Friday, January 16, 2015

Human Trafficking Awareness Month

Sometimes I'm not proud to be a stay at home mom.  Yes I am living out my calling, following God's path for me. And I know what you are thinking, what an amazing blessing, you are so lucky to spend this time with your family. I smile and nod and feel a little self conscious about complaining but that's the truth of it.  Sometimes those niceties aren't enough  to overcome  my hard heart.

Then I read this.
"She tells us how lucky we are to be able to live with our children. She doesn’t have lofty dreams or occupational goals . . . her one wish is to be able to live and work in a way that allows her daily interactions with her kids. Something most of us take for granted."
Written by Kristen, blogger of Rage Against the Minivan, about a sex worker she met on a trip with Exodus Road.  A group of blogger moms left their homes for a short trip to South East Asia to interview sex workers and those trying to save them.  The girls who willingly enter  the industry, so their families can survive. They endure insane situations I have a hard time just reading about.

And my mind is blown. And my heart is shredded. And I know a God who's  heart  is shredded for these women. And there are people working out their freedom.  Prosecuting their victimizers and providing them a life where they can live their dreams.  As a stay at home mom, I feel a responsibility to these women.  So I want to give them that dream. 

Sometimes it feels too big for me, and the truth is many women will die before given an opportunity for education. But the Bible says, "for we will surely die and are like water spilled on the ground which cannot be gathered up again. Yet God does not take away life, but plans ways so that the banished one will not be cast  out from him." 2 Samuel 14:14 NASB

Through the organization Exodus Road, we can make that happen. Stay at home moms, working moms, independent women, loving fathers, all night partiers, whoever, we can lift up some of the least of these. Provide an education, reunite  families, and give thanks for your position, whatever it may be.

Join my campaign for education on Indiegogo because they need what you can give them.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Nutcracker Wreath Tutorial

I have been meaning to get this out for a while and its finally done.  The simplest little wreath you may have seen this year.  My Nutcracker wreath.  Dedicated to Amy, who I always think of when I watch The Nutcracker, and ballet in general.

God made girls, consumed with feminist rage.

This week has been a tough one for me.  Despite living in a country that promotes freedom, and in a time when women are legally equal to men, I still get sexism shoved in my face.  Even people who love you, can be incredibly hurtful just by following through with the cultural norms they've grown up with.

The last few days have been brutally hard on my spirit, as I recall times when I was forced into positions I didn't want to be because I am female.  Everywhere, from service projects with my youth group, to college.  I think women don't talk about how little remarks, or attitudes that are so common place, can really hurt.

Like when in high school, serving with my youth group at an elderly lady's home, I was forced to do the dishes, when I wanted to clean the yard.  Because, boys do yard work and girls clean the kitchen.

Like in college, when I as a married woman, was continually sexually harassed by a fellow student making remarks about how he wanted me, while all my classmates laughed along.  Because guys hit on girls, even if the girl asks him stop.

Even now as a college graduate, wife, and mother of 3 I get called things.  Hurtful tings like "femme-nazi".  Words like, "crazy" when I get passionate about anything from crafting, to sex slavery, to Breed Specific Legislation.  I have to turn off songs like,  "God made Girls" that tells the world a woman's purpose is to sit in the passenger seat of a man's car, wearing a skirt, flirting, and forcing him to go to church.

But I'm not crazy.  I'm passionate.  I'm not a sex symbol, a maid, or mindless.  I'm a woman.  And I'm not the only one.  I'm joined by beautiful, powerful, and confident women like Chimamanda Ngozi.



And Lori The Generous Wife, who helped me better understand the purpose of woman's existence according to my main source of information: the Bible.


I have anger, at how I have been treated.  Even more rage for those who enslave women, but like Chimamanda Ngozi, I have hope for our world.  For my sons and my daughter that culture changes.  And that they will experience a completely different country music, that doesn't make me want to throw up on little blonde chicks.  
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