“Is God really enough for me?” If I am really being truthful, I don’t think that I have ever given a genuine “yes.”  I am finally having to truly sacrifice, and finally having to really decide if God is enough for me.   It is funny how right now, when things seem to really be hard, I am finding it necessary to say “yes.”   “Yes Lord, You are enough.” This is my response today.   No, I don’t want my leader and amazing friend to leave. No, I don’t want to switch buildings and beds. No, I don’t want to...

At home, I've become known as the 'abolitionist' or 'the girl who is fighting human trafficking' etc. So naturally, coming on this trip many people, including myself, had the expectation that God's intention for bringing my team and me to Thailand was to set the captives free.    It didn't take us long into this trip to see that we were wrong this was not at ALL God's plan for any of us.    In fact, I was wrong about a lot of things on this trip. One thing that I was very wrong about was the women and men at Bangla. I came expecting to be...

I can see myself as a little girl, just barely out of my toddler years. I’m in my bedroom lining up all my stuffed toys, glass dolls, and Polly pockets to attend my wedding ceremony! “Do you take this man to be your husband?” A ratty, polar bear with a backwards red cap stood in for my husband. “Yes!” I said exuberantly. “I now pronounce you man and wife!” were the words that even as a little girl I longed for!                 I had a strong desire to be married as a child...

I came yet again planning to write about something else (in this case getting sick and that whole escapade) but instead this came to me.    I feel like I've had this question posed to me a lot in the past few months. How big is your God Gloriel? How big is your God?? We can all admit He's pretty big right? He made the universe, knows the galaxies/stars by name, He holds the world in his hand. But how big is He to you? We've been told all our lives that God loves us. Has a plan for us. Comes and lives in us, and is alive today. But how much of that do we...

I guess you could say that I struggle with feeling worthy…   Am I really loved?  Do I deserve to be loved?  Will anyone protect me?  Do I deserve to be protected?  Am I worth fighting for? Often times I let lies slip in and answer “no” to these questions.   This past week was filled with my amazing Daddy pouring His worth into me.   “I love you.” I no longer doubt that those three words are constantly on my Daddy’s lips. Psalm 139 drilled it into my head even more: “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted...

Nope uh! uh! thats not me, I Love food too much!! You don't understand. That's probably very similar to the response I would have given you had you told me I would be fasting here (except for the obvious comforts in the states). God's been showing me how in order to have more of Him I need to remove more of me. Make sense? Let me try to break it down. I want more of God, infact all I want is to be ridiculously close to Him. But He's been showing me that the only way I can is if I'm willing to give things up. Because, I mean, lets be real, how can something be filled if...