+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-3601537443263633684</id><published>2008-10-09T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:03:35.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Rescue: the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hu7HwbKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fHfEkStYsPE/s1600-h/Apr+24+2008+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hu7HwbKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fHfEkStYsPE/s200/Apr+24+2008+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386011448405154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hvP-lzJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l7L6x9zb9vo/s1600-h/Apr+24+2008+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hvP-lzJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/l7L6x9zb9vo/s200/Apr+24+2008+055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386017047104658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hvKUo80I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rrX4KgtkRmw/s1600-h/Apr+24+2008+487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hvKUo80I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rrX4KgtkRmw/s200/Apr+24+2008+487.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386015528973122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hvabuujI/AAAAAAAAAJY/i23QXXR8Oic/s1600-h/Apr+28+2008+317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hvabuujI/AAAAAAAAAJY/i23QXXR8Oic/s200/Apr+28+2008+317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255386019853679154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran three kids programs in three different villages. It was hot, and the days were long, but the kids were amazing. We shared the story of creation, and the full gospel message. We gave them the opportunity to draw pictures, sing songs, and play games. We presented the gospel in as many creative ways as possible: through dance, stories, games, songs, and even a puppet show. We had so much fun, and it was incredible to see the kids response to it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-3601537443263633684?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/3601537443263633684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=3601537443263633684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/3601537443263633684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/3601537443263633684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/destiny-rescue-kids.html' title='Destiny Rescue: the kids'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7hu7HwbKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fHfEkStYsPE/s72-c/Apr+24+2008+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-8804942369818790158</id><published>2008-10-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:07:52.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7i3k6bS0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TEEUZHMAlHQ/s1600-h/Apr+24+2008+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7i3k6bS0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TEEUZHMAlHQ/s200/Apr+24+2008+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255387259617364802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7i3tzRKGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uFlyBG584vI/s1600-h/DSC04777_(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7i3tzRKGI/AAAAAAAAAJo/uFlyBG584vI/s200/DSC04777_(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255387262003259490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was first determining what country to take an outreach team to, Destiny Rescue(DR) was one of the first ministries I had heard about in Cambodia. One of the staff members on base was a representative for them and was able to give me some contacts. I informed them that I would be going to Phnom Penh with an all girls team and we just wanted to be of service wherever they needed it. At the same time, Pat Frost (responsible for DR in three slum villages in Phnom Penh), had emailed a representative in Australia asking for a team to share the gospel in the villages. They had been working in the villages as a mercy ministry offering medical and financial help through a sponsorship program. In one of the villages they ran a daycare. They told us that most, if not all, the people we would be working with had never heard the gospel. Pat also shared with me that the women that she works with suffered from low self esteem. They are all trash collectors and each day they search the streets for trash yelling out the Khmer word for "trash". This is what everyone else calls them.&lt;br /&gt;We decided that the best approach to get the message across would be to run kids programs sharing a simplified version of the gospel(which is actually incredibly hard to simplify). Our hope was that during the gospel presentation to the kids, their parents would want to come and find out what was going on as well. This was our ticket into building relationships with the women.&lt;br /&gt;Destiny Rescue is known for it's efforts in stopping the trafficking of children into the sex trade, but also has supporting ministries throughout Southeast Asia. To find out more about this amazing ministry check out their website at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.destinyrescue.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-8804942369818790158?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/8804942369818790158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=8804942369818790158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8804942369818790158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8804942369818790158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/destiny-rescue.html' title='Destiny Rescue'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7i3k6bS0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TEEUZHMAlHQ/s72-c/Apr+24+2008+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-4017277830791394133</id><published>2008-10-09T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:12:58.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFYKVCjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cVyWIIi2Yik/s1600-h/Copy+of+Apr+18+2008+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFYKVCjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cVyWIIi2Yik/s200/Copy+of+Apr+18+2008+222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373203061410354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFtsxABI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EgfO9RmNJmU/s1600-h/DSC04722_(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFtsxABI/AAAAAAAAAIo/EgfO9RmNJmU/s200/DSC04722_(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373208842993682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFmRMUUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6ORYVQpINFU/s1600-h/DSC04833_(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFmRMUUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/6ORYVQpINFU/s200/DSC04833_(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373206848295234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WF8jQSzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mqSvryxc8UI/s1600-h/DSC04752_(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WF8jQSzI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mqSvryxc8UI/s200/DSC04752_(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255373212829633330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambodia was a bit of a shock to the system coming from the well-westernized parts of Thailand and all the comforts that come along with them. We arrived in Phnom Penh, which is a whole lot smaller than Bangkok or Pattaya, so much so that the taxi driver knew the exact guesthouse where we would be staying. The city is incredibly polluted, with twice the amount of mopeds covering the streets and garbage seeming to fill up the remaining space. It smelt bad, it was hot, and there was no escape from any of it. &lt;br /&gt;It was obvious that the city was still recovering from it's loss. If some of you have no idea what happened in Cambodia, or need a bit of a refresher, I will give you a bit of a summary so that you may have a better understanding of the culture.&lt;br /&gt;In 1975, the Khmer Rouge (KR0, in a matter of days, forced 2 million people out the city because of bomb threats coming from America. They were made to leave without taking anything more than they could carry. The Khmer Rouge were a hierarchy of communist leaders schooled in France on the principles of Karl Marx and Stalin. They recruited from poor villages where the promise of food and clothing would be provided in exchange for their loyalty. They brainwashed them and tortured them, as methods of training. It was their plan all along to develop an entire farming community so that the KR could use the rice as currency to buy weapons from Russia and China. Those who were not able to make it out of Phnom Penh, such as those in the hospitals, were killed. Also the KR came to the conclusion that those of any higher education or societal standing, would be a threat to the group. Therefore those who were doctors and teachers, those who spoke a second language, etc. were taken to the killing fields just outside the city. You could even lose your life for wearing a pair of glasses. The KR kept an account and picture of every person they killed, including the reasoning behind the execution. It was estimated that 1.5 million people were killed, in other words, an entire generation was wiped out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-4017277830791394133?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/4017277830791394133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=4017277830791394133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/4017277830791394133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/4017277830791394133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/cambodia.html' title='Cambodia'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SO7WFYKVCjI/AAAAAAAAAIg/cVyWIIi2Yik/s72-c/Copy+of+Apr+18+2008+222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-1510050505557290556</id><published>2008-10-02T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:08:12.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightlight Ministry Bangkok</title><content type='html'>Annie Dieselberg founded the Nightlight Ministry that reaches to sexually exploited women and children in Bangkok. We were blessed to be able to see her vision and heart to see an end to the sex trade. &lt;br /&gt; Nightlight is a ministry that offers women in prostitution a way out by making and selling jewelery, learning English, and offering business classes. They offer women housing and each nightlight employee is required to attend a church/worship service every morning. The people involved in the ministry visit the bars located in Nana Plaza (one of the red light districts in Bangkok) and build relationships with the women in the strip bars. &lt;br /&gt; I have never been in a strip bar before, and so all of us received a bit of a shock when we first walked in! It was incredibly sad to see so many girls, and with such blank looks on their faces. I know that they must have thought completely wrong throughts of who we were when we walked in. &lt;br /&gt; The amazing thing to see was the women from nightlight ministry knew a lot of these girls in the bars, and the girls immediately tranformed once they saw them. They were so receiving and exciting to meet us once they knew who we were with. I saw immediate hope, and that was a blessing. We shared with them about Nightlight and their options.&lt;br /&gt; We wanted to do what would be the most help to them and their ministry and they asked us to run kids programs for the children of the employees at nightlight. So for a couple of weeks we shared the gospel with the kids, played with them, even joined in the nap time! A couple nights a week we would go into the strip bars with Annie and her crew and build relationships with the girls in the bars.  &lt;br /&gt; I love this ministry and so if you would like to check out more about it, read stories, or even buy some jewelery off their website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     www.nightlightbangkok.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-1510050505557290556?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/1510050505557290556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=1510050505557290556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1510050505557290556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1510050505557290556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/nightlight-ministry-bangkok.html' title='Nightlight Ministry Bangkok'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-1015610971119673347</id><published>2008-10-02T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:45:37.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tamar Centre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVTQAl3sI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z0E65lCjuag/s1600-h/tamar+centre+eng+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVTQAl3sI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z0E65lCjuag/s200/tamar+centre+eng+class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252768698345053890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVTheTMzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ezUaNQAzTHw/s1600-h/tamar+centre%3B+the+bbq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVTheTMzI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ezUaNQAzTHw/s200/tamar+centre%3B+the+bbq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252768703033062194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVT99KFEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jC_I3xegDQw/s1600-h/tamar+centre...the+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVT99KFEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jC_I3xegDQw/s200/tamar+centre...the+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252768710678680642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ministries we worked with was the Tamar Centre. It is a centre that offers prostitutes a way out of the trade by training them in card-making, coffee shop, hairdressing, bakery and English lessons. They run a bible study three times a week, and church on a Sunday. It also offers housing if the girl really is in need of shelter. Three times a week they offer free English lessons to the women from the bars- this is the open door. The women in the bars speak little or no English, and believe that if they are able to speak English they would have a better chance of getting a foreign "boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do? We went with some of the people from the Tamar Centre on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays into the bars all around Pattaya creating relationship with the women and inviting them to the free English lessons. Three times a week we would sit with the women in the class and help them learn the language, but also build relationships. Thai women are incredibly beautiful and have such pure hearts. They are so sweet. I see why it is so easy to take advantage of them: they are such a giving people with a heart to please. We became good friends with the regulars, and the girls on the team loved it.&lt;br /&gt;We were brainstorming as to how we could show the centre to more women, and we decided on an idea. We decided that we were going to each buy a girl (so six girls in total) for the evening from one of the local bars. So we did just that, and it took a while to convince the women to come with us (yes it was a bit awkward because they did not understand our intention). We each had a translator and we brought the six girls out to a BBQ buffet to just let them escape the trade for a few hours and to share with them their worth. It was incredibly fun to get to know them and they were so appreciative of what we were doing, they actually found it really hard to receive (which breaks my heart). Just listening to their stories was enough to break any one's heart. Some had husbands who had left them, and so it was their responsibility to care for their kids and their families back home. They wanted to send their kids to school. Some shared about the foreign boyfriends who broke their hearts. They shared about how they were waiting for their fairytale ending with a foreign rich man. One of the girls was engaged to a man from Chicago and yet she was still working in the bar. The most influential thing they said was that no one had ever done anything like that for them before. They called us "beams of light," and all we did was simply take them out to dinner. Some of them went straight home that night, but some of them returned to work. &lt;br /&gt;Two of them came to the centre the next day, and on our last day there, those same two joined us in church. I do not know where they stand today, but I trust that God has already begun His work in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I saw the tears of the oppressed- and they had no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors- and they have no comforter. And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive. But better than both is he who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun." -Ecclesiastes 4:1-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-1015610971119673347?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/1015610971119673347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=1015610971119673347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1015610971119673347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1015610971119673347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/tamar-centre.html' title='The Tamar Centre'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWVTQAl3sI/AAAAAAAAAII/Z0E65lCjuag/s72-c/tamar+centre+eng+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-8501194956409003919</id><published>2008-10-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:10:38.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattaya: let me open your eyes a bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWM8HL8w1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EtKpENTqXTk/s1600-h/pattaya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWM8HL8w1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EtKpENTqXTk/s200/pattaya.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252759504746758994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the time people talk about how beautiful Thailand is, and one day I would like to believe that. I am sure at one stage in history, this country contained such beauty with it's mix of cultures and landscapes. However, now I fear that this is not what Thailand is mostly known for. Sex tourism makes up a large percentage of the economy in Thailand, pushing it out of it's third world country statis. Men from all over the world come for a couple of weeks at a time because the women are beautiful and cheap to buy.&lt;br /&gt; Pattaya is not only famous for it's large population of Thai prostitutes, but has become a hot spot for sex traffiking of women from all over the world by people of higher influences (larger global crime circles). Women from poorer European countries (ie-Russia, Moldova), Vietnam, Cambodia, Africa, etc, can be seen on the streets with their pimps nearby. This trade has become the third largest global crime issue and is closely associated with the drug trade. Also, the local authorities support a lot of the trade by being paid for protection.  &lt;br /&gt; Why? I know, I asked myself many times as to why these women would sometimes willingly sell themselves to these men. No one simply choses to be used. I just could not understand how the whole thing became "okay."&lt;br /&gt; Let me open your eyes a bit....&lt;br /&gt; One of the ladies we did ministry with informed me that all of it has a lot to do with the culture and religious influence. Their culture holds family in the highest regard. In other words, to shame your family is the worst possible thing to do. Because the men are almost worshipped there, the women are responsible for caring for her intermediate family and her parents. Once a Thai (or Khmer) girl is married, she are now that man's property and he can do whatever he pleases with her. Men sometimes put their wives into prostitution because they know that this is the highest paying trade. A lot of the women we talked with in Pattaya came to the city with hopes of getting a highly paid job, and the only job that she can find that will support all of her family is prostitution. Of course most of the time, if the family knew that she prostituting herself, it would bring the family so much shame. A lot of the time, the employers would use this as blackmail to keep their girls employed. The girls are owing a debt to their employer as soon as they begin working for them and usually have to sleep with a certain amount of men each day in order to pay off the debt and support their families. The employer, then can threaten to tell her family if she wants to quit. Therefore, most of these women are just waiting for their foreign prince to fall for them and pay off their debts, support their family and offer them a "better" life. Those are the women that we met in Pattaya.     &lt;br /&gt; I did not know most of this information before going, and so I was completely naieve going into it all. I felt like we simply were tourists visiting a country in hopes of making a difference, and sharing a hope in which we hold. And although we did not see a nation change, or even a city, our eyes were opened to such a darkness in this world that most turn a blind eye to. I was completely overwhelmed with it, and every time I saw an old white man with a young Thai girl, I thought that I was going to be sick. Something I have learnt is that we cannot make a difference on this earth without starting with a single person. To see such a nation change we must recognize the individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-8501194956409003919?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/8501194956409003919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=8501194956409003919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8501194956409003919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8501194956409003919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/pattaya-let-me-open-your-eyes-bit.html' title='Pattaya: let me open your eyes a bit...'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOWM8HL8w1I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/EtKpENTqXTk/s72-c/pattaya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-4484845969374695129</id><published>2008-10-01T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:14:51.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand: now that I have seen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOV__NxEmoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lSCqrma9AEs/s1600-h/walking+street+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOV__NxEmoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lSCqrma9AEs/s200/walking+street+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252745264401521282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did we do there? I know that is the question everyone tends to ask first. I will go on to share with you the details, but I want everyone to be interested in knowing something. My heart is not to just have you pat us on the back and say "what a good job you guys did," "it must have been hard," or "I admire you more." If those are your thoughts as you come away from reading this, then you have missed the point. I want people to have a better understanding of what actually happens in this world, and to develop a heart to partner with me to see it change. &lt;br /&gt; This post is most likely going to be the hardest one to talk about, so please just bare with me. I found that if you ask for God to break your heart for the nations, you have no idea what you are really asking for. I am grateful for prayers to be answered, but the answer to this one was overwhelming. With just one glimpse of the world through His eyes in Thailand and Cambodia, is enough to bring you to your knees. God did just that. &lt;br /&gt; I had no idea of what I was getting myself into when I made the decision to work with prostitutes in Thailand. It sounds like a logical thing to do when you have a team of all girls, but the implications of it all were not quite thoroughly thought through. There is no way to prepare someone fully for what it looks like to walk right into the centre of the red light district in Pattaya knowing full well that these were the women we would be working with. Walking down a kilometre long strip of just bars, prostitutes, and male sex tourists, is enough to make your stomach churn. The first time we walked down into it, we all were wide eyed and did not say one word to eachother. To anyone else on that road that day, it must have been obvious that we had just stumbled into something we had never seen before and never thought even existed.&lt;br /&gt; To see such blatent sin is enough to lose all confidence in seeing such a world change. Each night we would have to talk about all that we saw and understand that we are not called to hate the sinner, but the sin. However, when you sit at a bar with the intention to build a friendship with the woman behind it and a man sits beside you with the intention to buy that same girl for the night, it is incredibly hard not to hate him. God has since changed my heart to understand that these men are hurting, and their stories are to be heard as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-4484845969374695129?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/4484845969374695129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=4484845969374695129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/4484845969374695129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/4484845969374695129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/10/thailand-now-that-i-have-seen.html' title='Thailand: now that I have seen....'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOV__NxEmoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lSCqrma9AEs/s72-c/walking+street+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-1216520104676794225</id><published>2008-09-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:58:31.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Thaibodia: Hephzibah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOBETTJ9lCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vVgZ41n9JyE/s1600-h/Mar+29+2008+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOBETTJ9lCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vVgZ41n9JyE/s200/Mar+29+2008+135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251272263864259618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOBEThGxVvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IiyrTGJAX4g/s1600-h/Mar+28+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOBEThGxVvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IiyrTGJAX4g/s200/Mar+28+2008+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251272267608970994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outreach is really all that you make it to be especially because it only is short term. You can sit back and tag along for the ride, or you can put yourself in position to take a step out of your comfort zone and expect to see God move in that. There were six of us altogether on the team, Saana and I were on staff, and the students were Kelly, Yolanda, Sabrina, and Rachel. Honestly outreach would not be the same if they were not there with me. We were all so different in giftings and personality, but it worked! I was blessed with such a team going into heavy spiritual locations and they were all willing to step out. &lt;br /&gt;Right before I left for outreach Robin emailed me with a verse that really touched my heart. God had been speaking a lot to me, and the DTS about worth and purity and this verse came at a perfect time. So, Robin thank you.&lt;br /&gt; "For Zion's sake I will not keep silent, for Jerusalem's sake I will not remain quiet, till her righteousness shines out like the dawn, her salvation like a blazing torch. The nations will see your righteousness, and all kinds your glory; you will be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will bestow. You will be a crown of splendor in the Lord's hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God. No longer will they call you Deserted, or name your land Desolate. But you will be called Hephzibah, and your land Beulah. For the Lord will take delight in you, and your land will be married. As a young man marries a maiden, so will your Builder marry you; as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you." (Isaiah 62:1-5)&lt;br /&gt; It was such an amazing picture of how we are restored in the image of Christ by God and how when we come to revelation of Him, he calls us by a new name (as a symbol of not allowing the past to label us), and rejoices over us. It is a picture of how we are not only renewed, but He considers us so precious and beautiful. As we were praying for the women that we were about to work with in the sex industry in Thailand, we were praying this verse over their lives. We must hold onto the hope that these women, despite everything they have gone through and are going through, can be completely restored and renewed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-1216520104676794225?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/1216520104676794225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=1216520104676794225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1216520104676794225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/1216520104676794225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/09/team-thaibodia-hephzibah.html' title='Team Thaibodia: Hephzibah'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SOBETTJ9lCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vVgZ41n9JyE/s72-c/Mar+29+2008+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-6933739877612031591</id><published>2008-09-27T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:16:37.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January DTS 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SN8f9hEa8qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GVzEVOrzP1Q/s1600-h/schoolphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SN8f9hEa8qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GVzEVOrzP1Q/s200/schoolphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250950832246682274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short visit with my parents here on the Sunshine Coast, a quick spontaneous trip to New Zealand, and a Christmas with some birth family in Newcastle, it was time to staff another DTS. The January DTS was twice the size of the July school, with 29 students. There were two girl houses and one guys. I was in the "quiet" house, but to be honest, it was the sweetest house! I think we became more like family than roommates. They called me mom and they were my girls! We were all so different, and yet we had so much to learn from eachother. I am currently living in the same house and I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt; God did a lot of transforming lives within the lecture phase and it was so neat to be a part of God moving in that way. As we were praying for outreach locations I really wanted to hear God in knowing where to go. We were given 15 minutes, and I really felt like I was supposed to go to Cambodia, but it was not one of the options. So for a week I did not say anything. I told them that I was undecided. One of the other staff was talking with someone the next week and she said that she had a dream about going to Indonesia and Cambodia. That was my confirmation. Since there were so many girl students, we decided that I would take an all girls team to Thailand and Cambodia to focus on womens and childrens ministry. It was my heart to follow up on some of the ministries the base had worked with in previous years. So I had some old contacts and some new ones and went to planning the outreach.&lt;br /&gt; The other outreach locations were Indonesia, Uganda, Phillipines/Australia, and Darwin (Australia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-6933739877612031591?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/6933739877612031591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=6933739877612031591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6933739877612031591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6933739877612031591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/09/january-dts-2008.html' title='January DTS 2008'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SN8f9hEa8qI/AAAAAAAAAGo/GVzEVOrzP1Q/s72-c/schoolphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-518850474852731662</id><published>2008-09-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:35:10.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humbled</title><content type='html'>Because I was so humbled after staffing the last DTS and not having a clue what I was doing the entire time, I was afraid of what staffing another school would look like. I had thoughts about throwing in the towel a few times, but God showed me that it was all for good reason. When I finally got around to processing the whole time, God revealed something to me:&lt;br /&gt; "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverence. Perseverence must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything..." (James 1:2-15) &lt;br /&gt; God was revealing to me my pride, my selfishness, and my immaturity. He was purifying me to be more like Christ so that those who come to me I can point to Christ. God was developing me as a leader through humility. Mary gave me this verse the night we left on outreach and it ends the section in James 1 about perseverence through trials:&lt;br /&gt; "Don't be deceived, my dear brothers. Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created." (James 1:16-18)&lt;br /&gt; God's character never changes, he is always good, his intentions are always good, and in every situation or circumstance he is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-518850474852731662?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/518850474852731662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=518850474852731662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/518850474852731662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/518850474852731662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/09/humbled.html' title='Humbled'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-6923964168069385395</id><published>2008-09-26T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:54:01.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eunice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SN8N4FzClaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yEJ3A9PMgkw/s1600-h/eunice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SN8N4FzClaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yEJ3A9PMgkw/s200/eunice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250930947817379234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I take forever before I can get on here and write something, but I think it's because I fear what would happen if I shared my heart. I guess it's because I don't like knowing that people just do not care. I'm learning to kick that habit, but bare with me as I attempt to update this page! Vulnerability is strength because it means that we die to ourselves and let God move. I have been humbled many times, and can say that through all those times I have much more confidence. &lt;br /&gt; I hated Africa when I was there because I felt like there was nothing that I could do to see a nation change. This in a way is the truth, ultimately, God is the one who will change it. We are just responsible to make the most out of where He has called us to, and focus on the individuals he places in our path. We are called to love without boundaries and walk forward in faith.&lt;br /&gt; I want to tell a story of a girl that I had met in Kenya who was a part of changing my life. Her name is Eunice, and she is 16. I met her at the Machakos School for the Physically Handicapped and she was in the eighth grade. I guess you could call her my hero (and yes I have many of those). She was born without legs, I will not give many details because, in truth, I don't know them. We stumbled on the school and fell in love with the children there. They had so much joy. Most of the children there had treatable handicaps. What I mean by this, is that if they were born in a first world country, they could be completely fine. For example, some of the children had limbs that were twisted in an opposite direction, that with a surgery and physio, could most likely walk almost normal. Instead they just live with the discomfort. Kids were in wheelchairs made out of plastic chairs and bike wheels, if they were missing a limb they just hobbled around. It was sad, but as I mentioned, they had such joy. Also I have never been so humbled in playing soccer with them (they were ten times better than me).&lt;br /&gt; Eunice is most likely the strongest person I have ever met. She asked me first of all if I knew Christ, and I laughed and told her that He was the reason I was there with her. We immediately became friends. She started telling me about the revelations God had revealed through His word and all I wanted to do is listen. She told me how she wanted to be a lawyer, and her brother was becoming a doctor. She told stories of her mom. After a few visits, I met her mom and family who came to visit her. Eunice was so proud of them and they had heard so much about me. To them, I was family. Karoline (a girl on my team) and I went one weekend before we left to visit her family (cousins, mom, brother and grandfather) at their place. They were ashamed that they could not give me anything but a cup of tea and a bun... I told them that anything they had to give me meant the world to me. They cried when they told me of Eunice and how much they appreciated our friendship. I cried after I left that place. Eunice's mom was working two jobs in order to pay for their education. That family had nothing, and yet gave me so much. &lt;br /&gt; One thing that I will never forget is something Eunice told me during one of our visits. We were talking about life, just small talk, and she turns to me and says, "Bethany, I know that God has made me this way for a reason. I know that I am stronger than most, and I will give Him the glory." &lt;br /&gt; I gave her my shirt, a bible, my bracelet, but I think I also gave her my heart. She has no idea how much of an impression she made on me. I complain about the smallest things, and begin to question God when he brings me through trials. Then here is Eunice rejoicing in her struggles because she knows He is closer to her. She will always remain in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-6923964168069385395?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/6923964168069385395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=6923964168069385395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6923964168069385395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6923964168069385395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/09/eunice.html' title='Eunice'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SN8N4FzClaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/yEJ3A9PMgkw/s72-c/eunice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-9101149591721749158</id><published>2008-07-28T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:06:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LPdeA2bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5Xm2vvEMYrY/s1600-h/100_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LPdeA2bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5Xm2vvEMYrY/s200/100_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128577660180914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LQJieBUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1diO5f-KaSg/s1600-h/100_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LQJieBUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1diO5f-KaSg/s200/100_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128589490029890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LQsCY0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zpz-ovrY6WY/s1600-h/100_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LQsCY0ZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Zpz-ovrY6WY/s200/100_0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128598750712210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LRG-CwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OqGzCONm43o/s1600-h/CIMG3489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LRG-CwLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OqGzCONm43o/s200/CIMG3489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128605980246194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LRizutcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fqoTRrA-auE/s1600-h/CIMG3536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LRizutcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/fqoTRrA-auE/s200/CIMG3536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228128613453182402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-9101149591721749158?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/9101149591721749158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=9101149591721749158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/9101149591721749158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/9101149591721749158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SI4LPdeA2bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/5Xm2vvEMYrY/s72-c/100_0292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-556175148769513333</id><published>2008-07-28T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:59:16.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya</title><content type='html'>After a fifteen hour bus ride, we arrived in Nairobi Kenya to be transported to the YWAM base in Athi River (three hours away). At the base they had already planned an entire month of ministry for us: working in schools and churches. Each day was accounted for. We all prayed together and felt like the schedule was not giving God enough room to move. We all felt like we were supposed to work in Nairobi, and were waiting on the go from God.&lt;br /&gt;We spent two weeks at the base working with the ministries they had planned for us, and working alongside the DTS on the base. We worked alongside an all girls secondary school: running a service for them and playing soccer. We taught at a couple primary schools. We also ran services in a couple of the local churches. During this time, we decided to go into Nairobi a few times to see where we would stay there, and what exactly we could be doing.&lt;br /&gt;The other leader on the team's first language is sign language and she heard rumor of a deaf school close to the base and so we ventured out to find it. We found it, and fell in love with the kids there. Then on our way to visiting this school, we found another school called Machakos School for the Physically Handicapped. We went to visit the place and fell in love with the kids there as well. Needless to say, we went back to these two schools a few times. &lt;br /&gt;Once we had all our details in place we moved locations to Nairobi. We found a place to stay just outside the city and right beside the largest slum of the city, Kibera. We went into the slum quite a few times and met so many people. We made a few trips into the city where a couple of the girls preached on the streets while the rest of us worshipped. We made a few trips into Machakos while in Nairobi to visit our friends at the two schools. &lt;br /&gt;During the last week I started bringing a soccer ball to the field by the slums. I ended up meeting a school that were having a physical education class there. They asked me to coach soccer that day, and invited me to come the next. On the second day, they asked me to come teach a religious education class to the entire school. So I taught on faith. I fell in love with those kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-556175148769513333?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/556175148769513333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=556175148769513333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/556175148769513333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/556175148769513333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/07/kenya.html' title='Kenya'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-5376819613236197109</id><published>2008-07-25T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:36:44.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan and Suzan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpjgi16lCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XOlG-AsMMR0/s1600-h/CIMG3322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpjgi16lCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XOlG-AsMMR0/s200/CIMG3322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227099728276788258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought about how hard it is to seek God out in a world where we feel as though we can do without him. It is easy to think that we can have control over our own lives and not give him the time of day. We find ourselves constantly making the excuse that we are too busy. We doubt his control, his voice and even his existence. So although we may be from a blessed nation, faith is not "necessary". Therefore, it made sense to come to the conclusion that it would be easier to live by faith if you had nothing. If you had come to the revelation of Christ with nothing to lose, then would you not want to live completely for Him. Would there really be anything between you and Him? I do believe that if you gave God complete trust and control, it would be heaven on earth. &lt;br /&gt; I was sharing this with a local pastor in Uganda, and he said something that really challenged me. He said that there are those who have been blessed on earth and will be blessed for eternity. There are those who suffer on earth, but it is momentary to their eternal comfort. Then there are those who will suffer on earth and suffer for eternity. &lt;br /&gt; Joan,16 and Suzan,14 were members of the Bugembe World Prayer Church. They both stole my heart. Joan and Suzan were both entering secondary school in the upcoming year and both loved to sing. They constantly were asking me for prayer and I admired their faith. One day they asked me to come and meet their families. Suzan lived with her aunt because both of her parents had passed away from AIDS. Her family could barely afford to send her to her boarding school a couple blocks away. Joan spoke better English and so she was able to share more about her family. Her dad died in an accident when she was 2, and her siblings had all passed away from AIDS. She always asked me to pray for her mom because she had malaria. I met her mom and she looked close to death. Her mom did not have malaria, in fact she was dying of AIDS (Joan did not know). Twice I went to visit her mom and pray with her. &lt;br /&gt; After Joan's mom passes, she will have no one. The last words that Joan said to me was asking me if I could support her to go to school. Of course we heard this all the time, but she was one of the few people I know asked me because she knew that I cared and not because of the color of my skin. I told her that I had nothing to give and that I hope God leads us together again.&lt;br /&gt; It is not until you see the tears of the oppressed that you begin to realize the responsibility as the comforter. I trust God with their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-5376819613236197109?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/5376819613236197109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=5376819613236197109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5376819613236197109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5376819613236197109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/07/joan-and-suzan.html' title='Joan and Suzan'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpjgi16lCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/XOlG-AsMMR0/s72-c/CIMG3322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-2533660086777042990</id><published>2008-07-25T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:17:44.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXCwQyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/YklETn9ehVs/s1600-h/100_9456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXCwQyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/YklETn9ehVs/s200/100_9456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078674323392882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXYlCyAI/AAAAAAAAADw/HmGHViaHBuU/s1600-h/100_9035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXYlCyAI/AAAAAAAAADw/HmGHViaHBuU/s200/100_9035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078680181917698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXQZdMVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BoDodZcYR4g/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXQZdMVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BoDodZcYR4g/s200/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078677985833298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXlK6NTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1zEaQEQCzGM/s1600-h/100_0114(0).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXlK6NTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1zEaQEQCzGM/s200/100_0114(0).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078683561964850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQYEPvTsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oUq4hBbXjrE/s1600-h/100_9149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQYEPvTsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oUq4hBbXjrE/s200/100_9149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227078691903721154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one month we were in Uganda. The YWAM base that we worked with there was called Hopeland, and it was just outside of Jinja. We were scheduled to work with the preschool in the mornings and then work alongside other ministries associated with the base. One of the pastors asked us to work with his church, Bugembe World Prayer Church. Pastor Charles had just started this church the year previous and his vision for the congregation and the community was just amazing. They are situated right beside a poor community and each week more and more locals come to visit the church. It's numbers are multiplying and we were able to work alongside many who were passionate about Christ and reaching out to others. Their worship was so much fun to be a part of because there seems to be no boundaries! It's hard to sit still in a service. They asked us to lead the services while we were there and help with the youth as well as community outreach. By the end of the time, we were sad to say our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt; We were as able to work with a couple of schools, an orphanage, and a soccer ministry on the base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-2533660086777042990?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/2533660086777042990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=2533660086777042990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/2533660086777042990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/2533660086777042990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/07/uganda.html' title='Uganda'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpQXCwQyXI/AAAAAAAAADo/YklETn9ehVs/s72-c/100_9456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-8056634758147936091</id><published>2008-07-25T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:18:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpAaZCxjZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6h1FnQa84pQ/s1600-h/100_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpAaZCxjZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6h1FnQa84pQ/s200/100_0686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227061139660180882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Scripture is what we felt God wanted us to proclaim to those that we met. These are His Promises:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, &lt;br /&gt; because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,&lt;br /&gt; to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners,&lt;br /&gt;to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengence of our God,&lt;br /&gt;to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion-&lt;br /&gt;to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes,&lt;br /&gt;the oil of gladness instead of mourning,&lt;br /&gt;and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.&lt;br /&gt;They will be called oaks of righteousness, &lt;br /&gt; a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isaiah 61:1-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-8056634758147936091?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/8056634758147936091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=8056634758147936091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8056634758147936091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8056634758147936091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/07/his-promises.html' title='His Promises'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIpAaZCxjZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6h1FnQa84pQ/s72-c/100_0686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-406857593841812776</id><published>2008-07-25T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T13:49:49.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIo78i70jVI/AAAAAAAAACw/9TSVUAUTvNI/s1600-h/100_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIo78i70jVI/AAAAAAAAACw/9TSVUAUTvNI/s200/100_0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227056228872785234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you that being in Africa was everything that I had hoped it to be and that I loved every minute of it. The truth is, being in Africa was the hardest time of my life. I had such a romanticized idea of what it would be like to bring hope to the hopeless and to comfort those who mourn. I had no idea just how hopeless the nations were and just what people suffer through every day. Also, being white, we were automatically placed in a position of power. Our words had more worth to them merely because we were blessed with everything we were born into. &lt;br /&gt;Being the first time I had ever led a team, it was hard to come to the realization that this time was more for them than anything else. We are only in a place for a couple weeks at a time, and it was so incredibly hard to move from one suffering population to the next without seeing any fruit of our works. My hope was that at least one of us would develop a vision in the short time and return to the same place: that God would speak so clearly that one day we would be face to face again with those we had worked with. I am still praying, but I know that I must trust these nations in God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Our vision was to encourage the believers, work with children, and use soccer as a way to develop relationships. We had a few ministries and locations planned out, but we wanted to be able to go where God wanted to lead us. We had the vision to live by faith knowing that we can only offer words of hope, truth, encouragement, and most of all life. Christ was really all we had to offer, and even though everything else is meaningless in comparison, imagine what it is like to tell someone in the midst of suffering to merely believe. &lt;br /&gt;"How did we get to be born into such privilege, while these people suffer?" Many times I would be asked this question and I can tell you that I have no idea what the answer is. I just know that the God I love and serve, is much bigger than I could ever imagine Him to be. He exists outside my concept of time, of suffering, of meaning. He is completion and He merely asks me to trust. Nothing goes without reason, and I know that I am blessed. I will not stop speaking of His promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-406857593841812776?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/406857593841812776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=406857593841812776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/406857593841812776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/406857593841812776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2008/07/africa.html' title='Africa'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/SIo78i70jVI/AAAAAAAAACw/9TSVUAUTvNI/s72-c/100_0597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-5904194446642582751</id><published>2007-08-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:47:36.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>team africa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RrqcRotQ2II/AAAAAAAAACU/tUsJN-kks04/s1600-h/africa+team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RrqcRotQ2II/AAAAAAAAACU/tUsJN-kks04/s200/africa+team.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096557755122112642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many details which are still in process, but we are preparing as a team for the outreach to Uganda and Kenya. Our focus is children for this outreach because we have all been given a huge heart for them. I know God is going to use this, and also break our hearts while we are there. We have opportunities to work in schools, orphanages, clinics, villages, and with a prostitute ministry. My hope is that we can be an answer to prayers for those in need over there; that we can be of service whatever way God wants to make possible. We were able to get 21 soccer balls to send over there, a box of toothpaste, bags of toys, and hopefully heaps more. Each one of us will be taking an entire duffle bag. Please pray that God will put it on the hearts of businesses to give.&lt;br /&gt; God has given me a huge heart for Africa and I have anticipated this trip for the longest time. I am anxious to see how he uses this and whether it applies to His larger plan over my life. &lt;br /&gt; Our team consists of me and Tara Rowe(canada)as leaders, and the students are Peter Han(south korea), Ashton Williams(New Zealand), Molly Snider(USA), Karoline Farris(USA), and Elizabeth Cook(USA). Each one is such a blessing to have on the team and each are so different. As we have been praying our team has been unity, confidence and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;  Flights are still in process, but our travel agent was able to find us cheaper flights than the orginal quote of 2400 AUD. It is such a blessing, but the details are still not clear. Please pray that the finances for the team come in. I know not everyone has sufficient funds. Please pray that God will continue to prepare our hearts for these nations, and that He is preparing the hearts of those we are going to meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-5904194446642582751?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/5904194446642582751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=5904194446642582751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5904194446642582751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5904194446642582751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/08/team-africa.html' title='team africa!'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RrqcRotQ2II/AAAAAAAAACU/tUsJN-kks04/s72-c/africa+team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-6677958978300664766</id><published>2007-08-08T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T21:21:54.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>six weeks finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RrqWFotQ2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/YaZF_Co_RMI/s1600-h/july07school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RrqWFotQ2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/YaZF_Co_RMI/s200/july07school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096550951893915762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have just finished the sixth week of the eleven week lecture phase, learning from Sean Naus about the character and nature of God. I came here wondering what I would have to offer these students and why exactly I am here, but I have realized that I am actually learning from them as much as they are learning from me. Living with the girls and being a dts staff in general has taught me that really this time is not about me, but it's about all the students and their pursuit of a deeper relationship with God. I am fully encouraged by every single one of them. They have all sought after God so hard and have made him their lives. They cannot seem to stop talking about Him: I love it! &lt;br /&gt; We have already heard lectures on relationships, father heart of God, inductive bible study, and hearing God's voice. Tomorrow half of the school felt individually called to be baptized and I am so excited. Next week is going to be the 24/5 prayer week where there will be someone praying at every minute of the day for five days straight. God really moves during this week and I am excited to have a 12am to 2am shift. I am still playing rugby twice a week and in an indoor soccer league. The students are also involved in local ministries such as christian surfers, 10-20 ministry, skate ministry and surfers for missions international (SFMI). It is amazing to see God move in the local community.&lt;br /&gt;  There are only five more weeks of lectures left. The topics consist of evangelism, old vs new covenant, missions, and of course prayer. It's past halfway and everyone is feeling physically, emotionally, and spiritually drained. Please just pray for strength and rest at these times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-6677958978300664766?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/6677958978300664766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=6677958978300664766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6677958978300664766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/6677958978300664766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/08/six-weeks-finished.html' title='six weeks finished'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RrqWFotQ2HI/AAAAAAAAACM/YaZF_Co_RMI/s72-c/july07school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-819070569791686612</id><published>2007-06-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:08:42.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have arrived</title><content type='html'>I have arrived.  &lt;br /&gt;  I arrived on the Sunshine Coast YWAM base two weeks ago today to be a part of the staff team for the July DTS starting on Monday. Now most of you know this information, but none of the actual details. Please let me inform you...&lt;br /&gt;  We finished our staff training the first week I was here. It was nice to be able to connect with the staff team and learn more about the details of the base itself. There are two leaders for the school, and six staff members working directly with the students. Of course there are more staff involved with the base itself, making it about 30plus staff members in total. &lt;br /&gt;  Moving on... we spent the last week actually preparing for the students. This involved cleaning and fixing up the houses, and furnishing them. Honestly, the place is looking more and more like a home away from home and I love it! We of course have been praying over the students before they come and studying their profiles so that we can pray for them in specifics and learn their names. Another task necessary for me to complete is learning to drive an 11 passenger standard van on the opposite side of the road. &lt;br /&gt;  It's still pending, but it looks as though we are going to have 14 students in total for this school. There are six boys and eight girls. Today our second student arrived and the rest of them will arrive in the next couple of days. They are coming from all over the world from places such as England, Switzerland, Germany, New Zealand, and The States. &lt;br /&gt;  We wanted all the outreach locations confirmed before the students arrived and so there are going to be three outreach locations. One soccer-based outreach headed to Uganda and Kenya (this is the one I am helping lead with another girl from Aldergrove), one surf-based outreach going to Indonesia, and a regular outreach headed to Vanuatu. I know I am not supposed to be excited about going to Africa before even the school starts, but I cannot wait to go. &lt;br /&gt;  It's all going to happen so fast here and I am super pumped for it all to start. Life is about to get crazy as it all begins, but I am totally ready because I know this is exactly where I am supposed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-819070569791686612?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/819070569791686612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=819070569791686612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/819070569791686612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/819070569791686612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-arrived.html' title='I have arrived'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-287170250124432281</id><published>2007-06-05T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:47:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What really happened on outreach</title><content type='html'>Along with stories from my DTS I want to share about my experiences in India and Nepal because it was what truly changed me. It was here that I found I was so passionate about missions and helping those in need. I learnt a dependence on God I had never known, and in the hardest situations I found rest. It was also during this time I made friends with a lot of amazing people. &lt;br /&gt;  Our outreach began in a place called Howrah, in India. We arrived to a place where the poor line the streets, garbage covers everything; a place where the smell is overwhelming and the smog overwhelms every sense. Due to riots and political disturbances, we were unable to leave our hotel and so we made the most of it. We were able to minister to most of the people staying there. After a few days we crossed the river to Calcutta, to realize we had actually been staying in the slums of Calcutta (unbelievable!). It was a whole new world just across the river: a world packed full of cars and people. It was here we spent a couple of weeks working with street kids through a ministry called Kings Kids, working with street women, and were able to pray over the city. I loved being with those kids because even though they have nothing but their clothes, they seem to have so much more than us. &lt;br /&gt;  From Calcutta we took a 10 hour train and three hour jeep ride to a place called Darjeeling. We were amazed at the beauty and the cleanliness here. It was a mountaintop town with the most amazing views, the air was crisp and clean, and since there were a lot of foreigners, most people spoke English. Here we were able to work with the local youth associated with a couple of the churches. We spent a lot of time just building relationships with them, and discipling them. Some of them have the most amazing testimonies because they come from a world that is opposed to Christ. In Darjeeling we were also given the opportunity to do backpacker ministry.&lt;br /&gt;  From there we split into two teams to do village ministry. My team went to a tea estate called Mim Tea for a week. We were there to run church services each night to encourage, disciple and pray over the peoples of the village. It was here that we saw a couple people come to Christ and saw people healed. God is definately moving in this place.&lt;br /&gt;  After a 30 hour bus trip, we had arrived in Kathmandu, Nepal. We contributed to the YWAM base there and ran a service. Then it was off to the village. Now I have no idea where this village was apart from it was three hours outside Kathmandu, and a four hour climb up a mountain. The village was the most challenging place for the team because we were forced to live a simple life with people who did not speak English. By simple life, I mean that we cooked food over a fire, slept on tables, and attempted to shower from a well! We were here for over a week, and we were there to run services and build the village a toilet. I can say this was the most influential time because we had much to learn from these people about faith and how to live. They gave so much to us, and it seemed they were the ones discipling us as they worship Christ with everything they had. If the world only lived like them, we might see more of heaven on earth.&lt;br /&gt;  We left, exhausted, sleep-deprived, and ready to shower to reach a place called Pokhara. Pokhara is another popular foreigner town with streets lined with shops and hotels. We were able to rest a couple of days and then I departed to do a trek with two other guys and a guide and the rest of the team headed to the YWAM base. The four day trek (called the Poon Hill Trek) was unbelievable, and we were able to minister to all the travellers going through. This was the coldest I have ever been! We then joined the team once again, and spent more time in Pokhara at the base (due to a vehicle strike!) and departed for our last days in Kathmandu before flying back to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could do it all over again I would. I found myself in love with a God who takes care of my every need, even in the hardest times, and I found people to be my passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-287170250124432281?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/287170250124432281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=287170250124432281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/287170250124432281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/287170250124432281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-really-happened-on-outreach.html' title='What really happened on outreach'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-5328379616882767115</id><published>2007-05-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:10:32.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 60:1-3</title><content type='html'>Some people have not heard many stories of my DTS experience, and so I thought I would take the time to talk a bit about it now while I have the chance and before I start on staff with the July school. This is some details about the lecture phase of my DTS: &lt;br /&gt;  I went to YWAM expecting to grow close to God and to finally find some rest. Of course, I got so much more than I had bargained for. In my search for faith and peace, I realized that both these elements of life do not come easy. After spending a lot of time with the Lord and in the Word, I realized that God had brought me to that base for a reason and He made it quite clearly known to me. It was in my persistence to press into Him, that I found that He began to speak so clearly to me (this had never happened before!). Many times He had revealed to me that I needed to let go of my plans to take on His plans for my life. Let me tell you, there was a lot of resistence for a while because the unknown is a scary thing! How can you argue with God?! So, yes, I gave in, and I decided God was going to have my life. But how?! After praying again I realized that I had not confirmed my faith in him publically, He revealed a verse that clearly said we are baptized in water. Done deal! I was baptized in the ocean on Sept 20th, and what a glorious feeling! After such a long search for a supernatural rest and peace of heart, I had found it.&lt;br /&gt;  Then of course there was always the question of "now what?" That's when things started falling into place. I had since the beginning had Africa and India on my heart, and I had truly wanted to work with orphans. Well, I found out my outreach was to be in India and Nepal, but then that left Africa. I had not really considered staffing, until near the end of the lecture phase when I truly began to admire the leaders on my school. Within a week of discovering this desire, a staff member asked me if I wanted to help her staff a soccer dts in July with an outreach based in Africa working with orphans. Perfect right?! Well, I wanted God to clearly show me what He wanted and not just my heart, so to the bible I went! I made a deal, "God if you show me a specific date as to when you want me in Australia, then I will know." He showed me the first day of the seventh month. This was the date I knew the July school to start, and so my plans were set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Arise, shine for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you. Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Isaiah 60:1-3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-5328379616882767115?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/5328379616882767115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=5328379616882767115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5328379616882767115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/5328379616882767115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/05/isaiah-601-3.html' title='Isaiah 60:1-3'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-791080739444514932</id><published>2007-05-21T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:56:37.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my outreach in India and Nepal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZd-cxRLI/AAAAAAAAABs/BbjIS4lJYFs/s1600-h/CIMG1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZd-cxRLI/AAAAAAAAABs/BbjIS4lJYFs/s200/CIMG1950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067140533515797682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZeucxRMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ezbHYMGYMkU/s1600-h/CIMG2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZeucxRMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ezbHYMGYMkU/s200/CIMG2035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067140546400699586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZfucxRNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TAZ0zqLbHz8/s1600-h/CIMG1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZfucxRNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TAZ0zqLbHz8/s200/CIMG1963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067140563580568786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZgOcxROI/AAAAAAAAACE/v1Oeuyz_mo0/s1600-h/CIMG2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZgOcxROI/AAAAAAAAACE/v1Oeuyz_mo0/s200/CIMG2088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067140572170503394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXhucxRGI/AAAAAAAAABE/uQkLjD37LSM/s1600-h/DSCF1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXhucxRGI/AAAAAAAAABE/uQkLjD37LSM/s200/DSCF1154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067138398917051490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXiOcxRHI/AAAAAAAAABM/tgcUkyvR-J0/s1600-h/CIMG1767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXiOcxRHI/AAAAAAAAABM/tgcUkyvR-J0/s200/CIMG1767.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067138407506986098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXi-cxRII/AAAAAAAAABU/qwyLGkx8WLo/s1600-h/CIMG1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXi-cxRII/AAAAAAAAABU/qwyLGkx8WLo/s200/CIMG1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067138420391888002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXjecxRJI/AAAAAAAAABc/AJHwbYHo-fs/s1600-h/CIMG1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXjecxRJI/AAAAAAAAABc/AJHwbYHo-fs/s200/CIMG1787.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067138428981822610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXkucxRKI/AAAAAAAAABk/9b4yPTNoNNU/s1600-h/CIMG2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIXkucxRKI/AAAAAAAAABk/9b4yPTNoNNU/s200/CIMG2025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067138450456659106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV2ecxRBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VtwxsH0JmKw/s1600-h/CIMG1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV2ecxRBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VtwxsH0JmKw/s200/CIMG1390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067136556376081426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV2-cxRCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZLenHWy4Wg/s1600-h/CIMG1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV2-cxRCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eZLenHWy4Wg/s200/CIMG1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067136564966016034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV4OcxRDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Og5MoKangOA/s1600-h/CIMG1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV4OcxRDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Og5MoKangOA/s200/CIMG1482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067136586440852530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV4ucxREI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PoeO7J2VwVo/s1600-h/CIMG1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV4ucxREI/AAAAAAAAAA0/PoeO7J2VwVo/s200/CIMG1491.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067136595030787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV5ecxRFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RDFDp0clPRA/s1600-h/CIMG1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIV5ecxRFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RDFDp0clPRA/s200/CIMG1493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067136607915689042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I did my DTS in Australia and my outreach was in India and Nepal. I just wanted to put up a few pictures on here so you can get an example where my heart is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-791080739444514932?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/791080739444514932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=791080739444514932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/791080739444514932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/791080739444514932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/05/outreach-in-india-and-nepal.html' title='Pictures of my outreach in India and Nepal'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RlIZd-cxRLI/AAAAAAAAABs/BbjIS4lJYFs/s72-c/CIMG1950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1819348199171646681.post-8040923188935443209</id><published>2007-05-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:44:00.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What is YWAM and what is a DTS?'/><title type='text'>Youth With A Mission, Sunshine Coast, Australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RjvhVM_WONI/AAAAAAAAAAM/br_pPzZpV2A/s1600-h/september+dts+06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RjvhVM_WONI/AAAAAAAAAAM/br_pPzZpV2A/s320/september+dts+06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060886360661309650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        "We want to release dreams and destiny and see young people grab hold of their calling and use their gifting, ability, and interests for the great commission... we want to see a God revolution in our generation throughout the nations."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-YWAM Sunshine Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   Hi Everyone. My name is Bethany Whitehead and I have currently been accepted as staff with Youth With A Mission on the Sunshine Coast of Australia. If you have not heard of Youth With A Mission (aka YWAM) or have no idea what I am talking about, well I have some explaining to do! YWAM is an amazing Christian organization whose entire focus is knowing God and making him known. A Discipleship Training School (aka DTS) is a course through YWAM which runs over a period of approximately six months. Each base is different (there are YWAM bases located all over the world and even all over Australia), but there are usually two parts to a DTS: a lecture phase (focussed on knowing God) running for approximately four months, and an outreach phase (focussed on making Him known) which runs for a period of two months. Firstly, during the lecture phase students are learning more about subjects such as faith and prayer, evangelism, missions and the bible, etc. This part of the DTS is usually based in a classroom with a guest speaker each week. It is during this time that students are able to rest in God and truly listen to what He has for them. It is also a crucial time to prepare for outreach. Secondly, the outreach phase is usually the most challenging, yet rewarding time of a DTS. There are usually about three or four outreach teams with locations which can vary from anywhere such as Africa, Indonesia, India, Nepal, Cambodia or even in Australia itself. It is during the outreach phase where students grow the most in faith, and also where students share the craziest stories from. In all, a DTS is an awesome life changing experience, and not just a holiday with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To learn more about YWAM Sunshine coast you can go to their website at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;www.ywamwaves.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1819348199171646681-8040923188935443209?l=bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/feeds/8040923188935443209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1819348199171646681&amp;postID=8040923188935443209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8040923188935443209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1819348199171646681/posts/default/8040923188935443209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanywhitehead.blogspot.com/2007/05/youth-with-mission-sunshine-coast.html' title='Youth With A Mission, Sunshine Coast, Australia'/><author><name>Bethany Whitehead</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11498825803818495783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/TFhejPF8anI/AAAAAAAAANI/cVqxGdMGz78/S220/Photo+on+2010-08-03+at+11.15+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v2oN9iwiOUE/RjvhVM_WONI/AAAAAAAAAAM/br_pPzZpV2A/s72-c/september+dts+06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
