as we learn and grow together in the bigger story
This corner is where I model to my kids what pursuing interests and passions look like – mine being words. Specifically words about gospel fluency and identity, and how that informs how we 1) live our story in surrendered stewardship, and 2) disciple our children in the same. But … before we can make disciples, we need to be ones ourselves!
Comparison. The trap that we mothers (all women, in fact) fall into; the trap of looking outside of the life we have been blessed with and sizing it up with another’s. We plug along trying to do our best but when we look around, it seems …
Sometimes life can seem little more than labored attempts of meeting the demands of the everyday. People constantly need us, and there is always work to be done. I know I’m not the only one who has had many days of complete overwhelm … barely able keep …
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who dreamed of an ever after that comprised of a successful career, an inventory of material luxuries, and the flexibility & time to globe-trot the world. In this dream, she would later set down roots in …
A Well-Intentioned Journey I asked those “Who Am I?” questions often in that season because I just wanted to live a life that glorified my Creator. As a new Christian, I was so humbled and awed over Jesus’ sacrifice for me and my ghetto ugliness …
You know that song from the Disney movie, Mulan? Who is that girl I seeStaring straight back at me?Why is my reflectionSomeone I don’t know?Must I pretend that I’mSomeone else for all time?When will my reflection showWho I am inside?
Navigating life as a (non-white) big city girl in a (homogenous) small town world was challenge enough. But I was also a new wife AND mom, struggling to live out those new roles in a God-honoring way. Even though I found saving grace in Los …
What is This 25 Miles Per Hour Biznass? After bawlin’ on and off during the first few hours of my drive heading north, I pulled on my big girl pants and attempted to take captive my thoughts and cling onto the vision that catapulted us …
Roots I was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA – more specifically, the San Fernando Valley (like, ohmygosh), shaped by the subculture of hip hop-dancing, party crew-making, rice rocket-driving, second-generation Filipino-Americans (fo realz yo). But I was also a 4-year cheerleader who had ultimate school …
A ghetto Valley girl in a wife and mom worldWondering what happened when life unfurledA guy showed up in his Chevy truckUnlikely suitor, love got me stuck*Next thing I know – old life’s out the windowTryin’ to make do without Guess and AldoMaking casseroles … …
At the time, it looked the contrary. I was diagnosed with Postpartum Depression, we closed down our retail business, we let go of all our properties, and then some. I was struggling to be a good mom and wife and follower of Jesus. But really, there was …
Yelling at the top of our lungs. Saying hurtful things. Making our kids cry. These are “scary mommy” moments. Moments that we want to wish away. Moments that inflict flesh-eating guilt and utter disappointment in ourselves. “Lord, please protect my kids from my sin right now!” is a prayer plea that …
