Getting the mail has become an epic part of our daily routine. We hope for surprises, pray for checks, and cheese over cards. But yesterday… yesterday I received two letters from my prisoners in Thailand. I well without opening them, and put them aside to read later. Tonight, I gather the courage, and read. Hearing their voice through the pages pulls me to another world – one I miss very much. Nyo writes, “I’m still human, but no one cares”, and goes on to tell of the latest abuses he faces day and night.

I’ve been living in a constant state of overwhelm. We work so hard to follow our dreams and utilize our gifts, but always come against obstacles and doubt, tugging to weigh us down. I was a pout face before bed last night because really, this is just. so. hard. But after absorbing just one line of my friends’ letters – friends who have had every ounce of opportunity and pride stripped from them – I couldn’t help but melt in gratitude. These men have no one. Literally. But make the CHOICE to live with thankful hearts, in any and every circumstance. To me, that is a life extraordinary.

If I genuinely believe “to live is Christ, and to die is gain”, then I have nothing to pout about. Nothing to complain over. Nothing to chase in uncertainty. God has equipped me with everything I need to fulfill my purpose today, and tomorrow. The only thing stopping me, is me.

If you would be willing to share of yourself and write a prisoner who knows they’ve been forgotten, please let me know. It will change their life – and yours.