This title describes my life perfectly right now. If I'm really honest, it has described just about every season of my life. Upon entering this new season, I feel like I'm walking into Narnia. A magical land that I've always dreamed of. Mom and I are starting a business that centers around providing homes with beautiful things to create an inviting, enjoyable and restful place. We desire to see families built around community and hospitality. We believe that making an inviting and beautiful home is a key part of this. It's a dream that is evolving into my reality. I am stoked!
Although I am excited, I also feel like little sheppard boy David. I'm about to face something way beyond my skill level. I'm about to put myself 'out there' without any knowing of how it's going to be accomplished. Without knowing the result of our business. Without even knowing the starting steps. I have no knowledge on how to be an entrepreneur. I don't even know much about proper marketing. I don't even have a degree in interior design.
The funny thing is, I have a feeling that this is exactly the place of inadequacy that God's children are called to. We are meant to face the impossible. We are suppose to stare at our fears and shout how Great our God is as we take those fears with a victorious hand. His power is made perfect in my wakeness. If done out of my own ability, I'd sadly live a life lacking His power! Boring!
So, this day, I humble myself as I dwell on the Mighty ability of my King, who so happens to be my Father! I stare at my Giant today, and I can declare Him defeated. I choose to put away the lies of my past failures. Usually, I would allow past memories to keep me from starting anything. But, where would that leave me? Better yet, where would that keep me from going?
Here's what I do choose to believe instead, He knows my name. I find joy and confidence in that. I feel like a careless child. I don't have any real worries or fears. I expect him to provide all that I need and I depend on Him to give knowledge, wisdom, finances, open doors, closed doors, abundance, skill, and even complete joy!
Although knowing this brings me rest, I still play a part in all of this. I have things to bring to the table. Just like those 5 loaves and 2 fish that fed 5000 people. He's given us gifts that we can entrust in His hands to multiply. These gifts are really an unfair advantage to others who live totally in the world without His power.
According to our Father's matchless Word, we are given the mind of Christ. Jesus always makes the right decisions. Right decisions always lead to success. This is what Mom and I are confident of, we bring what we have and He uses it to accomplish what seems to be the impossible. He so sweetly allows us to play a part in His purposes!
We bring our passions to the table. We invision homes filled with families who are able to rest and enjoy the place they live in. They are able to invite others in to feel apart of what they've created. We see community being built in these lovely spaces.
We value affordability and stewardship. We desire all that we do to honor the Lord in our work and in our homes. As we bring these things to the table, we will watch as these gifts increase abundantly through the miracle of our Father. We may not feed five thousand, but what if we could bring hospitality and community to over 5000 homes? Yes, Lord!
He is meeting my daily need right now to overcome fear and insecurity to allow Him to work this business as only He could! I can't wait to be apart of a modern day miracle to see two under qualified children of God, forever changed by His power made perfect where we are lacking!
So cheers to being inexperienced! I shout at my new adventure with victory in my voice! This business will grow abundantly, not by my ability, but by my Father's supremacy!

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
The Reward
I realize I’m a terrible blogger. I think back to things
that have taken place these past 6 months or so that just haven’t been written
about.
If you want to, you can come down memory lane with me to
play some catch up on health and work. My work and God’s work in me.
Maybe one day, when I’m more productive, I’ll get the hang
of a steady update!
December of 2013, I arrived back home for what I thought to
be a quick family visit. After my visit, I planned to head back to New Zealand
to attend the Tauranga House of Prayer internship.
Boy was I wrong!
That’s what I get for limiting God and holding onto my ideas
of How he would work in my life. It’s been good for me to experience the tough
love of God himself, destroying my ideals and replacing it with His good and
perfect plan.
January I realized something was wrong. Bad wrong. While in
NZ I knew my health was getting away from me, but It didn’t really hit me until
I was home, still and taking time to rest.
Doctors had no answers and thought I was imagining my
issues. Twelve hours of sleeping then needing a nap after two hours of being
awake was my new norm. Depression
was taking over. Some thought I was stressed, but I had nothing to stress
about!
After a few months of waiting, I was able to see an
incredible Doctor that truly cares. That loves Jesus. That is leading me to
re-gaining my health.
Here’s a list of what’s been going on, incase you’re
curious.
It all started with Candida Overgrowth. It’s normally in our
GI and keeps things balanced, but it can get crazy sometimes especially if your
immune system is suppressed. Which, mine just so happened to be.
An abundance of Candida took over. It's able to dangerously pass
the blood-brain barrier and alter your mood and thoughts. It’s like a robot
that is controlling beyond what you can control. This explained the depression
and crazy thoughts going on.
With a few meds and a special diet, I got back on track.
After the first month and a half, I was noticing a change and was slowly becoming
the old and familiar me.
Hypothyroid was my other diagnosis. It runs in my family, so
no surprise really. It’s best treated with healing the gut from the Candida reeking
havoc, as well as diet. Pretty much, I lack tons of minerals and supplements
that help my body make the thyroid hormone. When thyroid isn’t regulated, it
effects tons of things. I mostly see effects in hormones and metabolism. When
it isn’t working, I’m fat and moody. I wouldn’t complain as much if I was fat
and happy! (well, maybe I would)
It’s still not up to par and I feel it will be a while.
Diet, and exercise are helping.
Speaking of exercise, I was diagnosed with hypoglycemia. My
energy supply depletes when I work out. A short DVD of Tybo had me leaning over
my friend’s toilet. True story. Tybo isn’t physically strenuous at all. If I
was doing cross fit, I wouldn’t be surprised about puking. Long story short, my
blood sugar drops frequently and I get the weak feeling with shaky hands. I
have to snack often to keep it from going low. If it continually goes low, it
makes my eyesight worse and just doesn’t feel good.
I’m on the road to finding balance. What works for me, and
what doesn’t.
What I can and cannot eat. What exercise I can and cannot do.
I
desire to be in great health. Please pray with me on that one.
I’ve had tons of other minimal but weird things like
allergic reactions and inflammation. Weird skin hyper pigmentation on my right
hand. Also, I had a random allergy to a new deodorant. I mean. What in the
world?
This isn’t a list of
complaints, but just honesty for those who have been asking and who want the
down low on specific ways to pray for me. I’m grateful for y’all!
Coming home, I doubted his work in my life. He didn’t do
what I expected. I didn’t go back to New Zealand. He didn’t provide me a house
to move out of my parent’s place. He didn’t allow me to meet my significant
other. I didn’t have all the ‘next steps’ that I imagined. Instead, I was made
well aware of my sickness and how I could do nothing until it was under control.
Not only physically as I mentioned above, but spiritually too.
Those of you who know about my travels last year, I
experienced a mountaintop. I traveled when I had no money. I was trained under
the best group of leaders and radical Jesus followers. I poured out the love God
rooted in me on my dear Filipino friends. I saw over $20,000 covering my fees,
outreach, and living cost and 18 plane rides provided for me throughout the
year. Which is no surprise, where God is, so is His supply! It was fantastic
and my life was changed.
The sad part. I associated the only change that could happen
in me is in New Zealand. Boy, I’m glad I was wrong. Having poor health has
brought me a reason to slow down and pay attention. I was busy last year. That
was my job, to fall in love with Jesus and do something about the lack of him
in the world. Upon coming home, I had other responsibilities and I slowly moved
God to the back burner. Oh, He didn’t like that much.
I doubted what He had done in me and spoken to me. I didn’t
think He could work in me in this lousy state.
I’m glad I was wrong.
Shortly after my Doctor got me going on the right track, I
was offered a job at my Nanny’s Church.
A paid position, to teach and pour out what I was learning to a youth
group. Doesn’t get any better than that! Our group was small. We had about 5-10
students each week. I love small groups!
This was something I looked forward to and that had me in the word. It was
something that I knew God was working in me, even when I didn’t feel that I was
making a difference. (Compared to last year)
I had to be in communication with God. I had to press into
him for words and direction. He came as I asked. That job came to an end and
another one opened up.
My home church asked me to be an intern for their youth
group. I felt inadequate, but I pressed in and gave it what I had at that time.
It was a little more daunting than the previous job. This
time there was at least 60 students. That’s six times the amount of eyes on me
than my last job. I’d done public speaking before, but this time, Satan kept
bringing up old insecurities. Don’t you hate when He does that. I sure do, it’s
not okay. I told him who was boss and got through it.
One Wednesday comes to mind. It’s easy for me to want to classify
it as a fail, but God seemed to work otherwise. He is over things, despite when
I acknowledge it or not.
I’d already spoken two weeks. It was the third week, and I
was ready. I had spent more hours laboring in prayer this week than the past
weeks. I was expectant of God and just knew how the night would go. Boy was I
wrong, and I wasn’t so glad to be wrong this time.
Everything is out of place. My mic squeals multiple times
for extended shrieks. As soon as I stepped up to speak, I literally couldn’t be
heard. Distraction number one. I was flustered. I had to use a hand held mic
which I wasn’t use to. I’m not so good at the multi coordination thing. So,
that is my number two distraction. Number three, there was an unusual amount of
movement in the room. People in and out. I couldn’t keep focused. My thoughts
would go somewhere and I would forget where I was going in an instant. The main
points I wanted to make never really were driven home. The examples I had
didn’t quite make the connections. Fear took over.
When I looked back at my ‘performance’, I thought of it as a
fail. I stopped short of finishing my talk and went into praying.
Of course, now I know exactly what I should have done. The
moment I felt flustered, I should have been honest with the group. I should
have told them that I felt distracted and I could have asked for prayer and for
the Holy Spirit to lead despite the attacks. Well, human me decided I could get
through it because I prepared, I had notes, and I knew how the night would go.
Big mistake. Too many I’s.
Here’s the sweet part. Afterward, my friend could tell I was
upset. If you don’t have one already, get you a good friend. They will be there
in the right place at the right time for some truth and love. I was hearing
lies of failure and she said this, “That’s not what I experienced tonight.
Before you listen to lies, ask God what He thinks.” She rightly popped some
stupid bubbles filling my head and pointed me to the One who I was doing this
for anyways. He was pleased, I did what I was called to do.
In the beginning I didn’t allow much room for Him to work,
you know He doesn’t force himself on us. I’m confident that if I would had
taken time to acknowledge Him, the night would have been much different. Even
so, I wouldn’t know what I know now, I’m glad it happened the way it happened.
Humbling experiences are good for us. Thinking about it now,
Jesus, the human form of God, came in a humbling way. Born of a weak human and His bed was a feeding
trough. Awesome. The journey Mary took with Joseph to Bethlehem was at least a 90-mile
trek and a three-day journey. It’d be hard to convince me to do that being 9
months pregnant, no thanks!
He sustains us and gives us strength. The miserable,
unfortunate, and illogical circumstances lead us to where God wants us to be. In
the right place at the right time.
If Cesar Augustus hadn’t put a decree for the census in Rome.
Mary wouldn’t have traveled to Bethlehem. It all makes sense looking back.
Being taxed stinks, but it led Jesus to His rightful
birthplace.
So now, the encouragement part. Thank you friends for being
a sweet gift from God! After that talk, where I thought it was a fail, three
people told me otherwise. Up until this week, I hadn’t had a whole lot of feedback.
This week was significant. First, was a group of 8th grade girls.
Without me asking, they told me what they had learned while I was teaching them
on Wednesday nights. One spoke of how she hadn’t heard the story of Hosea and
she went home that night and read the entire book. The next guy, I hardly knew
him, but he still took time to encourage me. He told me that I did well and
that some things stuck with him that week. I couldn’t believe someone actually
got something out of it. Praise God! Next, a fellow youth mentor encouraged me.
She told me how she was encouraged and excited about the things I was speaking
on. She was glad that I was choosing things that are often avoided and not
talked about.
Wow, just like that. God gave me three sweet gifts and a
nice reminder of how kind and gracious He is to me, even when I miss the mark.
Even when I’ve chosen to rely on my human flesh verses His grace. But, look at
that. He was pleased.
That’s the story of redemption. He uses our mishaps to work
beautifully in his story. He fulfills his promise to perfect our faith.
He’s been perfecting mine.
In the silence, I’ve trusted He is still there.
In the trouble, I’ve trusted he is still good.
In the pain, I’ve trusted in his comfort.
In the struggle and confusion, I’ve trusted his perfect
plan.
These things may not have been lessons learned if I would
have boarded a plane back to New Zealand!
The unfortunates are leading me to the right place at the
right time. Growing in my faith as well as my desire for more of Him.
It hasn’t been pretty. It hasn’t been abundant.
It’s been hard and just enough. It’s been waiting and
enduring.
It’s been pouring out and loving.
May you be encouraged that the hard times allow us to
experience a side of Jesus that we wouldn’t normally if we were on top of that
glorious mountain all the time. We need to experience the sweetness of a
heavenly Father, as we trust him to take care of us in times of need.
He is the reward.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Messy Maintenance
I figure it’s time now, time to be real.
I don’t usually put my personal ‘messy’ life on this world wide
web of ours.
I’ve gone back and forth about whether or not I need to
write about this emotional stage of my life. I tend to keep my stuff to myself. It’s easier that way. But not always beneficial. So. For
anyone interested, here goes nothing!
The first few months of being home from my adventures last
year have been challenging. I’ve narrowed it down to 3 reasons.
Struggle No. 1: Undiagnosed
Health. In the beginning, I didn’t talk to much anyone about what was
happening. Depression set in and hope flew out the window. To the best of my
confused ability, I did share with my mom and my dear friends Katie and Amber.
They were sweet to listen, and helpful. (special thanks to these ladies) xoxo
Instead of fully embracing the mess, I desperately tried to
pull myself together, knowing this is not my ‘normal self’. The ‘Fake it till I
make it’ mantra only lasted until April. Doctors couldn’t tell me what was
wrong, all test came back normal. (Apparently, I was going crazy!) I slowly
began talking and feeling my way through. Most of the time, those talks came
out exactly how my mind didn’t want
them to. (Forgive me, if you got the brutal ‘fed-up’ rants)
Soon enough, Prayers were answered in May for some
incredible changes. My 22nd year kicked off with more Energy,
positive thoughts, and a new hope!
Almost a month later, today, I took a visit to a new (to me)
Doctor who is unbelievably concerned about the core of my health. (These
doctors even exist?!) My Doctor visit wasn’t just a prescription for my
symptoms, but an in-depth evaluation of why my body is malfunctioning! My new
Doctor is a genius, our God is a genius. Win, win! (Health struggles? Ask me
for details!)
Let’s just say, my list of 20 symptoms and concerns were
explained to me today. The Doctor didn’t look at me like I was making it all
up. He looked at me truthfully, like I’ve been sick for a long time without
being helped. Praise the Lord! I’m on the road to healing and I’m happy about
it!
Struggle No. 2: Finding
my place after living elsewhere. I’ve found myself lost, unsure about the
future, and unhappy in my present place. I think it’s so easy for me to feel
like I’m stagnant, stuck, and waiting. This describes how I’ve certainly felt
for these past few months. Don’t hear me wrong! Since being home, Big things
have happened. I accepted an internship for my home church. I have the privilege
of imparting what I learned last year into two youth groups. And, I’ve poured
into young families by watching over their kiddos, and earning cash while doing
it! I experienced a promise of God’s fulfilled in my life through a vehicle given to me! It’s nothing short of
exciting, truly!
To be completely honest, there is a piece that just hasn’t
been clicking, and though I’ve had moments of joy and peace during distractions,
when those distractions weren’t present, floods of deep emptiness arose.
In those moments, I looked for a way out. I read my bible,
books, inspiring blogs, and uplifting magazines. I tuned into live streams with
the International House of Prayer. I constantly listened to worship music and worshiped
with my guitar. Mom pulled me out of bed to soak up the sun or to acquaint
myself with the couch for a funny movie. I said yes to things I wanted to say
no too. I was down, but I was determined not to stay there. These little
moments have added up. They’ve been a behind the scenes work of piecing my life
back together.
I’ve marked the good days on Instagram post and Facebook
updates. The messy, I’ve tried to burry, from the world, and my memory!
_ _ _ _ _ _
My purpose for writing isn’t to worry you. The things I’ve
felt are, I think, rather normal and I expect many people have been or will go
through similar circumstances for all these reasons or even more. I will
probably get a few more waves of this messiness in my life. Thankfully, now I
have more of a defense built up to take on the next ones.
However, the reason I write is because it’s all too easy to
go through ‘shame mode’. It’s easy to hide until these waves pass me by. My
world today says only the flattering, and edited photos are posted. Mistakes
are discarded. The fabulous and exciting is showed off, not the mundane and grungy.
Friends, there is a need for us to be together in the mess
too, you know? That’s where the connection happens. That’s where healing
happens.
The ones who know me the most see past my defenses. Even
today, a dear friend found me out. I’ve left her out of my loop. (I shouldn’t
have) Why I have I been silent and in shame? Surely, it’s because I could never
fall to such a valley after my mountain top experience of last year.
(yeah right!)
Also, while speaking up today about my messy situation, It
may have brought an answer to prayer for a close friend of mine.
Why be silent? No more, no more!
Here’s my challenge, let’s give each other permission to
take time to be honest. Permission to talk more, to be humanly imperfect more,
okay?
_ _ _ _ _ _
Friends…
Dear Friends, thank you for sharing life with me through the
messy bits. I have had several Skype’s, emails, and phone chats from overseas
and out of state friends. I’ve been invited along on week long stays away from
my home with healthy eating and mandatory walks to town. My family, both
immediate and extended, has been such a joy! Spring trips to the strawberry
fields and Farmers market have done some wonders too! Catching up at Starbucks
and Barberitos have both been good for the soul! ;) Each and EVERY one of
you are great to me, and I am thankful!
_ _ _ _ _ _
Struggle No. 3: Where
in the world am I heading now? I have asked this question of myself
countless times now. Many of you have asked me this question, and I haven’t
been able to give you a definite answer! For now, I’m getting on. I still want
more clarity about my life here in America. I need a little more direction,
although I’m learning to live day to day. Compared to the early months of 2014,
things are really really good. Health
is on the rise and crazy emotions are descending. (YES!) Although vague, I’ll
have to leave it at that in order to not tire you with the extensive details of
where my health has been and where it’s heading!
Spiritually, I’m trusting Jesus more than I ever had to
while getting on those planes last year. When I can’t make sense of emotions,
and feelings of craziness overtake me, it demands leaning on Jesus. He has been
my ultimate, slow, yet best healer. In moments of silence, I press in. There is
more to my victorious life in Jesus, and I’m on the path to living it!
I still have that daily growing dream of mine. (It’s not
going away, ever!) I still long to see hospitality restored as a fundamental
part of our Christian lives. It starts with me and my home, now. One day
though, my dream will no longer be a dream. It will be a wonderful reality. It
will be a well created and constructed retreat. Ministers and missionaries will
find true rest and encouragement. Ultimately, even during the steps I now take,
that is my end goal. (Aside from knowing Jesus, that is!)
Truthfully, this dream has seemed distant and unattainable
this year. Doubt has risen, but you know, Jesus was fond of the weak and
broken. He used them for mighty things in his kingdom.
Let it be!
I will say this in closing. This season of living the messy
leaves me humbled and grateful. It’s the process of the mess that is the gift,
not the gold.