Being Realistic

Not including the people who said they were going to monthly support
me and have not done so yet, I still need $800 to be supported for the
month of February and I need that by the First.

After hearing that 3 times, I said, “I serve a God who
completely provides. I serve a God where money is no object and money
bows down to him. I serve a God who always performs miracles. I serve a
glorious king where the possibilities are endless. That’s me being
realistic. Realistic is knowing that my God provides.”

I don’t know how many times I have heard…

You need to be realistic…
You can’t go on the World Race. You need to work a job.
You won’t be able to raise $13,800.
You want to speak? You don’t have a voice.
You want to make shoes? You don’t have a design or business degree.
You want to teach women about confidence and beauty? You’re not confident and beautiful.
You want to help prostitutes and get them off the street? Good luck with that..
You are living in a fantasy world.

Lies. Lies that I have heard. Things that people have said in the past. Lies that Satan has tried to use against me.

I went on The World Race. I saw a glimpse of the Heart of God and I want God more than any amount of money or job.

I didn’t raise $13,800. God used all of you and provided not only THE COST OF THE RACE but I was able to be reimbursed for my health insurance and plane tickets.

Yes, the Lord is calling me to make shoes and makes shoes for the KINGDOM.
The fashion industry is a billion dollar industry where women are
obsessed with themselves, finding their identity in earthly things and
false security. I want to see a new generation of women that find their
identity in the Lord and see themselves the way Christ sees them. I want
to hear the new generation of women uplift and encourage each other to
the greatness the Lord desires for each one of them.

My confidence, my identity and my beauty is all found in the Lord. He tells me who I am and I walk in that truth.

Yes, I will help women get off the streets. They are worth it. They
had/have dreams like every little girl does of being something
great-dancer, teacher, reporter, shoe designer…. Whatever.. And I want
them to be able to have that chance again… to dream like that little
girl they were before they were robbed of their innocence and ability to
trust. I want them to see themselves as the women they were meant to
be.

I don’t live in a fantasy world. This is reality. I live in a world
where lies are constantly thrown at me. I live in a world where women
sell themselves for their families to have a meal that day or they sell
themselves because that’s all they believe they deserve. I live in a
world where I know that I am not the “best educated” in design, fashion
or whatever. I live in a world where I don’t always feel beautiful or
feel that I have a voice.

That’s where MY KING steps up. That’s where My King TELLS ME WHO I AM. That’s where My King KNOWS MY WEAKNESSES AND STILL USES ME FOR HIS GREATER PURPOSE. That’s when My King tells me I AM BEAUTIFUL AND CONFIDENT. That’s when my King MAKES ME RUN toward whatever seems too big or too scary and FIGHT FOR HIM! *insert Xena Warrior Princess yell*

People may say I am not realistic but this is my reality. What’s real
or practical is simple. My King died for me. He said I was worth it.
That’s why I am here. Truth is realistic. Through HIM all things are
possible.