In this week’s Free Lance-Star column (click here to read) I shared about the plague of human trafficking and modern day slavery.
As a mother of four little girls, it breaks my heart to think of any woman or child suffering the horrors of sex trafficking and slavery. The problem can seem like one that is too big for one person to do anything about, but when we join together to bring about awareness and to raise funds each little act can make a huge difference.
That is why I have committed to wearing a dress everyday during the month of December. Through this small act, I hope to raise awareness around this issue and to raise funds for International Justice Mission, an organization my husband and I have supported for years. Steve worked with them for two weeks in Bolivia over a decade ago, so I am confident that the funds raised will be going to a reputable group who will use the money wisely.
Will you support this effort? Either through making a donation or by joining my team and committing to wearing a dress everyday in December? One dress can truly make a difference when the woman wearing it has committed to changing the world.
You can make a donation through my personal Dressember Fundraising Page.
Want to join my team and commit to raising funds and awareness through wearing dresses in December? I would love to have you! Visit my Team Page for more information.
In this week’s Free Lance-Star column, I shared about the hilarious experience of moving my Grandmother into a senior citizens’ apartment building.
You can read that article here.
I am so blessed to still have my grandmother in my life and I am so thankful that I was able to give back to her in a very small way by helping her to move and to unpack. My grandmother has been a constant source of love and support. She has always been one of my greatest cheerleaders and biggest fans.
She stepped in to help raise me when my father left my mother. She made sure that I went to church every Sunday (and I have the perfect attendance Sunday School pins to prove it). We spent summers swimming in her pool and watching movies in her basement. We ate sun-ripened tomatoes on her back porch while watching old TV shows on her small black and white screen television.
Every Saturday was spent at the church where she served as secretary. The same church where both my mother and father and my husband and I were married. I would help her “run off the bulletins” on an old mimeograph machine––the original was typed on an old typewriter and was literally cut and pasted together.
June meant attending the church’s June Fair and November brought the Christmas Bazaar. I would help her and the other ladies prepare sweet confections to be sold.
I loved sitting on the old metal glider on her front porch while listening to her tell stories of younger years. Of how she worked in the Navy Yard in Portsmouth during the war. How she used to draw a line up the back of her legs with eyeliner so that it would look like she was wearing stockings. Of summers spent walking the boardwalk in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
Most of all, I remember the love. The love she felt for not just myself, but everyone around her. I learned from her what it means to selflessly give to others. The world has been very blessed by Dolores Miller for almost ninety years. It is my prayer that God will continue to bless us with her love and life for many more to come.
This week’s Free Lance-Star column was a very difficult one to write. In it I recounted the difficult events that wreaked havoc in my life this past January. I have been hesitant to share this story publicly, in fear that it would cause this individual to make contact again.
I did not want to let him know the turmoil he caused. I was afraid he would think that he won. But I will not live my life in fear. I will allow God to shed His light on the things done in the darkness. The truth is, this individual did not win. God did. He won over 2,000 years ago when He sent His Son to die on the cross for our sins. My sins. This individual’s sins. He won when He conquered sin and death and rose from the grave to eternal life. He won when He offered that same gift to all those who would put their faith in and follow Him.
It is because of that grace that I am able to move forward in confidence. He tells us that He works all things for the good for those who love Him and have been called according to His purposes. That is why I have decided to share what happened to me and the lessons that I have learned. In the hopes that it will protect other children and families from the predators who lurk in the dark corners of the Internet.
Below you will find a link to an article that goes into great detail about the dangers of posting photos on-line. Be warned, some of the information included is graphic and disturbing. I share it though because I think it is one of the best descriptions of the depravity of these individuals. It also gives very detailed information of what types of photos not to post on-line.
Please, do whatever you can to protect yourself and your babies. Be smart. Be vigilant. But also pray for the predators and pedophiles. I cannot imagine the agony of living in darkness day in and day out. Pray that God’s love and light would break through and save them from sin and death. Pray for their victims. That God’s healing would make them whole again and that He would restore what was stolen.
You can read that column by visiting the Free Lance-Star website.
More information on how you can join the movement of Christians who have decided to take Jesus’ command to be a good neighbor literally can be found at The Art of Neighboring website.
We would also love to have you join us at River Club Church this Sunday as we come together to answer the question, “What if Jesus meant that we should love our actual neighbors?.”
Last July, my pastor approached me and asked if I would be interested in directing an upcoming spiritual growth and giving campaign at our church, River Club Church.
The campaign’s purpose was to stretch people in their faith and help them move forward boldly towards the dreams God had for their lives. Little did I know how much my faith would be stretched when I agreed to head it up!
I was honored to give the message on the Sunday after Thanksgiving as part of the Daring Faith Campaign. In it I share how I have learned that the level of our thankfulness determines the outcome of our brokenness. It may not change the situation we are facing, but it changes us.
Have you ever faced a disappointment in your life? Are you currently walking a difficult road? Do you face an uncertain future? Are there things in your life for which you struggle to say you are thankful? Then this message is for you.
It is my prayer that God will use it to bring you to a place where you can say, “Yes, I am thankful for the difficult circumstances in my life.”