In Her Shoes ~ By Grace Alone

In Her Shoes is a series written by readers to give us a glimpse into their lives – to see what it is like to walk in their shoes. Today I am honored to introduce you to my friend Vanessa Brock. She is a wife, mother, and missionary living in Peru. She and her beautiful family have been on quite a journey, so let’s join our friend as she shares with us what it is like to walk in her shoes. ~ Love, G

In Her Shoes ~ By Grace Alone

I wear a lot of different shoes; flip-flops, tennis shoes, rain boots, and riding boots, but my favorite and most worn is nothing. I go barefoot most every day of my life here in the jungle. Bare feet are easier to wash and so much cooler!

In my bare feet, I homeschool my three beautiful kids and help my genius husband build our house out of iron wood lumber that we mill ourselves from giant logs. Life here is wonderful, tough, and not for the faint of heart.

I have wanted to be a missionary since I was seven years old, and when my family moved to Russia when my identical twin and I were ten, and our little sister was nine, I was thrilled. We lived in an orphanage as a kind of surrogate family to the kids and loved them as such.

Although we are both from Georgia, I met my husband, Vann Brock, in Russia. He was a single missionary at seventeen years old. He taught English in the public schools, worked with the police of Moscow helping juvenile delinquents that they were trying to save from mafia associations, and was an interpreter for the Department of Education. He spent many hours at our orphanage where Momma fixed him southern style food, we girls adored him, and he and Daddy would talk into the wee hours of the morning. They were kindred spirits. We saw God work some amazing miracles for us and in people’s lives! Those were the best years, but they also marked the end of my childhood. The weight of the world was on my shoulders.

We knew when we moved to Russia that Daddy had a brain tumor. He miraculously survived a brain hemorrhage two years before, from which he had fully recovered. Three years later, a box accidently fell on his head while unloading a shipping container on Christmas day. Somehow that triggered the tumor to grow, and he started having headaches and seizures that would put him in bed for six weeks at a time. Daddy needed Momma’s constant care, so my sisters and I started going out to the market alone to do the shopping and I would cook most of our meals.

The doctor from our mission in Moscow came out with supplies and taught me how to give Daddy an I.V. which I did every third day for six months. At that point, my parents went back to the States thinking that Daddy just needed a chiropractic adjustment. He had an MRI done and found that his tumor had doubled in size, and he would need emergency brain surgery. My mother called us with this news and told us that we would have to pack up and fly home alone. He barely survived the surgery with every possible complication, and he lived for two years after that. My Daddy died when I was fifteen. He was the greatest lover of Jesus that I have ever known.

From the time that we left Russia, I assumed the responsibility of running our household while my mother selflessly cared for my dad.  I did all of the cooking and cleaning, and I schooled my sisters and myself as best I could. At sixteen years old I got my GED after not having any formal schooling for seven years.

Meanwhile, after Vann left Russia, he was working in Georgia as a Research and Development engineer. When he made enough money for tickets, he would fly to South America as a missionary to missionaries. He could fix anything and build anything, and loved extreme sports. He taught a small engine repair class to a remote tribe in Peru, and a rock climbing class in Paraguay. He traveled all over South America helping countless missionaries.

Boy, I loved this man, and was so proud of him. I wanted to be a part of his adventures and help him in his mission. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that I had found my soul mate, so I married him at seventeen years old – my mother had to sign for me! I was not the typical seventeen year old though, to say the least. I had already lived a lifetime.

Foreign missions was a no-brainer for us. There is nothing else that gives either one of us so much joy. We traveled the States to raise support for four years. Those years were full of blessings and loss. We lost our first baby in the fourth month of the pregnancy. Not long after that, Vann’s father passed away unexpectedly during a redo-quadruple bypass surgery. He loved me as one of his own, and was one of the greatest blessings of my life. God mercifully gave us two healthy babies after two traumatic, life-threatening deliveries sixteen months apart. We finally moved to the jungles of Peru with a twenty-one month old and a five month old and I was twenty-one. Two years later our third healthy baby was born in Lima after another emergency C-section. I moved twenty-four times by the time I was twenty-five. I was ready to be in one place long term, even if it was the jungle!

Vann and I spent several months cutting wood and building our garage apartment. By the time we got a roof on it, with screens in the windows and a door, we moved in. We lived IN the construction without electricity or running water for almost a year with a four, three and one year old. I filled buckets of water to haul for washing, and our bathroom was not even an outhouse – we had waist-high grass and post-hole diggers. Imagine that – in the rain forest, in the heat, in the bugs, in the mud. Not much fun.

No electricity meant no refrigeration or fans or anything. We ate mush for breakfast and beans and rice twice a day every day for months, and my kids never once complained. I wasn’t nearly so gracious. I am a city girl. I had never been camping in my life, and I thought that things like electricity and indoor plumbing were necessities of life. I quickly learned that I am stronger than I thought I was, and that those things are luxuries that I will not ever take for granted again. All of our days were spent building from dawn to dusk in the sweltering heat with no reprieve. They were hard, but good days. Sweet days.

Vanessa's In Her Shoes House2

 Vann insulated our house with rice hulls, so it is a small air-conditioned haven. We have electricity, running hot water, and high speed internet in the middle of the jungle – he built a communications tower that wirelessly beams our phone and Internet from the nearest town 10 miles away. Again, my husband is a genius! Of course the plan was to build the apartment and then while living in it, move right on along and build the main house. God obviously had other plans for us.

On November 16th 2008 at 1 a.m. we survived a home invasion. Some men kicked our door in and shot up our house not knowing that we were all safely tucked away in the loft (no one sleeps near the roof in the tropics and we wouldn’t either except for the insulation of the rice hulls). My awesome God and my brave “Vann Damme” fought for us, and protected us from harm.  Of course after this, Vann dealt with some crazy PTSD symptoms and didn’t sleep more than two hours a night for two and a half years.

Eight years ago, about a year after we moved here, I got a virus from some bug bites that I have never fully recovered from. I started dealing with a strange assortment of symptoms that the doctors have all called Fibromyalgia and Chronic Fatigue due to stress. Me? Stressed? No…

The episodes of fatigue and pain have come and gone through the years, and gotten worse at times, but this last year has been one long, difficult episode that I can’t seem to surface from. I can’t be around any groups of people for any amount of time or my blood pressure plummets through the floor and I can’t walk or talk. Tears run automatically down my face. It’s weird, and embarrassing, and isolating. My brain seems to be in a fog and I simply cannot process much at a time. I forget words (especially in Spanish) and cannot handle much going on around me. I need an extreme amount of sleep at night, and a nap every day. On my worst days I can’t even talk (with slurred speech) for more than a minute without exhausting myself much less get out of bed. I have low blood volume and low blood pressure (80/40), and a suppressed immune system. I have spent more than a year without going shopping, or to church, or prayer meeting, or anything where there may be more than a couple of people. I LOVE people – I love being around them, and talking and listening, serving and ministering. I have no problems getting up and talking in front of hundreds of people. If my house isn’t full of people something is wrong. I am the poster-child for the extroverted, or I was. Now, I am broken.

My family has been extraordinary in their care for me. I am so very grateful, but I feel useless and frustrated and like such a burden. Here I am – a missionary, and all of the things that I had been doing, what I thought was “ministry” have all come to a screeching halt.

Vanessa's In Her Shoes Family

This lesson has been a very humbling one – It’s not about me. My life is God’s. My health is His. My family is His. My ministry, my hopes and dreams, my plans and desires and any strength I might have are all His to use as He sees fit. His light shines brighter through a broken vessel with cracks and holes in it, than through a solid whole one. He will receive ALL the glory no matter how I feel, or what I do in His name – By Grace Alone.

More resent blood tests have shown “evidence of Secondary Adrenal and Neurovascular Exhaustion due to prolonged and excessive stress.” Oh, well, okay. Maybe I have been stressed, but I’ve been happy. This has been an amazing life! I am now taking a steroid to keep my blood pressure up and medication to give my adrenals a rest, and it has been a tremendous help. Now, my best days mean that I can get my family fed, the kids through their schoolwork, and after a nap I sometimes have the energy to help Vann cut wood and build walls – all in my bare feet I might add. 🙂

“If you ask me to run

And carry your light into foreign land
If you ask me to fight
Deliver your people from Satan’s hand

I’ll go, but I cannot go alone
‘Cause I know I’m nothing on my own

But the power of Christ in me makes me strong
Makes me strong

‘Cause when I’m weak, you make me strong

When I’m blind you shine your light on me
‘Cause I’ll never get by living on my own ability

How refreshing to know you don’t need me

How amazing to find that you want me

So I’ll stand on Your Truth, and I’ll fight with Your Strength

Until You bring the victory, by the power of Christ in me”

-Casting Crowns, “In Me”

To read more encouraging stories, or if you are interested in sharing your own story, please go to the In Her Shoes tab near the top of the page. I love learning about the people in this series. Connecting with others seems to make the world feel not quite as big and scary. We’re all in this together. I can’t wait to hear from you, to read your stories, and learn more of what it is like to walk in your shoes. ~ Love, Ginger

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  • Anonymous says:

    A story of complete surrender and trust in a sovereign God. Praying for Gods light to shine bright whether that’s complete healing or ministry through hardship. Thanks for sharing your story.

  • Martha Garcia says:

    I am surprised see how big are your children, so proud and thankfully, meet this brave family, i know God is working in their lives for his Glory, i specially thanks for their work in Peru, reaching people for his glory, i am praying for your complete healing. Martha

  • Sadie says:

    Lovely, lovely! Her identical twin is a sweet friend of mine! So fun to read this! I love your blog – I am a mil spouse, too. And after reading some of your re-tweets on twitter, I think our childhood may have been similar… 🙂 Happy Friday!

    • ginger says:

      Hiya, Sadie! I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that you stopped by! I just started checking out your blog, and I can’t wait to read more! Veronique is such a sweet soul, and I am so blessed to have gotten to know their family in Russia! Does this mean that you were in ATI, too?! 🙂

  • Misty Maki says:

    Foreign missions intrigue me. We have some friends that were in Haiti, they were held up and shot in their home… could it be that story that makes me put the whole foreign mission thoughts on hold? You are brave and adventurous… most of all you said send me and meant it. *sigh* Thank you for sharing your beautiful story.

  • Shana Norris says:

    Wow, Vanessa. What a story – and what a life you’ve led. I’m so glad the medication you’ve been taking has helped somewhat. You and your husband sound like amazing people with such a passion for serving others.

    • ginger says:

      Hi Shana! I was so blessed to read Vanessa’s story as well. I’m so happy that you enjoyed it! I’ll make sure that Vanessa sees your sweet comments 🙂

  • Ceil says:

    Hi Vanessa and Ginger! This is such an amazing, inspirational story. Your love for each other, your family, God and the missions has transformed your lives…and I can certainly understand the frustration of your body not cooperating with your desire.

    I hope that you will get all the rest you need, and moments of peace too. Your work is important, and may God bless you and your family as you inspire so many who read about your life and work.
    It’s a pleasure to meet you 🙂

    • ginger says:

      Hiya, Ceil! I am so happy that you stopped by today! Thank you for your encouraging comments – I’ll make sure that Vanessa gets them! 🙂 Hope you have a wonderful week! ~ Ginger

  • Krista says:

    Ginger, I just found your blog today and don’t know how I didn’t know you were blogging! 🙂 Veronique, I had no idea the things you’ve been through, particularly the last year or so. XO So many of your physical symptoms are things I’ve been facing too and I ache for your pain and exhaustion and that awful feeling of being a drain on the ones you love. Wishing you deep and thorough healing and much patience as you endure this pain. XO

  • Kerri Sasnett says:

    Dear Vanessa (and thank you, Ginger for allowing Vanessa to share her story),
    I don’t know if you remember me, but Marty and I came down to Peru to do a ladies’ retreat. I think you might have been involved in the first one. We have now been there 3 times!!
    I so enjoyed reading your story. God has indeed done a wonderful work in and through you. I was especially drawn to the comments on weakness – I’m involved in a ladies’ Bible study on Gideon right now and talk about someone feeling weak!! I have been encouraged by Gideon’s questions (because I ask many of the same questions), his forgetfulness (because I, too often, forget what God has done in the past) and his obedience in spite of total understanding (that’s how I want to be). I so often feel like the weakest women – yet God has graciously whittled down what I think I need and given me strength and courage to put one foot in front of the other as I walk where He is calling me to walk. And it sounds like you are doing the same. You go, girl!! May God continue to bless you, to open your eyes to the everyday, ordinary things that you have to be grateful for. Have you read, Ann Voskamp’s, “One Thousand Gifts”? I have been so blessed and encouraged to start my own gratitude journal – I’m at 277 right now and boy, has that changed my perspective on life.
    May the Lord bless you and keep you, may His face shine upon you today and give you peace.
    Hugs, Kerri

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