Built on Love

Every morning on my way to school and afternoon on my way home I tend to find myself like a giddy school girl.

As we drive down 15th street, getting closer to Balboa Ave
   my heart skips a beat,
   my breath catches,
   my stomach is filled with butterflies,
   and I get a silly little smile on my face.
Heck as I am writing this, I have that silly smile plastered on my face.

Why you might ask?
For the sheer fact that I know I am about to see a specific building.
To anyone else this is just a building,
but to me, it is so much more
it is my future.
One day I will own that building.
If you know anything about me, I have probably brought it up.

Let's just say, it has been a big part of my heart.
God put it there about a little over a year ago.
One day, it will be transformed into a safe haven for abused women and children.
It will be some place they can go when in need,
they will receive more help there, than they could ever imagine.

I want to be a way out for these people.
No person should EVER go through something like that,
no person is disposable,
every life is a blessing,
every person is worth living,
every person deserves to live unafraid.

I have so much planned already,
I dedicated a journal to planning it.
What will be offered, the foundation it will built upon.
Classes they can go to, and opportunities they can receive.
God will be first and foremost in the plans and all offered there.
Because without Him, none of this would be possible.
I thank Him for putting this on my heart, and giving me the opportunity to succeed.


He will rescue them from oppression and violence, for precious is their blood in his sight. -Psalm 72.14
Take this as sort of my mission statement, the first thing those hurting will see when walking into my safe haven.
For they will be rescued.

Can't you see the potential? I know I can.

Three Little Words

We all have those moments when we know that a good talk is coming.Those times God puts something on our heart that we know we should share.
You could say a heart to heart.

Sometimes that doesn't really get me involved.
It's not until someone (normally PC) says those three little words,
  the ones that show me he's being for real,
  the ones that let you know it's important,
  the ones that tell you he wants you to understand
  and take something away from the talk.

Hear. My. Heart.

Those three words can completely turn it.
When I hear them, I sit up and listen.
So now it's my turn.

Please hear my heart when I say that you have the opportunity to reach the lost.
At times it will be hard, because it seems no one is listening, but in all reality you never know.
Take a stance for who you are and the God you follow.
Be a beacon of hope and light to those struggling at your school.
Shine so bright that they want to seek God because of the example you are.

And always know, there is someone there to help you too.
We are a family and will always be there to support one another.
Never feel like you can't come to someone older and ask for help.
That's what we are here for.
To encourage in hard times and rejoice in the good.

Interning to Overcoming

Instead of spending my summer days lounging around or hitting up the beach,I spent my days at church.
Deciding to intern was probably one of the best things I did.

I feel like with interning I was able to take my potential and run with it.
It gave me a place to express myself,
   grow in my faith and walk,
   learn about God,
   make lasting friendships,
   and grow my family.

I spent four+ hours a day, three days a week, for nine weeks with eleven of the most amazing people.
What I love about us?
We have a bond that will join us together forever.
We will always be there, good times or bad.
We care about the others and how their walk is going.
We help keep each other strong.
We refuse to be stumbling blocks.
We are the interns of 2011.


I walked away from this experience with much more than I ever imagined I would.
I walked away stronger in my faith,
   with a better understanding of who I am through Christ,
   with a hunger to grow,
   knowing what my calling and passions are,
   and most of all with some of the closest friends I will ever have.




Pastor Cory gave us the title "Overcome"

Whether we know it or not we truely did overcome.
We overcame personal struggles,
    temptations,
    difference of opinions,
    emotions,
    heartache,
    and countless other barriers,
But most of all we ovecame the hardship of saying goodbye to a man we had just spent nine weeks with. To a mentor and friend, who spent countless hours pouring into us and guiding us over the years. Who saw inside each of us the man, or woman, Christ has envisioned us to be. A man who helped us realise our faith. That man is Pastor Cory Henderson.

I just wanted to thank him for all he did. For giving me the opportunity to intern and overcome.

Now, I'm not saying we are done overcoming.
Everyday we will have to overcome something.
Whether it be overcoming a fear of stepping out and speaking up about God,
or taking the chance to reach out and help someone hurting.
No matter what we face in our everyday lives,
we have two choices
    Overcome it
    or let it overcome you.
What do you choose?