We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.
We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.

We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.

“What we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But if that drop was not in the ocean, I think the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.”

— Mother Teresa

It’s my mama’s birthday. Every year, I laugh at how much I’m becoming like her. Just last week, I noticed that I tap my foot and raise my hands the exact same way during worship time at church. When I have kids of my own, I’ll probably accidentally smack them in the face while swaying to the music just like my mom smacked me so many times (now I sit on the other side of the church with my friends, away from the danger zone).

The older I get and the more traits of hers I see in me, the more blessed I feel that God picked her to be my mom. When I was younger, I thought my friends all had the “cool” moms. Well, maybe they had the cool moms, but I got the best mom. My mama loves everyone, not just her own kids, with a selfless, genuine love.

She gives umbrellas to door-to-door salesmen when it’s raining.

She invites the repairmen in for lunch.

She not only thanks every soldier she sees, but usually buys them a meal.

Even checkers at the grocery store have told me what a generous person my mom is.

She puts in long hours as a special education teacher, making sure every kid on her caseload is taken care of, regardless of bureaucratic red tape.

She gives everything she’s got, and yet she’s always ready the next day to give even more.

I’m so blessed by her, and I realize that who I am is because of the work she put in. Not everyone has that kind of mother… Someone who speaks life into them and sows into their future…  At a ladies group I attended, one of the girls mentioned that women have always been “culture-changers.” While the men were off battling each other, it was up to the women to raise the children, who then grew up as the next generation of that society.

If that is the case, I wish everyone had a mom like mine…

Because despite what the Left would have you believe, women are not the sum of their “lady parts.” It’s not unambitious to want to choose motherhood over a career path. And this fabricated “War on Women” is a ploy to make women think they are less than they are, merely a pawn in the political game rather than the ones who hold the power to shape the coming generations.

I’ve told you before how it was too late for King Josiah to turn back his country, but maybe it’s not too late for us. Maybe we are the Esthers, born for such a time as this.

I’m tired of knowing what I know and still feeling like my hands are tied. I don’t even feel like we’re fighting and losing… we’re just enduring an occupation of our country. I would love it if I knew some big thing that I could be doing, but so far, I haven’t figured out what that is… So I’m stuck doing little things… But even so, every time my mama sees me, she puts her hand on my head and tells me “you are going to rock this nation.”  I don’t really know what she has in mind… and sometimes I still feel like I’m just a drop in the ocean… but even a drop can cause a ripple.

So let’s all cause ripples.

In  Zechariah 4, it says not to despise the days of small beginnings… I think because it’s in those small beginnings when our character is being tested. It’s when our character gains “work experience” for the jobs down the road that will be more challenging, but also yield bigger results. It’s also in the beginning when we’re required to have the most faith, because we can’t see the finished product. And maybe the end is a long way off, but we will never get there if we never begin.

So, keep posting those political things that everyone rolls their eyes at. Keep educating yourself on issues and vetting candidates based upon your own standards in this coming midterm. Talk to your kids about current events and what they mean for their future. Stop listening to nay-sayers who don’t know what you know, that you’re not alone in this fight, and for Heaven’s sake, keep praying. We need all the help we can get.


“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin, to see the plumb line in Zerubbabel’s hand.”

–Zechariah 4:10




Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed with how much sadness there is in the world. It breaks my heart to see people so defeated and oppressed by the enemy. As Christians we’re called to care for people, but with entitlement programs, I think American Christians have decided that it’s not their mission field. Besides, it sounds better to say you went on a mission trip to Africa than it does to say you went downtown.

My campus ministry did a local mission a couple years ago. We provided five hundred meals for a women and children’s shelter in Seattle. We also went and did the “Everything Skit” along with shared our testimonies and did worship and prayer. I was so blessed to get to know those women and hear their stories. It’s so easy to judge people when you only take them at face value, but when you hear the pain in their voice and see the hopelessness in their eyes, you realize that there is so much more that goes on behind the scenes.

So what about the people we see on the street holding signs? How many times do we think “get a job!” or “you’re just going to use it to buy booze”? While I may agree that begging and boozing isn’t the way to live your life, I don’t think that treating these people less than human will make them want to rejoin the ranks of every day Americans, do you?

So what’s my plan?

Well, according to my research (Magic School Bus), there are about 330,000 churches in America. In 2009, it was estimated that there were 650,000 homeless people on a given night.  That means that if every church “adopted” just two homeless people, we could wipe out homelessness in America.  There are so many excuses people could use, like “Well, some people have been on the streets so long, they don’t want to come off” and to that I have to ask, how the hell did we let people stay on the streets for YEARS?

And what about hungry people? Is it possible to get America off food stamps? Well, forty-seven million people sounds like a lot, but if you break it down by churches, that’s about 142 people per church. I’m not saying it’s doable for every church, but there are megachurches that spend millions building state-of-the-art buildings, when really, what they’ve been called to do is to help the poor.

I don’t know all the logistics, and not everybody wants to be helped by the church. There’s a lot of cynicism, and some of it is well-deserved. I think American churches have really dropped the ball. It’s not too late to do something, but the problems have grown to be overwhelming in size, so it’s hard to know where to start. So start with breaking down the numbers. See what it is that you can do on a personal level, then talk to your church leaders and see what your church can do on a community level.


“Now this was the sin of your sister Sodom: She and her daughters were arrogant, overfed and unconcerned; they did not help the poor and needy.” — Ezekiel 16:49


Life is hard. It’s a truth we all think we’ve accepted, but sometimes we forget that life is hard for other people, too. Over the last school year, I had the privilege to serve as caregroup leader. It is probably the most eye-opening experience I could ever have at the age of 23. I’ve had the opportunity to see people’s potential through the eyes of God. I’ve had to see people struggle. I’ve had to learn grace and forgiveness, even when I was right and should have been on the receiving end of an apology. I also had to learn how to answer tough questions.

A few years ago, I picked up a copy of “Why I Stayed: The Choices I Made in My Toughest Hour.” by Gayle Haggard, the wife of Ps. Ted Haggard. Before I read the book, I had actually never heard of him or the scandal. I don’t know why I picked up a copy, the title just kind of spoke to somewhere down in my heart. After reading the book, something changed in me. I always thought that if my (future) husband were to ever cheat on me, I would walk away. I would hope that would never happen in the first place, but having read this book, I found a new level of grace.

I am more willing to accept that people are just people. We all fall down, some of us just do it more publically. We all would hope that the leaders of our church were immune to the temptations of this world, but the simple fact is that they are not. I had someone ask me if they should still listen to Benny Hinn’s sermons even though he and his wife had marital trouble. Instead of answering, I asked them this question: Does this trial in his life negate the truth of the words he has spoken? After all, isn’t that what they wanted to know? If a person does one bad thing, does everything they have ever done go into the garbage?

As humans, we love to hold grudges and keep the upper hand. To tell you the truth, I really had a hard time listening to people sing the praises of Joel Osteen after I heard some remarks he made on Larry King Live. I thought, as a pillar of the Christian community, the fact that he could say that he doesn’t know if Jesus is the only way to Heaven is just crazy. But then God reminded me about Peter denying Christ in a moment of fear, and I realized that I could forgive Joel Osteen.

In the same way, we treat our political champions like they are God. We love when they say things we like, but if they go off of our agenda in even one way, we drop them like we’ve been burned. But I have to tell you, Americans, that people are just people, and there is no one out there who will agree with you 100% of the time. No one is going to always make you happy. I have done it. I loved Chris Christie when he was yelling at the teachers union thugs. I loved Marco Rubio until he joined a gang. I loved Rand Paul while he was filibustering against drones. But they all have their faults, and I was ready to leave them in the dust. Maybe I don’t want them to be president anymore, but I definitely want them on my team. I don’t want to put them down just so that I can feel like my opinion is better and more “right.”

I don’t want this to seem like a “you have to settle” post. I really don’t like being told that conservatives need to change their core values to get more people into their camp. I agree that there are more outreach opportunities, but to change who you are to get what you want will never end with satisfaction. I just want people to realize that we don’t have to be 100% in agreement with everyone in order to stand beside them. We are all going to say things that sting a little, or rub us the wrong way. We need to learn how to react better, then maybe things will start to change.

“The righteous person may have many troubles, but the LORD delivers him from them all.” Psalm 34:19

Hold Us Together

I love this country. Sometimes I feel frustrated and upset at things I see on the news. Sometimes I feel happy and proud. It’s like any family.  We are all different, but yet we stick together. At least we used to…

I was in 5th grade when we were attacked on Sept. 11th. I remember being scared, even though I was in Redmond, WA… a safe 3,000 miles away. I remember feeling numb as I walked down the hallway, to the sounds of the news reporting the attack. I remember feeling sad, and though I didn’t know anyone who died, it felt like I was personally affected. When I walked to school, I held my best friend’s hand like my life depended on it. The whole day at school, my teacher kept the news on, and I remember thinking, “What a horrible accident.”… In my 11 year old mind, it did not occur to me that someone would intentionally hurt not just one person, but thousands of people they didn’t even know. I didn’t know what terrorism was…

For the past 12 years, I have not been able to see an airplane in the sky without thinking, “that plane is flying too low.” It’s a knee-jerk reaction, and rationally, I know that the likelihood of an attack via airplane is slim to none… I am very vocal about the ridiculousness of giving up the ability to bring mouthwash in my carry-on without buying a special container. But through the years, I have never forgotten what terrorism is…

But something has changed.

In 2001, I do not remember Americans turning on each other. We didn’t say, “Oh, I bet it’s a right-winger” or “Some left-wing lunatic at it again.”… We didn’t place blame, or I should say the majority of us didn’t place blame on one another. But now, after the bombing in Boston, we are not coming together. Somehow, we have decided that the label Democrat or Republican trumps that of the uniting American label, and the chance to jab one another on policy issues is just too tempting to let pass.

In 2001, we held hands with strangers. We stood in line for hours to give blood. We went back to church…

This whole week has felt like wave after wave of tragedy. It’s heartbreaking, but you know, healing comes after a break. I don’t know why this has happened, but I pray that something good comes from it. I hope that we can come together and love another. I pray that we can turn to God and love His Word. 

“It was good for me to be afflicted    

so that I might learn your decrees.”          

                            —Psalm 119:71