I used to concern myself with looking and feeling squeaky clean because I was Christian. 

I’d look at Christians with tattoos that cussed, with confusion. 

I understand them a little better now. 

I can’t be so concerned with cleanliness that I’m completely unapproachable. And keeping that facade intact is so exhausting…

If people look at me and see a perfect little Christian girl, how can we ever get to a point where we’re honest with each other and able to talk about the things that matter? 

Sometimes I think it’s kind of strange that I love Judaism and Israel as much as I do. 

But maybe it’s partly because of that hellish religion that wants to destroy the West. I see a disgusting perversion of the truth that tries to pass itself off as a religion of peace. Some people are fooled, but not me. 

God save the queen, and her country, and my country, please. 


The brokenness and chaos I see in the world around me (specifically in Texas and the United States) is just so painful…

I know Christ has overcome the grave, but I really do wish He’d just return triumphantly to earth already. 

Lord, heal our land

These past few days I’ve felt sorrow, because I believe limited and small government is ideal, but this type of government only works when the citizens can behave. 

Greed is what has brought our country to its present condition. My dad has mentioned that if he ever won the lottery, he’d make sure that his brothers and sisters would have better jobs. 

If only the elite thought this way. 

We have so many homeless people, and Hollywood is full of millionaires that could care less about the problems in our country. 

Disclaimer: I hate socialism. 

It’s just incredibly sad that we were blessed with so much freedom, and now look where we are. 

All we had to do was listen to Ecclesiastes 12:13.

Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man.


Yesterday at a Christmas concert, again I remembered how the Lord has provided for me ALL of my life, way before I got saved in college.

The sweet and wonderful Methodist couple that would give me cake whenever I asked, and that I’m sure would pray for me from time to time.

My amazing Catholic teacher that went above and beyond to serve her school and community and me.

All my dad’s elderly friends that incidentally are all loyal followers of Jesus, and have been great to him and my family.

Why should I doubt that He’ll guide me well, when He knew well in advance about my concerns and frustration with the direction our country is headed in. He knew about the anger I feel when I see headlines like

Sadness, shame and blame at Yale over First Amendment repeal video

All I need is faith the size of a mustard seed. And thankfully, I’ve finally got that faith.

I’m not going to retreat or give up hope again. Too much is at stake, and I can’t afford to be a coward and refuse to step into what I know is a God given, God directed, and God empowered destiny.

“Male and female He created them”

I haven’t blogged in a while, because I haven’t really had much to say. 

But this weekend was pretty special. I got to see a mini performance of The Nutcracker at La Centerra by various dance companies in the area. 

Maybe I am just way too much of a news junkie, but I’ve seen too many instances in the past year where liberals are basically hostile to the idea that men are men and women are women. And then there’s stores that no longer have a boys and girls section

Liberals hate absolutes because they point to God. 

He created male and female, and the beautiful soloist performance by one of the ballerinas on Saturday reminded me how sacred sex is. (not the act, but of course that is sacred too)

I’m not someone that thinks girls should only be super girly, because it makes me very happy that my niece likes PJ Masks and Little Einsteins, and that my other niece isn’t watching Bratz or Winx Club. But I just shake my head at how dimwitted some people are…

Our society has become so advanced, that we’ve become stupid. 

The other instances I mentioned above:


You surround me with a song of deliverance from my enemies ’til all my fears are gone.

I’m no longer a slave to fear… I am a child of God.

You split the sea so I could walk right through it,

My fears were drowned in perfect love.

You rescued me so I could stand and sing

I am a child of God.

It feels like the Lord has definitely been telling me that I need to stop being such a snob and so picky and skeptical concerning worship music, and give songs a chance… I’ve found more than ten new and great songs these past few weeks, because of Pandora. They’ve really been so helpful and encouraging and uplifting, and I wouldn’t have been blessed by them if I had just skipped them and not given them a chance.

Today I also learned how important it is to declare out loud that I am a child of God.

The devil needs to be reminded, my soul needs to be reminded, the world needs to be told…

I am a child of God.

It’s the greatest thing. I’m not His enemy anymore, but I’m loved and chosen and adopted and redeemed, and His love is what needs to be more compelling than the sinful things that mesmerize me.

Jesus. I need Him all day, every second, to help me stay away from those things that steal, kill, and destroy. I need His perfect love and the strength and joy He gives so that I can have a clean heart and thoughts, so that I can avoid the sorrow and heartache that follows sin… When it feels like the world has closed in on me, and I feel trapped and unable to avoid sin, He is more than able to deliver me.

I’ve been really lucky lately, experiencing spontaneous, unexpected times where I just feel so stirred and touched by His love and presence that all I can do is cry, and a few days ago, a woman paid my family’s tab at Olive Garden. Which was great.

I am a child of God.

I am a child of God.


I felt pleasantly surprised at how my heart changed over the summer, from being fearful and apprehensive, to being willing and eager to teach my kids on Sunday about Jesus.

I never thought I’d be a Sunday School teacher, but here I am, finished with serving The Vail Church for my whole summer.

I learned that not only am I there to give them head knowledge, but I am there to love them and care for them and minister to their hearts and souls.

The following verses are verses that helped me approach my position with the correct heart posture:

…but whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin,┬áit would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea. (Matthew 18:6)

Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness. (James 3:1)

To teach the Word is both a great honor and responsibility, and I am glad I finally am not apprehensive about doing it.

I realized this summer that I am very capable and equipped to be a leader at a church; my teammates and I are adults now, and churches need God fearing adults to serve… We can’t assume that are people available to serve in the various capacities in the churches near us.

I love You Jesus.