Humbled

It’s official.  I have a problem.  The first step is admitting it.  I am addicted to chocolate.  I think Baby Bean is also addicted to chocolate, which explains why my addiction has escalated over the past months.  Chocolate totally grossed me out during the first trimester, and I had hoped that maybe the love wouldn’t come back so fiercely.  Alas, not to be.  The only thing that’s keeping me from eating three candy bars a day is the knowledge that slaves are used to harvest cocoa.  Unfortunately, there’s such thing as fair trade chocolate.

I don’t think I can move on to any other steps except admitting that I am powerless over this addiction and not ready to change it.

Remember when I didn’t eat chocolate for an entire month?  That was hard.  There were times I didn’t think I would make it.  I wanted to quit so badly.  Well, I have a friend about to start the 7 fast in January.  Pray for her (and those fasting with her).  You can follow her journey here:

http://diveintoseven.blogspot.com/2012/12/the-gentle-pull.html

I love that there are nutty people out there trying to really live the gospel.  I’m so challenged by these amazing friends.  Another friend was telling me yesterday about how she and her two daughters had breakfast with a homeless woman on Sunday.  What a blessing to her daughters, to model such love.

My other sweet friend met a former stripper last week and is taking her to a Bible study with Eve’s Angels (http://www.evesangels.org/) tonight.  (I was supposed to go with but this baby keeps disrupting my sleep making me turn into a zombie around 6 pm!  Argh.  Maybe next time…)

Between these ladies and my adoptive-mom friends and so many others, I am humbled.  Yes, there’s more to do.  There’s so much hurt and suffering in the world, but there is hope shining through.  God is working, and it’s awfully fun to watch. 

Go Kat!  We can’t wait to hear what you learn from 7.  Enjoy those Christmas cookies while you still can.

 

Eve’s Angels

How have I been so busy?  I feel like I’m barely home these days.  BB keeps nagging me about never being around – somehow I’ve been a busy woman.

On Saturday I had the pleasure of attending a workshop featuring the ministry of Eve’s Angels  (http://www.evesangels.org/).  I met Anny in September when she spoke at the Moody Church.  Anny shared her amazing testimony about how she had been working in the sex industry for a number of years when God God radically saved her and rescued her from a very dark place.  Since her own rescue, she has made it her life’s mission to show the love of God to other women in similar situations.

Eve’s Angels leads Bible studies for women, visits them at the clubs, delivers gift bags to them, operates a booth at the national porn conventions, prays for the women, and helps them get out when they want to leave.  Anny’s passion is contagious, and she so clearly loves these women as children of God.  In fact, while at the conference, a woman raised her hand and asked for help getting out of the industry.  That night, Anny took her to clean out her locker, and she was baptized the next day.  I so believe in this ministry, and I can’t wait to see how the Lord leads me to be more involved.  Praise God for Anny!

Hearing Anny’s story and seeing her passion is truly convicting to me.  I left feeling invigorated and excited.  I was somewhat disheartened though, realizing that I just don’t get fired up for the Lord that often.  There have been times in my life where I was more regularly seeing God work around me, but lately, I haven’t been paying attention or putting myself in spots to see how powerful he and real he is.

It’s made me want to pray for him to keep pushing me outside my comfort zone and take me to places where he is changing lives.  It’s hard to believe in a God that you don’t see, and it’s hard to truly believe that he is real if you aren’t seeing him really work.  I want to keep getting stretched.  These are risky prayers because God usually answers them with a yes.  I think my rest period is coming to an end.  It’s time to get back out on the front line.