Thursday, March 17, 2011

Last Day

Today is the last day of wearing the dress. I can’t wait to hang it up in my closet tonight never to bring it back out again. A friend asked me today if I was going to burn it. There will be no dress burning as tempting as that might sound. I’m sure one day it will make it’s way out of the closet.

It has certainly been something I won’t forget. Thank you Amy for allowing me to be apart of this amazing experience with you. I am no longer unaware and uninformed. I have much to still learn, but you have helped me to have better understanding. You are having an impact in helping others become aware, but also encouraging others to do something about it! Thank you!

I’ve been thinking about Amy. How in the world has she done this for four months and still has two to go? I can definitely appreciate more of what she is experiencing even though I only did it for a month. It’s like my friends who have husbands that travel. They often say, “I have a whole new appreciation for single moms”. They’ve gotten a glimpse. I’ve gotten a glimpse of Amy’s world.

It’s when we walk in another person's shoes for a while that we know a little bit about what it must be like to be them. I think of Jesus. He became flesh. The God of the universe experienced humanity and he didn’t just get a glimpse. He experienced it fully! He knows what it’s like to hunger, because he experienced it. He knows what it’s like to be weary. He knows what it’s like to have others reject him; one of his own betrayed Him. He knows loneliness, grief, mourning, pain. He knows! He’s not a distant bystander. He KNOWS and He wants us to turn to Him.

Certainly many who are reading this, haven’t been personally affected by human trafficking. We haven’t walked in their shoes. But, we can be apart of the healing process. Ultimately, I believe God is the one who can bring hope and healing to these girls who are in slavery, but we can be apart of what He’s doing.

If you haven’t had a chance to check out the website: The Daughter Project, please do. Would you consider giving to the Daughters and being apart helping girls who are sold into slavery?

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Psalm 34:18

Alex has another broken bone. This time it’s his ankle. I won’t go into the details of how it happened since little brother was involved in the incident. His broken ankle has kind of been a word picture for the state of his heart these past few days. Broken, sad and missing his dad.
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Some days grief just hits you like a giant wave that catches you by surprise and knocks you right off your feet. Even though it’s been almost five years since Erik’s death, there are days were we are still sad. Alex has had a few of those days lately. As a mom, I want to fix it and make it better. I know I can’t. I just held him while he wept and prayed that the Lord would comfort him.

The next morning, the boys were coloring while listening to the Seeds family worship CD (which is excellent by the way). It’s Scripture set to music and just a lot of fun to sing. One song came on, Psalm 34:18 and I noticed Alex singing the words. The chorus of the song is: "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

He asked me to play it over and over and over again. God was encouraging, strengthening, and ministering to him through this song and through His word. Sometimes it’s just good for me to step aside and let the Lord do what only He can do!

I think about the women and girls who have been trapped in the modern day slavery of the sex trade. Broken. Crushed. I believe the Lord can bring hope and healing. I believe He can use ordinary people like you and me to be a vehicle of hope.


The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Debbie and Miya's story

Why am i wearing this dress everyday? For these women! Check out this article. Be forewarned; it's a bit graphic. Debbie and Miya's story

rockin' the straight hair

Watching the Butler Bulldogs play some ball! Yes, i have on the dress!