Finding Prosperity

I went to Cuba in May 2012 on a missions trip with a group of people from church. I truly found prosperity in one of the poorest and most oppressed countries I have ever been in. I went “to help and give.” Little did I know that I was the one who was going to receive the most! I learned about LOVE and True Prosperity. You don’t have to have all the commodities, gadgets, extras, and money to buy and do whatever you want in order to be truly happy. These people taught me that having a grateful and thankful heart is more valuable than money. I learned about making the best out of every situation. Wearing a smile because I am alive and Christ is soon coming for me. I am in awe to be property of such an amazing Father and His Kingdom. I learned in Cuba that even though I have all the things I have here, I really didn’t have what I truly needed. I needed to love more, thank God more, praise God more, live for HIM more. Thank you God for teaching me true...

Timeline: My Daughter's Pro-Life Full Circle Moment

The front door creaked as we walked inside and switched on the lights. I surveyed the modest room:  A few chairs, some potted plants, an end table or two and a coffee table stacked with magazines. It was cozy, warm and inviting, and I was eager to get to work. My aunt Sandra was the director at the Alpha Pregnancy Center in Titusville, Florida. My adolescent mind did not understand her responsibilities and the role she played in helping women; however, I knew it was important work and I wanted to help. She tasked me with various chores such as vacuuming the waiting area, straightening the magazines, dusting, and organizing the brochures.  As I browsed, my eyes fixated on a graphic picture of a fetus who had been aborted. The image haunted me. A young woman came into the center. My aunt led her to a back room and spoke softly with her. I heard the muffled sounds of a videotape playing. The young woman was in need of a pregnancy test, and it would take 15 to 20 minutes to complete. While waiting for the test, Sandra encouraged her to watch the video about the importance of life. I wanted to know more.  By the end of the day I picked up some brochures and collected data on unwanted pregnancy, abortion, and adoption. I also added to my collection two plastic babies representing fetuses at 12 weeks. I armed myself with information to share with others in my circle. I left that day feeling satisfied that I not only helped maintain the center, but I had become a...

Choosing Wrong Forks. And Second Chances.

Uncomfortable, angry or crying onAna’s shoulder is how I spent the Fork retreat. It’s the best thing that could have happened to me. The retreat was really called “Friendship Feast.” But I can never remember it that way. Forks were everywhere—giant posters, speakers’ messages about feeding yourself the right spiritual food. There was even an envelope you were supposed to open if you felt negative at any point, which contained encouraging wisdom and a plastic fork. Were they reading my mind, or what? The particular thing I was struggling with at that time was overeating. I knew God had been asking me to eat healthy and lose weight and was just not able to do it. I even realized I was turning to food for comfort instead of trusting in the Lord to be my joy and strength. I’d been feeling really dry for a long time, as if I was living in a desert. I was a Christian but couldn’t feel any joy in my life anymore. Now all these forks everywhere. Could choosing the right spiritual food really be connected, for me, to how I ate? Just a few weeks before that retreat, I woke up sick of myself being stuck in overeating; so sick I admitted the whole problem to a godly woman at church, told her I was powerless to control it and needed her to pray for me. I prayed and told God I was done, could not do it—He’d have to do it and I did not even know what to do about it or how. That awful point was actually the beginning...