The Hard Truth

Nearly three years ago, I did some incredible healing work through the most loving and caring couple and am so grateful I did. It uncovered many lies that I had lived most my life believing. And I was aware of them, but not aware of how I had taken hold of them in a way that was hindering me…for all intents and purposes, allow me to share one specific lie that was exposed:

I am not a skinny blonde with blue eyes, so I’ll never be good enough.

Part of my process with this most wonderful couple was to reveal the following truth:

I have been created in God’s image and as I walk in my healing, I choose to accept that He has created every aspect of my being for His pleasure; my skin color, my hair, my almond-shaped eyes, my body type…they are all beautiful and lovely in His sight.

Fortunately, this is the hard truth!

On the other hand, truth can be difficult to accept when you’ve believed a lie for so long…so I have been walking out my healing around this for the last few years. But let me tell you that the fact that I’m still single can attach itself to this lie. Also, the fact that I’ve moved back to the States after living in Asia for a year, to live in a city well known for the beauty of its women who share attributes of the lie I have believed can make it difficult to believe the truth.

So all this being said, I reached out to a most beautiful and incredibly talented friend who brings healing in a unique way through Freedom Sessions. As we drove up to the spot picked out for our session, we had the most enlightening conversation about the plight of women when it comes to comparison…by the way, this friend is also so stinking wise…I loved when she told me that we need to be women who “wave the banner of freedom” over what culture deems beauty.

I also loved when she pointed out that if we’re really tuned in to what we envy in other women, we’ll likely find that it’s not the beauty we seek, it is their confidence. That was so telling…

Because my ongoing prayer has been to fully embrace me…to be confident in who He has created me to be…to stop questioning if I’m too much or not enough…to stop shrinking back, but also, to stop being prideful when I find myself feeling I have one up on another (because I do that, too!)…dangit…I just want it all to stop.

So this is what He showed me this morning…and if I can start to embrace this truth…then I can be confident like never before, and all that comparing and shaming and ickiness can start to go away.

First, I must share scenes from my session of freedom…

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Okay, so you can’t argue with the fact that my friend is crazy amazing talented with her gift in natural light photography. And okay, we can’t deny that creation clearly declares His glory (Psalm 19:1).

So often we need to allow the awe and wonder of nature to remind us of His Presence…I needed it a few weeks ago so went on a road trip for this…

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The Grand Canyon is a sight to behold. Breathtaking, indeed.

Yet this is the truth:

When He was creating all things…it wasn’t until He came to us that He spoke, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness.” -Genesis 1:26

So if we should be most in awe and wonder of His beauty and handiwork, it should be in light of exactly as He created us to be.

So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. -Genesis 1:27

In all of its wonder, beauty and majesty, the Grand Canyon wasn’t created in His image…but little ol’ me was.

Now that is some hard truth, and I’m so humbled by that but also embracing more and more that there is much to be glorified in that…

Father, may I wave a banner of beauty over others…may I be overwhelmed by the awe and wonder in every person I meet…first, starting with little ol’ me.

Amen.

Desert Life

I can hardly believe that this time last year I was kicking off my final month in Japan, nursing a sprained ankle over a missed step because I was so overcome with tears all while wearing a beautiful kimono (a memory I’ll never forget marked by my deep emotions and His deep love)!!!!

**See my friend's arm holding the ice to my ankle!!!! Also, see the puffy eyes from the bawling that just went down.
**See my friend’s arm holding the ice to my ankle!!!! Also, see the puffy eyes from the bawling that just went down.

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And now, I’m back in the desert with much CONTENTMENT. Ah yes, I unwrapped this precious gift a couple months ago shortly before this selfie was taken.

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My Father surprised me with this one. In fact, when He gave it to me on top of this mountain, I wasn’t even sure what I was receiving but I responded with tears of joy hidden behind those big sunglasses! I’m so grateful that He knows exactly what I need.

And apart from His love, this could be the second greatest gift I’ve received.

Being back in Arizona has been nothing short of amazing…simply because when you have received the gift of contentment and circumstances would try to dictate otherwise, you cling to it with all that you have and amazing is all you receive in return.

So that being said, the last few months have had its struggles…

My job challenges my mind and emotions on every front. I deal with people at a level like never before. The financial need I tend to wears on me bringing out some ickiness within…and the ickiness I have to face in others can bring me to tears like nobody’s business…effectively dealing with mean people is a skill I’m cultivating in my new line of work!

And last month, I said good-bye to the very best of friends here. She moved on to a beautiful and exciting adventure, which took her and her husband to another state…

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I decided to give e-harmony [another] go round. My three-month membership expires this Friday and in the last three months I have had no dates and am still single…that’s the short and sweet update on that!

So on the heels of my last post, with all sincerity, I can say that I am full of so much joy and peace because these are the gifts that contentment brings…

Sidebar: Except when I’m on social media…HA! Without getting into too many details but enough to keep things real here…between all that is going on in the world (since sadly, this is mainly how I know what is going on in the world)…and all that is going on in the lives of others (which of course always seems to be moving along in such a more desirable way than my own), social media can really overwhelm me with questions, and pain…and comparison and envy…and just lots of icky things…

But I’m not giving up on social media because He never gives up on me. And all those icky things surfacing through my many circumstances are working themselves out because my Father is the Giver of Grace and I am Grace’s greatest receiver.

He has given me new eyes to see the beauty of the desert like never before. What used to be dry and desolate now represents much beauty and life.

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A most remarkable friend so sweetly encouraged me that “some beautiful things only bloom in this place…the cacti (so prickly) bloom too” and shortly thereafter shared this spectacular picture posted by our mutual friend on Facebook (another reason to not give it up…there is good to be had there!).

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And I rest in the hope of that…that in the ickiness and prickliness within and around, beauty blooms…

A couple of weeks ago, I had the pleasure of helping a new friend launch her summer line of clothing for her amazing business…in which another incredibly talented new friend captured this…

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There is so much life in the desert. There is so much joy found in contentment. I’m beyond grateful.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him, he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne. -Hebrews 12:1-2

I left my heart in San Francisco

Soon as I knew I was leaving Japan and returning home, I wondered where I would live and what I would do. But continuing to trust Him with every step, I knew those details would come.

I love when a dear friend put it this way, “You’re on a need to know basis… you’ll know when you need to know!”

Yet I couldn’t ignore that San Francisco kept popping up on my radar. Knowing no one in San Francisco, I figured I would know someone when I needed to!

So within three days of being back on American soil, this pops up on my News Feed:

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Hmm… so what’s a girl — who just landed in the States with no clue of what to do or where to go, but who has taken special note of San Francisco and who just so happens to be single and in love with Jesus — to do?

Well, first she totally over analyzes the whole dang thing…

Oh man, what would I do without grace?!?

After 15 minutes of craziness, I sent a message to my Facebook friend who posted the status, and after some messages were exchanged, I decided to go to San Francisco and get a feel for what’s happening in Bayview.

I met with my beautiful friend and heard her sweet heart and passion for the women and children of Bayview. Please check out how she is loving others deeply through Banner Over Bayview.

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She graciously gave me a brief tour of the sights and smells of Bayview, and I got to meet more incredible people with hearts for this area through Project Bayview.

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I also had the chance to volunteer with City Impact. True to their name, they are making a positive impact in countless ways in the Tenderloin district, another area of extreme poverty, crime and drugs in downtown San Francisco.

I had the opportunity to welcome and become acquainted with the residents of the Tenderloin while they waited in line for all the free services offered during the annual City Impact Conference. There was a tent for everything from dog washing to haircuts to a make shift cafe. And that was just at the site where I was volunteering, there was so much more going on beyond this.

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But the greatest thing that went on for me was meeting Dennis.

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From what I could gather Dennis showed up in line because another team of volunteers had met him on the street and wheeled him over. And I’m so glad they did because I got to wheel him through the different tents while we shared stuff that made us smile and other stuff that made us cry.

Not only is Dennis bound to a wheelchair, but he was recovering from a recent fall out of it so his right arm was in a sling. And overall, Dennis just isn’t doing so well.

Several times Dennis said, “I just don’t understand…” and would finish with tears. And all I could do was echo his sentiment. Tears and all.

And at one point with more tears, Dennis said, “He said we would have trials and tribulations… but when will it end?

…Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world. -John 16:33

And through lots of tears, I told Dennis that I was sorry and I didn’t believe they would end here, but that it would end with Him.

Because that’s the Hope I hold on to for dear life, especially for times like this.

Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful. -Hebrews 10:23

I’m not sure why Dennis is homeless or why he was shot and became disabled. But I’m sure of Hope.

And this hope will not lead to disappointment. For we know how dearly God loves us, because he has given us the Holy Spirit to fill our hearts with his love. -Romans 5:5

And while Dennis was so grateful to receive food and clothing, I believe Hope is the greatest gift I had to offer him that day. And I needed it as much as he did.

Saying good-bye to him was gut-wrenching. Literally.

But three days later on my last day in San Francisco, I ended up back in the Tenderloin and found my friend in the same spot where I left him. And I’m so grateful we could have a little more time together sharing some smiles, shedding more tears and experiencing Hope that overflows.

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I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him. Then you will overflow with confident hope through the power of the Holy Spirit. -Romans 15:13

Finding My Way

I have so much to say. And the best part I’m not going to save for last. Last month, I held this little guy in my arms.

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My most precious nephew. He’s the best. THE. BEST. My heart has reached a new capacity to love and in turn my heart has extended its capacity for more of my Father’s love. And life just never ever gets better than that.

So I could stop right here… but there’s so much more to share.

I spent three weeks in the States and returned back to Japan at the beginning of the month. A friend who spent three and half years as a missionary here warned me that readjusting could take double the time I was away. So doing the math, that would be six weeks. I’m on week four, and it doesn’t help that I have been living in a new city since I returned. And it’s a beautiful one in which I’ve traded convenience and isolation for living on a mountaintop in community. Definitely a trade-up, but it is taking some adjusting.

And in the last four weeks, I’ve had quite a few firsts…

First time striking up an acquaintance with a stray cat. I call him Graceson and he’s about the friendliest feline I ever did see. And for the record, I’m not sure that he’s actually a he.

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First time eating matcha soba, which is a spectacular first for someone as obsessed with matcha as me. Oishi! (Delicious!)

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First time in a hospital in Japan and first time meeting a precious one within less than 24 hours of arrival! Kawaii! (Cute!)

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First time eating robata with chicken intestine and kidneys as a main highlight. I’m still trying to digest this one. Pun intended. I don’t know, maybe just one day this experience will come in handy… like when the Travel Channel looks to replace Anthony Bourdain?!

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First time filing taxes in Japan. God bless you, Kenji, my tax angel and non-English speaking friend!

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And this is by no means an exhaustive list!

One big first that I’ll add is that last week I booked a one-way ticket from Osaka to Los Angeles. That was a first.

Yep, you heard me right. One-way. I’m coming home.

A year to the day I left, I’ll be on a jet plane back to the good ol’ U.S. of A.

It’s crazy, and hasn’t fully set in. And did I  mention I have NO IDEA what I’m going to do and where I’ll live? But, I am so at peace. I mean, beyond at peace… and we know where that peace that passes all understanding comes from. Thank you, Jesus.

So going back to the mountaintop I’m currently living on. For the last month, probably 90% of the time I have walked up and down the mountain to get to and from the station. And it’s been a precious time for me to slow down, while speeding up my metabolism!! Kidding aside, inconvenience can make room for much patience and clarity… if you’ll let it.

Last night, walking up the mountain… this really spoke to me.

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I can’t read any of it, except the obvious.

And so it was as I sought Him for my next step. Only one thing was clear… the still small voice in my heart that said, “come home.”

But this came just when some of the things near and dear to my heart have started to happen. Last week, I met with five others who have hearts for those working in the sex industry.

And last Friday, this happened.

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Technically, I didn’t lead a  Holy Yoga class. But a friend wanted to host a yoga event and asked if I would help. So I opened and ended the class sharing some of His heart and prayer, while my friend handled all the yoga instruction. And I also had the opportunity to distract two precious ones during the class so their Mom could be free from distraction. And I would say that that’s all pretty holy.

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So how can I leave now?

And that’s where His peace enters along with some new perspective. These things that I’ve been making the end goal, I’m now understanding to serve as guideposts. They’ve helped guide my steps, and confirm that I’m right where I should be.

The end goal is always Him, and always His. That’s what I’m beginning to see.

This was also taken on my walk home last night.

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When I reached what you see at the end of this photo, I met a woman walking down the mountain with her two dogs. She asked me if I passed any wild pigs. I assured her I hadn’t.

Apparently, boars are pretty prevalent but so far, I’ve been in the clear. Just as I should be…

There will be a highway
    called the Holy Road.
No one rude or rebellious
    is permitted on this road.
It’s for God’s people exclusively—
    impossible to get lost on this road.
    Not even fools can get lost on it.
No lions on this road,
    no dangerous wild animals—
Nothing and no one dangerous or threatening.
    Only the redeemed will walk on it.
The people God has ransomed
    will come back on this road.
They’ll sing as they make their way home to Zion,
    unfading halos of joy encircling their heads,
Welcomed home with gifts of joy and gladness
    as all sorrows and sighs scurry into the night. Isaiah 35:8-10MSG

I’m going home, and it’s definitely bittersweet. Yet what seems like the end for me in Japan, could very well just be the beginning…

I’m not really sure but I’m all the more sure that Jesus is really crazy about me. And I may not know what’s around the bend, but I know it’s going to be so, so good.

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“Set up signposts to mark your trip home.
    Get a good map.
Study the road conditions.
    The road out is the road back.
Come back, dear virgin Israel,
    come back to your hometowns.
How long will you flit here and there, indecisive?
    How long before you make up your fickle mind?
God will create a new thing in this land:
    A transformed woman will embrace the transforming God!” Jeremiah 31:21-22MSG

Destination or Journey?

Sigh…

It’s August 1 and what a month July was…

1. I kicked it off with my Residence Card in hand from the Japanese Government

2. And the following week, I woke to an email with the news that someone who I loved with all my heart is in the arms of Jesus

3. That same week I boarded a train that ended up being a ‘rapid service’ one and not a ‘local’ so I ended up rapidly flying past my stop and arriving 45 minutes late for my engagement

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4. The following week I began training for my job as an English Instructor which proved to be more challenging than I anticipated

5. The week that followed I woke to an email with a sonogram attached of my nephew!!! Yes, I’m going to be an aunt!!!

6. And then in that same week, I taught my first set of one-on-one English lessons and also decided to stretch myself just a little further outside my comfort zone by committing to teach a weekly English class to a group of adults ranging from 50 – 83. After teaching that class, I boarded a train that was a ‘local’ one instead of ‘rapid service’ so I stopped at every station along the way and arrived home 45 minutes later than I should have

No doubt I’m living and learning… in so many ways…

7. Finally, to end this month, earlier this week I was introduced to someone who has a heart for women in the sex industry and when he pulled out his iPhone to share the scripture that was laid on his heart around it, I braced myself because I knew it would hit me and sure enough tears began to flow as he read:

“But then I will win her back once again.
    I will lead her into the desert
    and speak tenderly to her there.
 I will return her vineyards to her
    and transform the Valley of Trouble into a gateway of hope.
She will give herself to me there,
    as she did long ago when she was young,
    when I freed her from her captivity in Egypt.
 When that day comes,” says the Lord,
    “you will call me ‘my husband’
    instead of ‘my master.’ ~Hosea 2:14-16

God highlighted these verses to me about two years ago before the week-long retreat I was off to attend to complete my Holy Yoga Instructor Training. And He has used them over and over since then…

His Word is so active. It breathes life into me when I need it most…

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I still can’t believe I’m in Japan… obviously, the last month has been full. And I’m not sure what all is to come…

But that’s where the biggest lesson is for me…

I learned awhile ago that it’s not about the destination, but the journey… but now, I’m learning that it’s not really about the journey, either…

It’s all about the One who is by my side through it all…

And I’m discovering that that right there is the abundance of life that He promised.

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I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.  John 10:10

Sex sucks

Sexual exploitation, that is. It sucks bad.

Why do some women choose to sell themselves for sex? Why are some women forced  into selling themselves for sex? And why do some men buy women for sex?

And how on earth is buying and selling sex so prevalent since prostitution is illegal in Thailand… and human trafficking in the entire world?

So, I take it back. In this context, sex sucks. Period.

To even consider that prostitution is good for the economy is absolutely grotesque to me.  I know I’ve not been at the level of poverty that some of these women have come from, nor can I ever fully understand their circumstances. But to be ok with any woman choosing to enter this work at their own will does not sit well with me in any way, shape or form.

In fact, I’ve heard a statement along the lines of women do not choose prostitution but that prostitution chooses them since the majority of all women entering prostitution have been sexually abused.

All this to say, every part of me recoils over this and I know the answers to my questions are not simple. Through my experience, I observed how deeply ingrained this issue is in the Thai culture, leaving no aspect untouched.

And as far as sex trafficking goes, it is the fastest-growing business of organized crime and the third-largest criminal enterprise in the world.

My heart breaks over it all and yet I’m so grateful that I had the opportunity to experience it first hand.

During my time in Bangkok, I met women who were beautiful, smart, sweet, outgoing, caring, and the list goes on… Unfortunately, the work of these women entailed either 1) standing on a sidewalk dressed quite fashionably and even respectfully in some cases, making themselves visible and available to potential customers.

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2) Seated in a hotel restaurant with other women having a light meal, conversing, and texting while men walked in standing but ten feet away while weighing their options and making their selection. Or 3) standing on a stage in a bar with several other women wearing a small bikini and a red circular badge bearing a number to distinguish them to prospective buyers seated in booths with stadium-like seating around the stage.

Yes, they are but a number. And I witnessed the selection and buying process with my own eyes in each of these scenarios. And it sucks. It totally sucks.

But the good news is, to Someone, they are more than a number. Better yet, to Someone, they are so valued that the number of hairs on their head is known (Matthew 10:30). There is Someone who is absolutely crazy for every one of these women. He knows their name, He delights over them, and cares about them more than they’ll ever know.

And this Someone is stopping at nothing to reveal His love to them.

And I know this is true because I saw it with my own eyes. I observed God’s love demonstrated in the sweetest ways through the work of NightLight. Truly, grace in action. And true to their namesake, they are a bright light in a dark place.

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The grace, the love and the patience they pour out is like nothing I’ve seen before. Not to mention the incredible fortitude they possess. Thank God so much for NightLight and similar organizations who are doing all that they can to combat the sex industry.

They are my heroes.

And while I am so incredibly grateful to have had the opportunity to travel to Bangkok and spend time with the amazing people of NightLight, I know not all are so fortunate. So may my trip not be in vain.

I ask you to please take a moment to learn more about what NightLight (or any of the many organizations that exist to help women who are being sexually exploited) does, why they do it and consider how you can help. Here are some suggestions:

  • Follow this blog to get an up close and personal  perspective of the work of NL and the friendships they are cultivating with people working and participating in the sex industry: Love Never Fails
  • Like them on Facebook to stay informed on news and issues surrounding sexual exploitation
  • Buy jewelry
  • Pray

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Do something. Anything.

And please make no mistake. This isn’t coming from a desperate place, it’s from a place of Hope. After all, “No one has a right to feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.”

And your help is valuable and necessary for this work!

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I am sitting in the midst of the Nana red light district here, smiling because there is Hope.

People say, what is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time. A pebble cast into a pond causes ripples that spread in all directions. Each one of our thoughts, words and deeds is like that. No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There is too much work to do.

 – Dorothy Day

Bangkok Update

I have seen and experienced a lot in the week and a half I’ve been in Bangkok. The city is amazing, the food is delicious and the people are so lovely. And I’ve wanted to post on my experiences so far with the amazing work that NightLight is doing and what I’ve encountered in the Nana red light district.

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Unfortunately, I find myself at a loss to succinctly articulate it all… I know that I’m encouraged and inspired by the impact NightLight is making in the hearts and lives of beautiful and precious women. And I know I’ve been in shock over the young, beautiful women I have encountered on the streets selling themselves and just two nights ago, the ones in the bar.

So I’m sharing what Annie, founder of NightLight, just blogged that is painfully up close and honest, and opens my eyes to a perspective I haven’t experienced firsthand, yet, and begs a question that has me feeling the impact of our culture.

I hope you’ll take the time to read it, and be encouraged by the work of NightLight and many others. I am.

Annie’s blog post: Glamorized Auction Blocks

…The LORD doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7

I am Asian woman. Hear me roar.

Or in all honesty, meow may be more like it??

Though as most of you know, my laughter can be roar-like.

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So in exactly one week, I’m headed back on a jet plane. This time, the destination is Bangkok, Thailand and I’ll be there for three weeks.

While I’m going with a heart wide open, I have some clear purpose and a bit more focus going in to this trip.

Women. Asia. Justice.

I wrote this in the personal statement of my medical school application in 2008:

I believe that the health of women is absolutely vital to the health of every community. And if there is any patient who benefits from a connection on an intimate level it is that of women. The complexities and intricacies of their health concerns and unique issues greatly inspire me. I seek to understand the physiological components specific to women’s health all the while making genuine connections that make a real difference in their comprehensive care.

I believe in women in a big way. In fact, I could probably take what I have stated above one step further and say that the health of women is the health of the community.

Women create community. After all, God gave Eve to Adam. And so community began.

So God is fulfilling my desire to care for women’s health just in a different way than I had imagined…

And I confess here, I have carried much shame around my Filipino background. Mainly from the standpoint of looking in the mirror and finding it hard to see beauty looking back at me.

But as I journey into my Father’s heart, I’m beginning to see myself more clearly. I’m seeing the beauty that is me.

And how else would I be able to recognize the beauty in my Asian sisters in Thailand???

This is the redemption I so love about God. He works all things together for good. He’s so amazing.

Amazing and just. And oh me oh my there is so much need for justice in the world. So much.

It’s overwhelming to me. And it’s moments like this that has stopped me in times past from doing my part… it’s so much easier to not do anything.

But not now. My flight is booked. I’m on my way.

I know that what I’m entering into will take more than a meow.

But the good news is I carry a Hope within that has a roar like no other. (Colossians 1:27, Revelation 5:5)

That He would choose me to carry life, truth and freedom makes me one lucky girl. Er, I mean woman.

Yes, I am Asian Woman. Hear me rooooooooaaaaaar.

We can do no great things, only small things with great love. ~Mother Theresa~

To learn more about the organizations I’ll be serving with, click below:

NightLight International

Iris Bangkok

Heart wins!

The last few weeks have been spent in my head… and let me tell you, this is not a good place for me to be!!

You see, I’m a heart girl. Some call me overly sensitive… others say I’m passionate.

Sidenote: I was touched when a potential employer saw it as passion today! And in case you were wondering, I freely shared pretty much my whole life story… I don’t believe there is an option anymore! And in case you were wondering further, she appreciated my passion and is interested in moving forward with considering me for a position! 

So back to being a heart girl, I suppose there are several ways to spin it…

My spin: I call myself a little kuh.ra.zee.

Because as a heart girl, I also have a pretty active mind. And I count this a blessing… when used in the proper context.

But when this is not the case, it starts to battle with my heart and take cover, folks, because it ain’t pretty…

There is good news – while you were all busy cheering on the 49ers or the Ravens – I was busy rooting for my heart and it made a comeback… and won!!

Goooooooooooooooo heart!!

And what this win means is that I’m heading to Bangkok, Thailand for three weeks in March to serve alongside my precious friend who is doing amazing work with NightLight International, as well as planning to get plugged into the work of some incredible folks at Iris Bangkok.

I highly encourage you to read more about what each of these groups are doing by clicking on the links…

And while my heart is guiding, which means logic goes by the wayside…

What I do know is this: my heart has always jumped to care for women and it is overjoyed at helping fulfill a need in any way it can.

That being said, there are beautiful and lovely women in Bangkok to be cared for, and needs to be met and I get to take part in this!!!!!!

Yaaaaaaaaay heart!! Congratulations on a great win!

Let all that you do be done in love. 1 Corinthians 16:14

Things that make  my heart happy...A cheerful heart is good medicine. Proverbs 17:22
Things that make my heart happy…
A cheerful heart is good medicine. Proverbs 17:22