The Young Family Farm »

Masthead header

The Find – Nicaragua {Light Gives Heat}


Tomorrow morning Dave and Morgan Hansow board a plane with a film crew and with their two children (8 and 10) to leave for Nicaragua. Their goal? To film The FIND: Nicaragua and tell the stories of hope, love, redemption, and beauty that await them. They will be traveling with Love, Light & Melody, Beauty From Ashes, Club Hope, as well as LaCrosse the Nations.

The production quality is top-notch and the impact potential this show could have on the world is grand! But here’s the catch, the doors for Nicaragua opened quickly and with a narrow travel window. The Hansows said ‘yes,’ and committed without knowing how the funding for Season 1 would come in. They board a plane tomorrow morning in faith the funds will come in by the time they land in Nicaragua! They are currently in the final hours of a Kickstarter campaign to raise the complete production funds for The FIND: Nicaragua. It’s all or nothing! They are still $17,500 away from their goal and the campaign ends at midnight (MST) on Friday, June 5th (tomorrow)! Pledges over $125 are tax-deductible since LGH is a non-profit. Would you please consider pledging and then sharing? The world needs more stories of the hope, love, redemption and light!

Short link to the campaign:

Dave and Morgan founded Light Gives Heat (LGH) in 2007 after moving to Uganda to adopt their daughter, Jadyn. For 6 years they provided weekly consistent income through the SUUBI and EPOH product lines to over 120 women. Two years ago they handed over the operations in Uganda to the company All Across Africa which freed the family to ask the Lord what was next for LGH. After creating the award-winning documentary, Moving On, Dave and Morgan felt their hearts being drawn to storytelling.

Last year they went to the Realscreen Summit in Washington D.C. to pitch a show concept to Network executives. The show was The FIND which would include the Hansow family traveling the world finding world-changing people, people who are putting love into action and bringing hope into communities.They sat down with Discovery, TLC, National Geographic, A&E, and The Travel Channel amongst others and were told that while the footage was beautiful, it was ‘too earnest’ and unfortunately Americans wouldn’t care about such content. Morgan even had someone suggest that she could add drama to the show by worrying about her hair and nails while in the developing countries! What the…? Dave and Morgan realized pretty quickly that if they were going to walk forward with the The FIND, it wasn’t going to be in the traditional cable television world.

Last September they did a Kickstarter campaign to raise funds for production and an online release. The Hansow family traveled to Northern India in November to film Season 1 with the Murray family. Mel and Dave Murray run JOYN and a custom-made guitar company. Their story is inspiring and the diverse community they have cultivated in India is bursting at the seams with love, hope, redemption, and healing! The 6 episodes of The FIND: India are family friendly and available for viewing here for free:



U.S. History – Time Period Elementary Novels

“The more you know about the past, the better prepared you are for the future.”
-Theodore Roosevelt

(These novels are selected to line up with Heritage Studies 4 on U.S. History from BJU Press. Sweet Friends—I may not love every other—but after reading the reviews to each piece—I think it’s worthy to note the title and to consider checking out or buying to read! Please also note that I’m preparing these for 4th and 5th grade children while 1st and 2nd grade children learn along. I am noting literature that is geared for the 1st/2nd graders. All other works are suitable for the older or as read alouds to all. If you are not using Heritage—you will notice that many of the chapters and time periods overlap in the text’s chapters.)

If there is one that you love that you think should be added to this list…DO TELL!!!


With you and for you as you teach your loves!!




Learning from the Wise {the forgotten leaders}

A trend I’ve been noticing at conferences and retreats is more and more popular bloggers, more people with a huge instagram following and younger authors are the speakers at more and more Christian conferences, retreats and even our churches.

I’m scratching my head–simply because…there was once a time where we learned from leaders who had gone before us…not as much from those right in the boat with us. Sure we can learn from each other. My children impart deep wisdom and lessons to me on a daily basis. But it’s interesting to see our pulpits, our conferences and other events having more and more young speakers (made popular through their social media) rather than older leaders who have journeyed the road and who are now at a place to impart their lives well-lived to us.

Job 12:12 “Is not wisdom found among the aged? Does not long life bring understanding?”

I certainly believe we aren’t to look down on one another because we are young–but we must be very cautious that we are seeking wise counsel from. I think the young can be wise–but I also think we’ve tipped the pendulum and we have more young people on our panels of wisdom than old.

Wisdom will not always be as quick to find…and certainly not always a fingertip of social media away…especially when very few people with grey hairs use it.

Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you. Wisdom is supreme; therefore get wisdom. Though it cost all you have, get understanding.” Proverbs 4:6-7

Bringing in older, wise counsel verses the latest writer of a popular gone viral blogger or Christian novel will never make for the coolest retreat to attend. Leading a retreat for adoption and foster moms–I really sense the Lord calling us to focus and call in moms who maybe the world doesn’t know…who are not in the spot light…and they might be really, really hard for us to find. But often–those who have been quiet…who haven’t vented every frustration…who have already run the race of mothering and are now in a place to pour back all the nuggets of wisdom through a bigger picture to those in a boat still in the storm while she’s now safely ashore…these are those I believe we need to seek out and ask for wisdom most from.

And while there IS a place for women in our same boat sharing–I think we need to just grab one another’s hand and be in it together…while keeping Jesus in the spotlight–and listening to someone who has already traveled our road that it WILL be okay and it really all WILL be worth it in the end…from a perspective that can truly speak from seeing and experiencing His faithfulness all the way through.

I want to not only remember but to sit at the feet of the forgotten leaders and learn from them…to receive wise counsel as the scripture encourages us to and to hold on to their legacy as not only sisters in Christ but also mothers who mentor us and lead the way for us.

I want to see more greys and wrinkles up front…and I think with our loud voices and social media that often older people do not use…we have quieted them for far too long. And I think there may be a really wise reason we aren’t seeing that generation overtaken or jumping on our social media band wagon of where we gather our wisdom from too. What does Proverbs mean: verse 4:7 “Wisdom is supreme, therefore get wisdom. Though it cost you all you have, get understanding.”

For me…I confess…much of my wisdom has not come from those who have gone before me. But not any more. It will be costly to change…requiring time and effort…and not following suit of easy or even the Christian world or trend. But I know He is speaking…and His voice…I want to always follow.

With you and for you in Christ…



Wiphan Care Ministries

The only thing that matters…

You learn the older you get.

Is family.

So I don’t blog so much any more.

But there are just a few things that are as important to me as my own family…and one of those are children without one.

In 2007, the Lord took us over to Wiphan. We got our non-profit status shortly after–and we grew from just 2 couples investing in these kids–to hundreds. Still–with almost 700 orphans and 150 widows in our program–with roughly 200 sponsored–there’s still so far to go.

If you happen upon my blog today–will you consider going on a trip with us (my sister and I will be going in July!) OR joining us by sponsoring a child? Visit and I’d love to have you run with us.

Hope you all are having a blessed week!




How to Love Kids Who Have Been Through Trauma

I can’t sleep.

So I’m writing. Much too late. But I saw a child today who is losing his voice…and I failed to help him.

I was sitting on the row behind them. There to watch my son rock out a pretty amazing acrobatics performance. He has hypotonic muscles due to his severe malnourishment in his first years of life. Although he came home just before he turned one–as a baby–there are layers and layers to my sweet love that we have slowly peeled off with a whole lot of listening…a whole lot of patience…and a whole lot of love. It hasn’t been easy. In fact–it’s been the hardest parenting I have ever done. But I signed up for this part too. Not just the rewarding parts of seeing my son heal. But the super hard parts too.

And tonight–I sat behind someone who was super frustrated and probably in the middle of a super hard parts.

I have learned never to judge someone until you walk a mile in their shoes–only…it doesn’t and can never apply to how we think we “get” to react to children who have been through trauma. Our past, our stuff, our layers–what we think we deserve…doesn’t make it okay to react out of our flesh…no matter how hard it is. Because when we sign up to love kids who have been through trauma–we sign up to walk through hell for their behalf…with them—to see the experience healing and to focus more on their hearts then how their actions make us feel.

I get it.

I get your frustration.

I’ve been there. Tired. At my wit’s end. And if I’m honest–just flat out annoyed. Hurting people–HURT PEOPLE. So I don’t expect my hurting children to make me feel good. It’s not fun to pour out and never receive anything back. But this…I signed up for too. And you do too.

So while my son twirled on his his head in a pretty amazing break-dance performance…while he defied the odds everyone gave him–right there on stage in front of hundreds…I was completely distracted…for that sweet boy sitting boy sitting in between you and your husband tonight. With all the lights off–no one else could see…but the Lord allowed me to sit there–behind you…and my heart broke. I tried to watch my son…but I couldn’t.

His hands held down and with hands wrapped around his precious lips that the Lord fearfully and wonderfully made…you whispered…

“Stop. Shut-up right now. Stop touching me. Put your hands down…”

I looked beside me and my husband…chest bowed up…my hands pushed his chest back in his seat. He has a passion for the voiceless when he sees them. I leaned forward…to let you know we heard those words. Words that would tear up my children without trauma…but completely steal the soul of a child who has been let down over and over again.

His beautiful dark skin in complete contrast with yours. I don’t know the story–whether foster or adoption…but seeing the little girl you were their watching being dark too–let me know a year’s with of ballet means these loves have been with you awhile.

And then…as I leaned forward to keep listening…because some times when someone is voiceless…some times strangers are their only hope. And then…our eyes met.

Me and you.

Parent to parent.

And you knew I heard those words spoken. And instead of looking away–my eyes locked with yours until you looked away…because I wasn’t going any where. Even with my precious son dancing in front of me–I couldn’t part my eyes or my hearts…because I know he is okay…he has a voice now. He is thriving. But my heart was breaking…for the little boy beside you. And—I didn’t know what to do. So I looked at him until he looked at me…and I smiled. I waved. And I wanted to tell him what I hope you tell him every day and night and a million times throughout the day…

You sweet boy–are worth it. You are worth listening to. You are valued. You are loved. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. And nothing–nothing–nothing you can do can change God’s great big love for you…you are can and will change the world if you just open your hands and trust Him to write the rest of your story. It won’t be easy…and you won’t always love your mom and dad–and you will do things to see if we will push you away…but we won’t. Because we are committed. We are forever. And no matter what you do–we are here and we love you.

Kids who have been through trauma are at higher risks for having sensory disorders and chemical brain imbalances. If you haven’t spent a lot of time with a sensory child–come to my house;). I can’t pass down the parenting my parents did for me–mostly because I didn’t go through trauma…so “no”, “because I said so”, and “obey right away” will not work the same. In fact–it will usually trigger an out of control melt down OR trigger a zone/check out reaction (fight or flight). Everything must be processed through trauma or with trauma in mind as you parent kids from the hard places…and no matter how many buttons they push–because these kiddos love to push them to see your reaction–we can never, ever, ever do more damage with our actions and words.

They need to feel control. They need to know they are heard. Then need to have someone go to the hard places WITH them…not be sent away to time our or their rooms to work it out or cool down on their own. Alone. Because alone is how they have always processed things–and not they are no longer alone. They don’t have to do it alone. And our reactions and words should always be TOGETHER WORDS–because we are in this together.

The beautiful thing is this…tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it and any trauma we have caused on top of trauma—can be healed. Maybe you panicked because the show was starting…so the words shut up were just said in desperation. We all make mistakes. Maybe you were at your wits end after cleaning up a clogged toilet, a raided pantry and art done with feces…I’ve been there;)…and when he kept talking–restraining felt okay and the only way to make him be quiet. But from one mommy to another…I just want you to know…that you are loved too. I see your tired. I see your frustration. El Roi SEES YOU TOO. Rest. Get whatever rest you need so you can pour out and love big. And praise Him. That your boy–STILL has a voice. Do whatever you can to help him keep it. When he talks at the next performance…praise the Lord that his voice is still there. When he pats you on the back instead of wiping his hand away over and over…praise the Lord that he wants to touch you. Not every foster or adoptive mom ever has a child want to love them back–so praise Him…embrace it…and maybe even grab his hand offering touch…healing hands…right back.

When we feel called to grow through foster and adoption…we are ultimately called to grow by loving kids who have been through trauma. It won’t be easy–for you to love always…and it won’t be easy for traumatized children to accept love. But each word spoken, each touch…each child–is such a miracle. We can take away more of their voices…or help them learn to use them.

No matter how hard it gets…don’t give up. These kids…are so worth fighting for. And until they know it–we must tell them…and fight for them. I wish I had done more tonight…but I’m not sure what to do…so I lay awake and think of you sweet boy…praying for your voice…your heart…and that you know you are loved.