Most Definitely Quite Possibly

I can’t keep track of the number of times I’ve heard (or said) the phrase “God opens and closes doors,” but last night the Lord challenged me with a question that rattled my brain a bit:

Why do I limit Him to the confines of a house?

I have kept God in a metaphorical “one bedroom flat” my entire life.  The flat has two doors and one small window incase of emergencies, and it has limited His power and His ability to work in my life for years.  But, last night while I was lying in bed having a minor panic attack about how my money is running out and how my plans for the future keep getting screwed up, God told me to burn the metaphorical flat down.

So, I did.  I set a fire to my expectations, my fears, my worries, and my 5 year plan.  I set a fire to people pleasing, to following the crowd, and to stereotyping Christianity.  I set a fire to who I thought God was and to who I used to be.  Now, I stand out in the open – vulnerable to the world – ready to be used and lead by my Awesome Dad. There’s no turning back now.

It’s a really scary place to be, but when I look back through the bible at all of the other crazy people who decided to follow God in reckless abandonment, I am comforted by the fact that I’m not alone.  Abraham almost had to kill his only son after God promised him decedents that would number the stars, Gideon had to fight a battle against over 100,000 men with only 300 soldiers, and Paul was thrown in prison and beat up because of His hope in Jesus.  If they can move forward in faith, so can I.

I moved here 8 months ago, and within this past year God has turned my entire world upside down.  I came to coach soccer and impact the lives of little kids, but He had something much greater in mind.  I’ve worked with the training4changeS after school futsal program to keep kids off the streets and to equip them with life skills and a safe place to play and grow. I’ve partnered with STOP human trafficking South Africa to teach kids about love and purity along with the dangers of sex trafficking and prostitution. I’ve spent time in Drakenstein Prison building relationships, sharing the Word, and playing soccer with the boys from Ambassadors Football. Not to mention, I’ve been given the amazing privilege of playing the sport I love for a team that has become my second family.

Whew. Ok. Fast forward to today.

Well, a lot of things have changed.  Firstly, I am no longer coaching, and to be honest, I never saw that coming.  However, as more stepping stones are being lit up on my path, I’ve realized that the road looks a bit different than I thought it would.  But, it’s a road that is better than anything I could have imagined, and God knows the desires of my heart better than I do, so my only responsibilities are to be willing and available.

I am investing more and more of my time working with the youth, especially girls.  God keeps putting me in situations where He uses me to speak and teach about the things I struggle with most, and it is absolutely insane.  Purity is a huge area of weakness for me, yet He has me working and speaking at girls conferences and churches and schools about sex and love and lust.  Every time I speak, I know that He’s really the One doing the talking, and every time I feel accused and judged by the enemy for not being “good enough,” “pure enough,” or “holy enough,” I am reminded that Jesus loved me even in my darkest times.  His power is made perfect in my weakness, and His grace shines brightest in the darkest places of my heart.  And that’s enough to make me fall on my knees in worship.

I am going to be spending much more time working alongside STOP human trafficking who’s aim is to save girls who are being sold, abused, and used for sex.  I have been given the opportunity to write STOP’s blog posts and to speak in front of the hundreds of kids we reach out to when we present the Valuable to Jesus and the Traffic Proof Prevention programs to them.  Also, (and this is a HUGE also) I have been asked to join the STOP team on a week long trip to Uganda next March to help train up the army staff and their wives in human trafficking prevention.  We are also going to do an outreach to a refugee camp in the North of Uganda, and I may even get to teach the girls soccer!

To help equip me for this adventure, I am hoping to attend an International Human Trafficking Conference for Africa in October in Simon’s Town, SA.  It’s a three day long conference that will teach us about Illegal Migration, Human Smuggling, and Trafficking.  I am pretty pumped up about the opportunity!

The more steps I take forward while holding the Lord’s hand, the darker and riskier it gets.  But, the beautiful thing is that the tighter I grip my Fathers hand, the softer my heart gets.  I am led into places where most people would never dare venture, but I am comforted by the fact that I don’t go there alone.

Alright, now this is where one of my biggest steps of faith comes in.  I need your help.  As you guys know, I am here in South Africa on 100% donations.  I cant work because I am on a charity visa, so I need to be supported by my friends, family, and anyone else with a giving heart.  I am planning on coming back to South Africa in January to finish what God has started, so here are practical ways you can help:

  1. The International Human Trafficking Conference in October is 125$ for me to attend.  This will really equip me to fight human trafficking in a more efficient way.
  2. I don’t know exactly how much the Uganda trip will cost, but I do know that I will need to pay for food, accommodation, and travel. The estimation is about 10,000R. which is about $800.  I am totally trusting God with this one because it is going to be a dangerous trip, but the Lord promises to be my Protector and Provider so I’m going to walk by faith here!
  3. I plan on staying in South Africa for at least another year, so my monthly budget is about $2500 to cover rent, petrol, food, electricity/water, healthy insurance, phone bills, and ministry expenses/tithes.  Thank the LORD for the amazing exchange rate (10R = 1$).  I owe Him big time for that, haha!
  4. There is a girl here in South Africa who is a good friend of mine. She has a heart for God and for serving the girls as a football coach in South Africa.  She is an overcomer, but her dad lost his job, her brothers and sisters are addicted to drugs, she has a daughter who she can barely afford to keep in school, and she is trying to move out of her home because of the dangerous environment surrounding her with drugs/alcohol and violence.  I would love to be able to help sponsor her monthly because I know that she has so much potential to change lives, so if any of you feel the Lord nudging your heart to specifically support her, please let me know!

To donate: 


Or send a check payable to Shepherd’s Staff by mail to: 

Shepherd’s Staff Mission Facilitators 

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(Put my account number #6020 in the memo section)

I never would have made it here if it wasn’t for you all.  I wouldn’t have had the courage to step out of my comfort zone and move across the world if it wasn’t for the constant love and support that I have received from my family and friends.  I am so grateful for the army of loved ones I have standing with me.  I want you to be blessed by what God has been doing, because without your financial support, none of it would have been possible.  I know that things are about to get hectic, so please keep me and the ministries (especially the STOP team) in prayer!  Even if you don’t have the means to support financially, prayer support is something that I will need even more!

I’ll end this letter with these honest words…

The plans I have for my life will most definitely quite possibly come to fruition, but even though I can’t and won’t put my faith in my own plans, I can and will put my faith in a God Who’s love will never fail, Who’s plans are for me to prosper, and Who’s never going to leave my side.

My Heavenly Dad gave me these verses to hold onto in tough and nerve-wracking situations, and I want share them with you.  Hopefully they will encourage you as much as they have encouraged me:

“I have called you back from the ends of the earth, saying, ‘You are my servant.’ For I have chosen you and will not throw you away. Don’t be afraid, because I’m with you; don’t be anxious, because I am your God. I keep on strengthening you; I’m truly helping you. I’m surely upholding you with my victorious right hand.” 

-Isaiah 41:9-10

Love you all.


The Birds and The Bees

Oh, the beloved comfort zone.

The place where everything is simple and cozy and warm.  The place where you aren’t stressed out, afraid, or anxious.  It’s a place where nothing catches you by surprise and everything remains the “same old, same old.”  For this American, it’s a place that has completely disappeared into thin air ever since I stepped onto South African soil.  No, seriously.

Question: What’s more uncomfortable than public speaking?
Answer: Public speaking about sex to a group of teenagers in a church.

(Are your palms sweating yet?)

Sometimes I just have to sit down and laugh at God’s ridiculous sense of humor (but this usually happens after I bang my forehead against the wall repeatedly in exasperation).  I was 17 when I made the decision to follow Him anywhere and everywhere.  There are times when it’s fun and exciting, and then there are times when it makes me want to run very far in the opposite direction (like back to Miami).  Prisons, street corners, soccer fields, and schools have all been a part of my exciting journey.  But honestly, this week’s challenge of “sex talk in a church” was probably the hardest thing that I’ve had to endure yet.


Here’s why:

Some of the darkest moments of my life revolve around love, lust, and relationships.  Whether it’s sexual abuse, pornography, addiction, cheating, or just plain heart break … I’ve been there.  I’ve felt the guilt, the shame, and the dirtiness associated with sexual immorality and low self-esteem.  It hurts, and it’s definitely not something that simply “rolls off the tongue” during day-to-day conversations.  (Exhibit A: “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Sam, I enjoy long walks on the beach, singing along to the Pitch Perfect soundtrack, and for years I’ve struggled with pornography and people pleasing.  What’s your favorite color?  Do you have any pets?”)  Yeah, no. That would never happen.

However, as I reminisce about the adventures I’ve had, I can see how the Lord has taken those hated moments of my history and used them for “His glory,” and that’s a pretty incredible thing.  It says so much about who God is and so little about my need to measure up.  In fact, Jesus tells me clearly that I don’t need to measure up.  That part was never in my job description; it was in His.  There’s a quote by Martin Luther that sums up this idea quite nicely.  It says, “Be a sinner and sin boldly, but believe and rejoice in Christ even more boldly.”  Preach it, brother.


I am in love with a God who calls Himself Redeemer, Healer, and Savior.  This means that all of those guilt-ridden moments in my past represent promise and vindication.  I have been given the privilege of bearing scars that tell a beautiful story of grace, mercy, growth, forgiveness, and unconditional love.  Don’t get me wrong, I used to hate my story and I used to hide those “metaphorical” scars.  But each time I share pieces of my past with someone else, it brings hope and healing to the listener (and also to me, the speaker).  I have found that there is freedom in confession and grace in vulnerability.  With each honest and transparent conversation, my feelings of fear and insecurity fade.  My hope is that when a girl notices my “metaphorical” scars, she would know that she’s not alone.  My hope is that she would be able to look me in the eye without shame and say to me, “wow, Sam, I have one on my heart shaped just like that too!” … and vise versa.

I am not the same person that I used to be (2 Corinthians 5:17), my screw ups are no longer counted against me (Romans 8:1), and because of that, I’m no longer scared to share my story (2 Timothy 1:8a).  My eyes have been opened to how the Lord uses our testimonies to protect, encourage, and liberate others.  His plan is so much greater than anything my mind’s understanding can grasp.  Every now and then, I am blessed with a quick glimpse of His bigger picture, and it motivates and encourages me to keep moving forward (even into the scary places).  So instead of focusing on the mistakes that follow me and the weaknesses within me, I can focus on the strength and the perfect love of the One Who stands before me.

Dr. Steve Brown says it best, “The only people who get better, are the people who know that, if they never get better, God will love them anyway.”