Thursday, December 02, 2010

Christmas sparkles

I just love Christmas time! I think its the best holiday to invest in because it celebrates something truly special to me. Plus living in Florida it doesn't really feel like the traditional cold, wintry Christmas I grew up with. So I made it my goal to make it as home-like as I can! We finally got up all our decorations and I never want to take them down!

Even though it isn't very "green" to buy a live tree, I just cannot help myself! When I was a kid my favorite memory was my whole family going out to the tree farm outside of Arkadelphia Arkansas and picking out our tree from a tree farm. We would make a day out of it, going on hay rides, jumping on hay bales, drinking cider and hot cocoa. They'd give my dad a hand saw and let us cut it down ourselves! So a real tree is an important tradition. Plus I love the scent that fills the home, yelling at my cats to stay out of the tree, and decorating each branch. Frasier Firs are the BEST when it comes to pleasing smell and easy decorating with their extended branches.This was my inspiration for decorating our tree this year!




Since Firs are not as full as traditional trees I wanted to buy some fillers. I bought some glittery branches at Micheal's. **Sparkles** were the theme for our Christmas this year! 

I even have some glittery disco balls!!

The finished product! I love how it sparkles, it lights up the room! 


 I even got us new sparkly stockings to match! 
 I love walking into my home and seeing, hearing and smelling Christmas!! Hope you all have Happy Holidays! And when in doubt- add sparkles :)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Dave Ralph Photography

Just in case you haven't had a chance to see my husband's photography I just wanted to share. I've been going through them to see which ones I would like to print and frame in our house and I'm so moved by his vision. I love seeing the world through his lenses.

I first have to share this one which was a birthday present to me. It is a picture of a beautiful white oak in Arkansas, in a field we would drive by every day and we would enjoy watching it change through the seasons. So it was "our tree". 
Here are a few pictures from David's trip to Europe: 






Sunday, October 24, 2010

Bohemian look number one

So as my previous post stated I am on a Bohemian journey to "rediscover" my fashion style. I've always collected random pieces of jewelry, long scarves, cool knits...and never fully realized that it was an actual style! My husband thinks its hilarious when I showed him my post because he just stated, "that's like Katy-style". Yep. There is a method to my madness! Bwahaha! So here's my first look all put together for a casual weekend. Not for work. Just for  pleasure. And remember this is just my first look. Not that WOW-za but an attempt. Oh and please ignore my attempt at a model-esq picture...


I know. Not that exciting but I did utilize the BIG wooden jewelry, big bracelet, funky 3/4 cardigan thingie, and big ole sunglasses. And the long hippie hair I already have is a plus. BAM!
Wooden jewelry- thrift store. Sunglasses- Target. Cardigan thingie- TJ Maxx. Bracelet- thriftie. Probably about $30 max. Woot woot!


Thursday, October 21, 2010

My Bohemian Quest

So I'm embracing my inner Bohemian-ness. It's true. I admit it. I've been confused. I've been all over the map fashion wise since I was young. My first fashion statement was Umbro's and matching t-shirts. I was half tom boy half poor pastor's kid--needless to say--I had a difficult time defining myself fashion-wise.  Here's an example:







 But looking back I also saw I had a little Bohemian in me all the time...














So recently I decided to "define" myself fashion-wise. So I took a quiz and fell under every category of "Bohemian". For example: loving eclectic jewelry, ethnic bags, long flowing dresses, boots, big glasses and strappy sandals, also known as a "global" style. Its considered also a "state of mind". The epitome for me is Janis Joplin, one of my favorite music artists. Of course she exaggerates the style, and it was the 60's. But I still love it, and her music. Soulful, free flowing, easy. 
 So as the goddess of psychedelic fashion as my guide, I go forth on my bohemian quest, to define my personal fashion. Using the website "the chic fashionista" I did some research on all the things Bohemian! I love everything in this picture:




 Also this Jessica Simpson bag:
And these shoes:
 Though I know fashion doesn't define who I am, at least it gives somewhat of an accurate picture of what I feel inside. That I am uninhibited, enjoy the beauty of intricate patterns and unique jewelry, the freedom to be who you are. And the coolest thing about this style is that there are many non profit organizations that help third world country entrepreneurs sell their products such as Heart Craft, that makes these beautiful prints and journals!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My style quiz!

Wednesday, July 07, 2010

Escaping Darkness, Beyond Brothels- Combatting Sex Trade Industry

We forget that people in parts of the world cannot even put food on the table. The sex trafficking industry is alive and thriving, especially in the United States. According to Woman's Funding Network in an Article published "Enslaved in America" we must break the typical stereotype of what we think the sex industry is:
"When we hear the words "sex trafficking," as Americans we immediately think of women and children overseas who are being forced into the sex trade or who are brought into the United States for the purpose of sexual exploitation. We don't usually think closer to home — Americans trafficked by Americans. But I want you to think about young women and even girls that you have seen late at night when you come home from work or a social event. Maybe you have seen them in the streets in short dresses and spike heels. You turn your heads to look away. We do not look at the faces of these young women and girls who are forced to be out in the street. Maybe we think this is what they want to do or they wouldn't be out there. Maybe it is easier to believe that it is an empowering choice they have than face the harsh reality of child sexual abuse, physical and mental abuse, and the pimps that prey on the young women and girls.
To understand all aspects of sex trafficking in the United States, you have to open your mind and let go of what you have seen or heard on television. You need to let go of the media's portrayal of the "joys" of street prostitution, and open your eyes to the violence and control the pimps and sex traffickers exercise over their victims, who are mostly girls and young women."

The FBI estimates that well over 100,000 children and young women are trafficked in America today. They range in age from 9 to 19, with the average age being 11. There are so many things that we can be doing TODAY to combat the sex trafficking industry. This is an outrage, and we need to be advocates for these young women.
According to Equality Now's website, these are some ways we can combat the sex trafficking industry:

Working to End Sex Trafficking Around the World

Through its Trafficking Program, Equality Now works to end all forms of trafficking in women and girls, most of whom are sold into the commercial sex trade, by educating the public, targeting sex tourism operators, monitoring trafficking that occurs on the internet, and influencing policy makers to pass strong, effective anti-trafficking legislation.

How you can Help:
Taking advantage of action techniques such as letter writing, fax and email campaigns, media events and public information activities, Equality Now mobilizes action on behalf of individual women whose rights are being violated and promotes women rights at the local, national and international levels. You can help protect the human rights of women by joining the Women’s Action Network and supporting Equality Now’s Trafficking Fund.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day to my favorite poppa

I can't say enough about my dad. I'm definitely what you'd call a "Daddy's Girl" but that always came by easy for me. I feel like a lot of who I am was either genetically passed down to me by my dad or grown in me, like a seed planted at an early age.
My dad for one- is hilarious. He is hilarious in that uninhibited way- where he doesn't care if he looks silly or not. (Austin Honkey Tonk is all I need to say!)
My dad always knew how to cheer us up whether it was singing in a loud (and annoying) voice every night before bed "It's time....To go to beeeeeed!" and would chase each of us to our beds. And occasionally when we were lucky- he ran in after wards and jumped on our beds while yelling "BONSAIIII!" in a samurai voice. My sister especially loved it. :)My dad taught me laughter- especially to learn to laugh at myself.
My dad also spent time with each of us, all of my siblings to let us know we were special. Whether it was taking one of us out to toss a baseball, treat us to an ice cream, or take us on a nature walk- he always let us know we were loved. Individually loved. For who we were. Nelson kids grew up knowing their father loved them.
For me and dad our connection was nature. My dad grew up in a small town in Colorado called Steamboat Springs, where he skied and hiked his whole life. My dad then became a Forestry Major in college, where he would spend days at a time studying nature. My dad would always point out trees, their bark, what their scientific names were. And we always teased him growing up- of his love of mushrooms. He even gave my mother a close up picture of a mushroom he took for their engagement present. We all can't help laughing at this. Our hippie dad. Some of my favorite memories growing up are taking hikes with my dad. We would map out on the Buffalo River which one we'd take next. We would walk for miles at a time, sometime not even speaking. Both of us not wanting to break the beautiful silence of nature.
Thank you dad- for being there. For being present in every moment of our lives. To talk to us, to laugh, to guide us and teach us. Because of your love, I feel I can embrace God's love more easily. Because if you are even a tiny reflection of his character- than he can't be all that bad. :) Love you poppa!!
Psalm 103:13
"As a father has compassion on his children, so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him." (NIV)

Monday, June 07, 2010

Global Prayer Cafe


(aka- Mission's Prayer Group)

*Contact:
 Katy Schmidt
6604 Glades Way
(941) 350-1115
chinafriend@gmail.com
*Needed supplies:
John Piper's book "Let the Nation's Be Glad"
*Purpose:
God has revealed his heart for the nations all throughout the Bible- from Genesis to Revelation. God's heart desires that all may come to know him  from "every tribe tongue and nation". Global Prayer Cafe is an opportunity to partner with Bayside missions in prayer as well as provide an opportunity for fellowship & learning about other world religions and cultures.
*Time:
The group will be on Wednesday nights at 7:00pm at Katy Schmidt's house. The group will be about an hour to an hour 15 minutes- half the time being prayer, and half the time will be watching videos/interactive stuff. 
*Components:
-Gather together for fellowship while enjoying different ethnic foods from around the world!
-Learn about other world religions and how we can pray for them as well as opportunities to befriend those people in our community.
-Pray for Bayside's missionaries as well as other mission groups overseas.
-Enjoy a  multimedia experience by watching relevant mission's videos. 
-Reach out to Bayside missionaries through Skype calls or care packages

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Happy Mother's Day to Karen Nelson, my amazing mom!

Now I know most of us will agree that we have the best mother in the world but I definitely think I was blessed with the best. My mother- maiden name Karen Otting grew up a middle child with out a middle name. My mom always wanted one so she gave herself one- Elizabeth, which is now my middle name. My mother- once a flower child and now a blooming empty nester, working hard in public relations. She raised us with the word of God as her guide, along with my father- teaching us first to love our God and then love others. And she exemplified that in her everyday life whether it was welcoming international students into our homes, or simply giving the chatty lady at the grocery store a listening ear. My mother was also a teacher and homemaker, filling our home with the smell of freshly baked bread. My mother- a tenderhearted woman that allowed us to have an abandoned squirrel as a pet, and cried alongside us when it died. That was always mom's job- to take the animals to the vet for their final hours. I never thanked her over the years for bearing that burden. The burden of sorrow and the loss of life. She sat beside them in their final hours, giving comfort and love. We always tease my mom about her obsession with journaling, but secretly I envy her for all her deep thoughts. Every morning I remember running to her room to find her deep in prayer or feverishly journaling new revelations God gave her. But she was never selfish with those revelations- delighting equally in sharing them with me and my brother and sister. Through her eyes I saw a loving Savior, a friend, a teacher. She gave me my first pictures of Jesus. My mother- friend, teacher, both lovely and wise. Thank you for your heart, for giving so unselfishly of yourself, for loving each of us with a nurturing mother's love. Love you momma 
 

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Passport photos over the years...

Was 8 years old in my first passport photo. My family was traveling to Kharkov, Ukraine to start a student ministry group on the local campus with Student Mobilization. 
I remember being elated that we were traveling overseas, seeing a new world. I told my friends in school and they all thought I was crazy...giving me a look like- why would you ever want to leave south Arkansas?? I remember at my 8th birthday party at De Gray lake my friends were giving me "going away presents" like towels and socks...I thought it was so lame. 
Feelings here: hopeful. Perhaps that when the travel bug was first planted in my mind. 










In this next photo I think I was in 10th grade so about 17, and it would be the first year to travel to Mexico with my youth group for the "mission to Mexico" trip. Our church would take the youth group during Spring Break and work with the local churches in Chihuahua, Mexico. Again, I remember telling some friends I would be building a church during Spring Break and they gave me that same crazed look like- "your going to Mexico to build a church? Not to go to Cancun and get boozed up?" (story of my life these looks). My first time there was an amazing experience. Traveling by bus into the heart of Chihuahua, felt like we were driving over the Sahara desert. When we arrived there we were all divided up into pairs and placed in the homes of the church members. The family was so welcoming, giving up their family bed so we had somewhere to sleep. One night the mom even made a birthday cake for my friend. Using her limited supplies to make her feel special. I had never experienced true hospitality until traveling to Mexico. Feelings here: amazed.
My last photo was taken  in 2008 when I was 23 and had just gotten married and needed to change my name on the passport. I had been married for a couple of months, a new resident to Florida. I would be traveling to China for a summer study abroad trip with my school. I had been waiting 6 months preparing for this trip, getting the correct documents, buying supplies and packing clothes and shoes. Then we found out there was  devastating earthquake in Chengdu, China, the city I would be studying in. Thousands of people were dead, many were still trapped. The program I was going with gave me the option not to go, and although my heart ached to go, my husband didn't feel right about it. My feelings here are complete excitement. I had traveled to China before to teach English and was going to meet up with some of my old students in Beijing. After this news I was devastated. I still hope for the day I can return to China. I know God will open that door again soon. 

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sad but true- Mary Ellen Wilson's story

Not to dampen anyone's Sunday but in light of Child Abuse Prevention Month in April, I think it is our duty to spread the word about the prevalence of child abuse in America. The story below is about the first reported incidence of child abuse in America, of a little girl named Mary Ellen Wilson. I found the story on American Humane website. The organization exists to help protect both animals and people. While I have been working in social services I have come to realize the prevalence of child abuse in America. You hear about it almost daily in the news, stories so terrible I don't wish to repeat. Each of us probably know a child effected by child abuse, it may even be your own story. My thoughts are that if we are vigilant as a society, we can nearly wipe out child abuse in America. If we keep our eyes and ears open, using our own practical judgment, and care enough to make that important call- children wouldn't suffer so greatly. The Bible puts it this way: 

James 1:27 (New International Version)
"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."
 So be vigilant, be aware- in your school's, in your neighborhoods, day cares. Intervene on a child's part. They need our voices. They have a right "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness". 
Here is Mary Ellen's story:

Who We Are

History

Mary Ellen Wilson

How One Girl's Plight Started the Child-Protection Movement


Mary Ellen Wilson
The sufferings of the little girl, Mary Ellen, led to the founding of the New York Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, the first organization of its kind, in 1874. In 1877, thje New York SPCC and several Societies for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals from throughout the country joined together to form the American Humane Association. Mary Ellen’s story marked the beginning of a world-wide crusade to save children. Over the years, in the re-telling of Mary Ellen Wilson’s story, myth has often been confused with fact. Some of the inaccuracies stem from colorful but erroneous journalism, others from simple misunderstanding of the facts, and still others from the complex history of the child protection movement in the United States and Great Britain and its link to the animal welfare movement. While it is true that Henry Bergh, president of the American Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA), was instrumental in ensuring Mary Ellen’s removal from an abusive home, it is not true that her attorney -- who also worked for the ASPCA -- argued that she deserved help because she was “a member of the animal kingdom.”
The real story -- which can be pieced together from court documents, newspaper articles, and personal accounts -- is quite compelling, and it illustrates the impact that a caring and committed individual can have on the life of a child.
Mary Ellen Wilson was born in 1864 to Francis and Thomas Wilson of New York City. Soon thereafter, Thomas died, and his widow took a job. No longer able to stay at home and care for her infant daughter, Francis boarded Mary Ellen (a common practice at the time) with a woman named Mary Score. As Francis’s economic situation deteriorated, she slipped further into poverty, falling behind in payments for and missing visits with her daughter. As a result, Mary Score turned two-year-old Mary Ellen over to the city’s Department of Charities.
The Department made a decision that would have grave consequences for little Mary Ellen; it placed her illegally, without proper documentation of the relationship, and with inadequate oversight in the home of Mary and Thomas McCormack, who claimed to be the child’s biological father. In an eerie repetition of events, Thomas died shortly thereafter. His widow married Francis Connolly, and the new family moved to a tenement on West 41st Street.
Mary McCormack Connolly badly mistreated Mary Ellen, and neighbors in the apartment building were aware of the child’s plight. The Connollys soon moved to another tenement, but in 1874, one of their original neighbors asked Etta Angell Wheeler, a caring Methodist mission worker who visited the impoverished residents of the tenements regularly, to check on the child. At the new address, Etta encountered a chronically ill and homebound tenant, Mary Smitt, who confirmed that she often heard the cries of a child across the hall. Under the pretext of asking for help for Mrs. Smitt, Etta Wheeler introduced herself to Mary Connolly. She saw Mary Ellen’s condition for herself. The 10-year-old appeared dirty and thin, was dressed in threadbare clothing, and had bruises and scars along her bare arms and legs. Ms. Wheeler began to explore how to seek legal redress and protection for Mary Ellen. Click here to read Etta Wheeler’s account of Mary Ellen.
At that time, some jurisdictions in the United States had laws that prohibited excessive physical discipline of children. New York, in fact, had a law that permitted the state to remove children who were neglected by their caregivers. Based on their interpretation of the laws and Mary Ellen’s circumstances, however, New York City authorities were reluctant to intervene. Etta Wheeler continued her efforts to rescue Mary Ellen and, after much deliberation, turned to Henry Bergh, a leader of the animal humane movement in the United States and founder of the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA). It was Ms. Wheeler’s niece who convinced her to contact Mr. Bergh by stating, “You are so troubled over that abused child, why not go to Mr. Bergh? She is a little animal surely” (p. 3 Wheeler in Watkins, 1990).
Ms. Wheeler located several neighbors who were willing to testify to the mistreatment of the child and brought written documentation to Mr. Bergh. At a subsequent court hearing, Mr. Bergh stated that his action was “that of a human citizen,” clarifying that he was not acting in his official capacity as president of the NYSPCA. He emphasized that he was “determined within the framework of the law to prevent the frequent cruelties practiced on children” (Mary Ellen, April 10, 1976, p. 8 in Watkins, 1990). After reviewing the documentation collected by Etta Wheeler, Mr. Bergh sent an NYSPCA investigator (who posed as a census worker to gain entrance to Mary Ellen’s home) to verify the allegations. Elbridge T. Gerry, an ASPCA attorney, prepared a petition to remove Mary Ellen from her home so she could testify to her mistreatment before a judge. Mr. Bergh took action as a private citizen who was concerned about the humane treatment of a child. It was his role as president of the NYSPCA and his ties to the legal system and the press, however, that bring about Mary Ellen’s rescue and the movement for a formalized child protection system.
Recognizing the value of public opinion and awareness in furthering the cause of the humane movement, Henry Bergh contacted New York Times reporters who took an interest in the case and attended the hearings. Thus, there were detailed newspaper accounts that described Mary Ellen’s appalling physical condition. When she was taken before Judge Lawrence, she was dressed in ragged clothing, was bruised all over her body and had a gash over her left eye and on her cheek where Mary Connelly had struck her with a pair of scissors. On April 10, 1874, Mary Ellen testified:
“My father and mother are both dead. I don’t know how old I am. I have no recollection of a time when I did not live with the Connollys. …. Mamma has been in the habit of whipping and beating me almost every day. She used to whip me with a twisted whip—a raw hide. The whip always left a black and blue mark on my body. I have now the black and blue marks on my head which were made by mamma, and also a cut on the left side of my forehead which was made by a pair of scissors. She struck me with the scissors and cut me; I have no recollection of ever having been kissed by any one—have never been kissed by mamma. I have never been taken on my mamma’s lap and caressed or petted. I never dared to speak to anybody, because if I did I would get whipped…. I do not know for what I was whipped—mamma never said anything to me when she whipped me. I do not want to go back to live with mamma, because she beats me so. I have no recollection ever being on the street in my life” Mary Ellen, April 10, 1874, (Watkins, 1990).
In response, Judge Lawrence immediately issued a writ de homine replagiando, provided for by Section 65 of the Habeas Corpus Act, to bring Mary Ellen under court control.
The newspapers also provided extensive coverage of the caregiver Mary Connolly’s trial, raising public awareness and helping to inspire various agencies and organizations to advocate for the enforcement of laws that would rescue and protect abused children (Watkins, 1990). On April 21, 1874, Mary Connolly was found guilty of felonious assault and was sentenced to one year of hard labor in the penitentiary (Watkins, 1990).
Less well known but as compelling as the details of her rescue, is the rest of Mary Ellen’s story. Etta Wheeler continued to play an important role in the child’s life. Family correspondence and other accounts reveal that the court placed Mary Ellen in an institutional shelter for adolescent girls. Believing this to be an inappropriate setting for the 10-year-old, Ms. Wheeler intervened. Judge Lawrence gave her permission to place the child with her own mother, Sally Angell, in northern New York. When Ms. Angell died, Etta Wheeler’s youngest sister, Elizabeth, and her husband Darius Spencer, raised Mary Ellen. By all accounts, her life with the Spencer family was stable and nurturing.
At the age of 24, Mary Ellen married a widower and had two daughters -- Etta, named after Etta Wheeler, and Florence. Later, she became a foster mother to a young girl named Eunice. Etta and Florence both became teachers; Eunice was a businesswoman. Mary Ellen’s children and grandchildren described her as gentle and not much of a disciplinarian. Reportedly, she lived in relative anonymity and rarely spoke with her family about her early years of abuse. In 1913, however, she agreed to attend the American Humane Association’s national conference in Rochester, NY, with Etta Wheeler, her long-time advocate. Ms. Wheeler was a guest speaker at the conference. Her keynote address, “The Story of Mary Ellen, Which Started the Child Saving Crusade Throughout the World” was published by the American Humane Association. Mary Ellen died in 1956 at the age of 92.
Watkins, S.A. (1990). The Mary Ellen myth: Correcting child welfare history. Social Work, 35(6), pp. 500-503.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Weekend update- strange but amazing

Friday- went to the Salty Dog out at Longboat to have dinner with my friend Emily and met a guy named Keith Stansell (wikipedia site). David and I were just sitting at the bar waiting for our dinner and David struck up a conversation with a guy and his mother. He told us he was on a date with his mom. As the evening progressed Keith revealed that he was actually a survivor of a kidnapping by a Colombian drug cartel in 2003. Keith was working for the government and his plane crashed in the jungles and they were immediately captured. Keith was with 5 other guys and on arrival two of the men were marched out in the jungle by rebels and shot, execution style. He and the other two men were then held captive in the Colombian jungle for 5 years! He showed us the scars on his neck and said with a smile, "Don't take life for granted". Here's a video on YouTube after being rescued. He was an incredibly nice guy, and was positive about his experience. His picture is with his two twin sons. 


Saturday- while we didn't meet an American hero at the beach we did meet up with our friends Carlos and Sabrina for a beach cookout at my favorite Lido beach! The water is still pretty cold in the ocean but we stayed long enough to get cooked.






Sunday- Easter celebrations! While we're normally Saturday church people, since we went to the beach on Saturday we decided to go on Sunday. The service was phenomenal! The building was packed to the brim with people, with almost a 100 just out in the lobby watching the service on the big screens. Pastor Randy had an awesome message entitled "It is well" taking from the famous song written by Horatio Spafford. He reminded us of Christ's sacrifice on Easter and how it gives us the power to overcome our own battles in life. That "when we are weak, He is strong". 
Oh and what's a good Easter celebration with out humiliating a few dogs in Easter bunny ears?? 

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Amazing show- Blood, Sweat and Take Away


David and I have recently watched this show on the BBC called "Blood, Sweat and Take Away" about the high price of cheap food such as human exploitation in third world countries. At first I wasn't sure if I could stomach the show, knowing the questionable things that are done not only to animals, but to humans. For any of you that have spent time in a third world country know what I speak of. Its seen on the streets daily. The difficult life of living as a peasant, barely able to put food on the table for your family, despite the backbreaking labor you have done. This show brings 6 British men and women to Thailand in the first episode, first to see how rice is grown and then harvested. The team was made to live like an average rice farmer, and could only pay for their food and shelter from their combined wages from working in the rice fields. On the first day of planting the rice seeds they, as a team, failed in their task of planting a small field and received only half of their wages.  They were nearly in tears that night when they realized they only had money to buy bananas because most of it went to rent. You could see in their faces and they slowly realized that the world did not live like they did. The hunger pains felt by so many. It was amazing to see their transformation. Even the prissiest of girls was willing to gut fish in order to buy dinner for the night. The show is well made and incredibly convicting, as it should be. We, as westerners, need to have reminders that the world is not as we see it. There are so many things we can do though to help. Here's a few ideas I've compiled since watching the show:

1. First I think as a believer I know that prayers can do amazing things in people's lives. Lift up a prayer tonight for the people going to bed hungry. 
2. Kiva is an amazing organization that provides micro loans to entrepreneurs overseas.
3.Compassion International- you can sponsor a child overseas- by sending in your money they can go to school, or at least have a decent meal
3.Oxfam- This organization is the one promoted by Coldplay in "making trade fair". You can find information on products you buy overseas.
4. THINK LOCAL! Visit your local farmer's market to not only help your local economy- but also you know where you food came from.
5. Still thinking local...My church Bayside Community Church Bradenton sponsors a homeless breakfast every Saturday morning so you can reach out to your local community

So...think twice before you visit your local Taco Bell or McDonald's...on where your cheap food came from :)

Monday, March 22, 2010

Good Beer without the Guilt

For those of you women who are fellow beer drinkers such as myself, I found this article on Women Health Magazine to be very helpful! Now when you head to the beach you can grab an Amstel Light instead of Rolling Rock like I usually do!
http://www.womenshealthmag.com/weight-loss/best-light-beers

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Friday, March 19, 2010

Prayer for my poppa in Mexico


Here's an email from my dad sent the other morning. Wanted to share it with others so we can cover his team in prayer!!

Hey sweet family…Friday, I’m heading to Puebla, Mexico with 14 high school seniors and 4 leaders over spring break March 19-26.  We will be doing a number of things from serving at a small growing Christian school with grades K through 6th grade.  Then going to an orphanage to drop off clothes and love on kids.   There is an evangelistic rally scheduled with a high school group from El Camino the local church there we partner with.  Then to the mountains of Cuatatola to help with some construction and ministry projects at a church we also help with.   Can you pray for us?

·         We have an expectation for God to work.   Help us to see, experience and especially cooperate with what He wants.
·         Pray for logistics of travel, health, safety, and unity
·         Pray we would be servant leaders
·         Pray we would be used by God to help bring about life change through evangelism, serving, loving, and listening.  
·         Pray that the different cultures represented (in the mountains it is 3 cultures) will bring glory and honor to God as the viewing world sees the unity we have in Christ.

Thanks…your part helps change things there as well as us.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Funny news post- "Midnight Knitter"

midnight-knitter.jpg
Normally at this time of year, Wilbraham Park in West Cape May, New Jersey is a pretty depressing place.  It’s still at the tail-end of winter there, so everything’s dark and dreary and generally not the most pleasant to look at.  Of course, when spring comes, everything will be green again, but until then someone known as the Midnight Knitter has taken it upon him or herself to knit scarves, leggings, cozies, and yarn coverings for trees and lamp posts in the area.
While the town is mostly pro-Midnight Knitter, there are some concerns, like when the city will take down the knitted yarn.  Residents hope they’ll find a happy medium and remove the brightly-colored works only when they start to fade, tag, or become tattered, and not before then.  The police are asking around, but something tells me that the Midnight Knitter will never be caught of his or her own free will, if only because residents seem enthralled by the efforts.  It seems like a rare thing for knitting needles to be used for their intended purpose in such a fun way, rather than in a hurtful stabby way.
Associated Press

Sunday, March 07, 2010

My favorite song by my favorite artist

Blessed To Be A Witness

Credits: 
Ben Harper
Original Artist: 
Ben Harper


corcovado parted the sky
and through the darkness
on us he shined
crucified in stone
still his blood is my own
glory behold all my eyes have seen

i am blessed to be a witness
some have flown away
and can't be with us here today
like the hills of my home
some have crumbled and now are gone
gather around for today won't come again

i am blessed to be a witness
so much sorrow and pain
still i will not live in vain
like good questions never asked
is wisdom wasted on the past
only by the grace of god go i

i am blessed to be a witness

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Last week's vacation [pictures!]

Well in the past two weeks so much has happened. My last day at Healthy Families was February 19th :( It was such an amazing experience and I have to say I've really enjoyed all my coworkers. It was really hard to say goodbye but I just can't say no to new opportunities that come my way. After the 19th I had a whole week of vacation before starting my new job at the Safe Children Coalition .
So here's an update from the past week of vacation!
           
                          Monday- Traveled to Tampa Ikea to get a desk set or "workstation" that we  picked out online because I will be officing from home. Kinda blurry picture but basically its a desk/bookshelf combination. Here's the back:

           Here's the front! Its very convenient because it creates a separate office area. 
While I was in Tampa I had lunch with my friend Emily. Emily is in her last semester at  the University of South Florida to get her Masters in Social Work
 
During the week I also started on a new craft project to make tile mosaic coasters.
Here's the finished project (not there yet) 

 
I also spent A LOT of time with my dogs while on my vacation-
Roman ate a tree vine
 

 Lily ate a coconut
 

Wednesday- I got a chance to have dinner with a former coworker Patricia at Mi Pueblo's. Patricia is awesome
 

I also got my hair highlighted! The girl actually straightened it for me (I tipped her a little extra haha) 



Friday-I  joined a women community group called "Tea Time" lead by Deborah Peters. We enjoyed some Oolong and White Teas


Her friend also came to teach us how to make Cranberry Orange Zest scones! They were amazing ( I had to stop at two) 
 

      Sunday- ended the week by eating fresh oysters at Siesta Key Oyster Bar with my friends Jenny and Emily (and the guys)