Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Thailand Here We Come!

After a traveling to DC twice in 3 days, Kalzone and I finally have it all! And God is SO SO good! Thank you for all the prayers and support that poured in over the past week.

Hearing terror stories of lost passports and expensive visas had me rebuking worry the past few weeks. But now, sitting in a coffee shop, passport stamped with a visa in hand, I can't describe the my overwhelming thankfulness. The Lord has far exceeded all my expectations, goals and what I deserve over the course of this month. We leave Tuesday morning for Chiang Mai and it feels like a dream. Theres been so many blessings and so much confirmation covering this trip. I just know the Lord has huge things for the 2 of us, and I can't wait to see how it unfolds.
Thank you for all you do!

- 2 Blessed girls -

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Prayers Appreciated!

Kalzone and I head to Washington DC early tomorrow morning to get our work visa's from the Thai Embassy! Prayers appreciated! <3 

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

An Unexpected Journey

Thailand will be a very foreign place to both Kalzone and I. 
For Kalzone it will be not only her first missions trip, but her first time overseas as well. 
For me, it will be my first time in an Asian Culture AND my first time learning all this visa crap!!! 
Oh my word I could pull my hair out! I'm sure I'll look back and be pleased with myself for learning the process and making myself do it, but good grief, it seems to never end. Don't the Thai people want us? I mean have you met me and Kalzone, we are awesome! There should be no required documents for our entrance....
Alright I kid. I mean, we are awesome. But I get it. All this to say: An unexpected cost for a work visa has come up and Kalzone and I have to make a trip to the Thai Embassy in Washington DC on Monday.
This however, Kalzone reminds me, is just the start of our journey. This whole "preparation stage" we're in has been a humbling one to say the least. Every time the Lord has asked Kalzone or I to give, He has replaced the "give" to the exact amount, every time. On top on this, I find it oddly ironic that I found out this morning we have to make the trip to DC when just Sunday afternoon Kalzone was asking if her and I could make a trip there 'someday', "My last visit there was 8th grade and I don't remember a thing, maybe for my birthday we could visit, I would really like that" she said. Brushing this comment off as I had "so much on my mind" I am reminded gently this morning that God never brushes things off, he cares about them all, big or small. And He keeps giving us stuff, I don't quite understand it, but its been very cool to be apart of. God not only loves me and Kal, but he likes us too! So much that he wanted to give us a fun day trip to DC, all because Kalzone simply asked.
 Please pray for finances to be covered, a safe trip to DC and for a speedy visa processing! Thanks everyone! DC Bound. 

Monday, August 19, 2013

The story of Callie McSorley Hetrick
(aka Kalzone)
I’m sure many of you are wondering about the “extra” Hetrick child running around . . .  then again, I’m sure many of you are not wondering at all.
Well, we’ll fill you in anyway:

About this time last year, a friend of mine (Kourtney), Leney Breeden, invited me to check out a new ladies Bible study in the west end. After attending for several weeks, I was starting to wonder why God was so persistent about me going. The time was nice, most of the girls were very quiet and sweet, but it was not affiliated with the church I was attending at the time and it seemed a little random that I was there at alt. But for whatever reason, week after week I felt a strong sense that I was suppose to keep going.
So I did.
One week during prayer request time, Callie McSorley, who may have been the quietest out of the bunch, shared for the first time a little about herself. She asked us to pray for her dad. The comment was quickly jotted down in the girls “Prayer Book” and the circle continued.
But of course, nosy me, I wanted more info…So I interrupted whatever poor girl was trying to speak next, to inquire about Callie’s prayer request. She told us she didn’t know where her dad was. She said one night last year he left and never came back. No one knows where he is and no one has heard from him.
I’m not sure if it was the love of Christ for Callie in me, or my sadness of imagining my life without my own dad in this way. But I broke down…I walked over to Callie with tears running down my face and started to hug her and pray. Right then and there all the girls put their hands on Callie and started to pray with us.

Later that evening Leney asked me if I wouldn’t mind giving Callie, (who most likely thought I was a little strange at this point), a ride home. Of course I wanted to know more about her and said yes.
On our way to her house, Callie opened up to me about her life at present. It was incredible to hear this sweet quiet girl, who I had written off as an average, church going kid, speak about her life story. She had been through more trials and heartache then I could imagine.
…You have to understand, Callie is the most joyful, chill, peaceful person I have ever known and getting her to talk about herself was like pulling teeth! I had to ask specific questions. It was clear she did not want any pity from me as she talked in a very polite cheerful manner. Always ending her sentence with “But its okay now!”
Towards the end of our ride she mentioned that her living arrangements here were coming to an end an. she would be moving away to Texas in a few weeks. She admitted that she wasn’t particularly excited about the move as she was finally adjusting to life in Richmond, making friends and community here. It sounded to me that she had been living the life of a gypsy in various ways for many years, and needed a safe place to call home. As Callie got out of the car I turned and looked at her to say “You’re not moving to Texas.”
She laughed and said “Yes, we need to come up with a plan.” (Probably still thinking a was a little off my rocker…)

That night I went home, burdened by Callie’s story and a bit perplexed by her attitude on life. I shared with my mom and dad about “this girl I met at Bible study.” The next morning dad and I talked in the kitchen, as we often do before he leaves for work. He said; “I can’t explain it, but the girl you were talking about last night has been so heavy on my heart this morning and during my devotions I felt the Lord extending an invitation for her to live with us.”

The rest is kind of obvious; she moved in and changed her name to Kalzone, (so as not to be confused with Kalli). And we all lived happily ever after… Except to say, I know some people make jokes about the “Hetrick’s taking in another stray” or “adopting another one.” But the truth of the matter is, I can’t remember what home life was like without Kalzone. She fit in so well from day one it was like it was always supposed to be this way. I’m in awe of the way the Lord molds lives together. The story of my sister Kalzone is no different. I’m very grateful to the people who listened to God this past year and made this all a reality; Leney, for inviting me to the Bible study; my parents, who fearlessly chase after God’s will for their lives and the lives of their children; Kati, Kris, Kari, Pete, Kalli and Kyle and all of my extended family who welcome people in with open arms never asking questions and of course Kalzone for having an open heart to take that leap of faith with us.

Who would have thought that two girls who didn’t even know the other one existed a year ago would be traveling halfway around the world together to spread God’s love…Kalzone has never been out of the country or on a mission’s trip. I’ve never done a missions trip with a sibling nor been to Asia. It’s a first for both of us, but we are so excited and blessed to have a community around us that loves and supports us in this new journey. I know the Lord has huge things for both of us.
Thank you so much for all you do in our lives.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Measured by Choices

We've all heard the quote: "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."

While this has become a favorite saying of mine, I feel that the way life is shifting and moving, (at warp speed I might add) that this quote has taken on deeper meaning and different wording in my life. This morning while reflecting on the past 4 years, thinking of all the places I've gone, people I've met, things I've lost, and experiences I've gained...I realized that I never really had moments where my breathe was taken away...but rather that the tiny, what seemed like, insignificant choices at the time, have made up where I am sitting now and are the "moments" worth remembering. I would say that, 'Life isn't measured by success and status, But by the decisions that we make and choices we choose. No matter how big or how small. The things you decide today will shape your future forever.' 

 I think if I had thought that way all along, I may have done things differently...but looking back I'm not sure I was suppose to be that "mature" in my way of thinking just yet...

It started with brokenness. Coming to the end of myself and needing to get out...In the beginning it was somewhere between the desire for attention and need for a change. But it became so much more then that. I remember perfectly clear the moment God showed up in their faces. That kind of perspective really changes a person. I became more broken that day then when I had originally started out. And you know what? It was beautiful.
But if I had never tried...If I hadn't made the choice to leave. If I hadn't been brave enough, even with, what was a selfish desire in the beginning. I would have missed out on so much.
You see, I think that christianity is so much more then what its become; I think we settle. I think that

"Christianity is being brave enough to let Christ live through you...Whatever that may look like, wherever that may take you..." 

And being bold enough, for whatever your reasons may be, to make that decision. It won't matter years from now if it was a stupid, embarrassing "dream" or a "I'm at the end of my rope" choice. Because the exquisite part about life and our relationship with God is that it shapes and molds us into so much more when we take that leap of faith.
I don't want to settle for ordinary... because Im not ordinary. The Christ through me makes me an extraordinary human-being. Made for extraordinary purpose.

I don't want moments to "take my breath away" I want to take a deep breath, look all around me and dive head first. I want to make choice to pick up my feet so that the Lord can move them. It's no one else's choice but my own. I want to be brave enough to make the decision to leave, whatever it is, behind.  I want to consciously loose my life to gain my soul.
Mark 8:35 

I leave in 3 weeks for Chiang Mai...Its not a long trip and I'm not really "giving up" anything that amounts to any real sacrifice. There are so many people today that I admire, people who have really given it all for the sake of the cross; Katie Davis (, My dad Rob Hetrick (, Sarah Gardner (serving in the Middle East), Any and all YWAMers (, Sarah Pomeroy (, my Aunt and Uncle- Patty & Peter Ford who have been serving in regions of Africa since I can remember. The list goes on & on...These are the people who will "gain it all."
What have I really given up for the sake of the cross? For the sake of "The Good News"?  What choices am I making that will make THE difference in my future? 
Am I running fearlessly towards my passions, making the best choice based on discernment that I'm seeking out daily in my relationship with Christ? -> Or have I convinced myself that "this is enough."?
My hope is that we can all appreciate the different passions of others...I think sometimes we get swept up in the judgment that - because some peoples dreams don't look as humanitarian or successful as ours that they must not be happy, or must not be where the Lord wants them. Let me be clear; we are the hands and feet of can I be the feet that go, if I don't have the hands that send?  
Be where your suppose to be.

I can't wait for this Fall! - To experience Christ through the Thai culture and live out my passion to be exactly where I am suppose to be.

I'm feeling so thankful and blessed for purpose this morning. Thanking God for all the relationships in my life and the support and encouragement of others who are also pursuing their dreams and passions.

Thailand count down: 25 days.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Thailand Bound
Hello Friends, Family, and Friends we consider Family!


Among the many forms of ministry we will be doing, we will be working closely in the fight to stop Human Trafficking. Here are some facts about what we’re up against so you will be more informed as you pray -
Globally, the average cost of a slave is $90.
Trafficking primarily involves exploitation which comes in many forms, including:
                      Forcing victims into prostitution
                      Subjecting victims to slavery or involuntary servitude
                      Compelling victims to commit sex acts for the purpose of creating pornography
                      Misleading victims into debt bondage
According to some estimates, approximately 80% of trafficking involves sexual exploitation, and 19% involves labor exploitation.
.    There are approximately 20 to 30 million slaves in the world today.
According to the U.S. State Department, 600,000 to 800,000 people are trafficked across international borders every year. More than 70 percent are female and half are children.
The average age a teen enters the sex trade is 12 to 14-years old. Many victims are runaway girls who were sexually abused as children.
Human trafficking is the third largest international crime industry (behind illegal drugs and arms trafficking).
It reportedly generates a profit of $32 billion every year. This is more than Starbucks and Google combined.
Of that number, $15.5 billion is made in industrialized countries.
The International Labor Organization estimates that women and girls represent the largest share of forced labor victims with 11.4 million trafficked victims (55 percent) compared to 9.5 million (45 percent) men.
Ways to Give:
We both need to raise $3,000 buckaroos each! So along with totally working our butts off, we plan lots of fund raisers and small jobs here and there.
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