Archive | October 2015

Hope Where There is None


***Ask your parent to read this first :)***


If you know me well, you know that I am passionate about few things. The first is Christ and the second is riding my 4 legged friends, but you may not know the third. I am passionate about helping sexually abused and trafficked girls. What really put a spark for it in my heart was the Gospel for Asia film Veil of Tears. It describes the hardship, discrimination, abuse, and death of millions of women in the entire world. I heard for the first time about bride burnings, human sex trafficking, and marriage at young ages like 8. I was caught off guard and felt like I needed very badly to do something to help them.

That’s when I found out about Gospel for Asia’s blogger team.

Every month they send me something to share about to move readers to do something. I have spent too much time ignoring the resources they’ve sent, so I want to apologize to all the women in Asia who could’ve been changed.

The topic I’m to write about this month is the date October 11th; which is the International Day of the Girl Child.

Imagine with me just for one moment these things:

You are a beautiful girl. You aren’t loved. You’re abused by your own family, and your parents hate you because you’re just a girl. You want to find work, so you labor. You earn your money, but your father takes it for gambling and alcohol. After you can’t make anymore money, your family sells you into slavery. You’re innocence is stolen, and you have no one to love you.

This is how life is for many girls in India, Cambodia, Nepal, Thailand, and many other countries. Life is hopeless for these girls simply because of their gender.

I heard about a girl named Mayuri who was 14 years old. She was also hated and abused by her father for being a girl. She worked in the fields with her mother everyday. But, the money they earned was little, and it was usually taken by Mayuri’s father for gambling and drinking.

One day, Mayuri’s mother, Olimani, wanted a future for her daughter and arranged a marriage for her to a man named Rafat. The marriage seemed peaceful and lovely, but after a while, Rafat became tense and angry. He wanted to have a son that would bring his family pride, honor, and wages. Mayuri was still only 14, and she remained barren for more than 4 years. In Southeast Asian culture, women are blamed and abused for being barren. After the 4 years ended, she became pregnant and the couple rejoiced; but then the baby was born.

It was a girl.

After another few years, she became pregnant again; but gave birth to another girl. Rafat abused her and hated her for bearing only girls. He spoke badly about her in front of his family, and when Mayuri had had enough, she ran away and returned to Olimani. Mayuri’s mother was now alone, her husband had married another woman. When Mayuri went to find work, and she met a man who told her he could get her a job in another country – if she paid her way to get there. Mayuri was overjoyed, borrowed some money and gave it to the man. After he received the money, he did nothing for her. He was a fake and now she was in a hole of debt with interest. How would she provide for her two daughters? She prayed on her knees every night to all her Hindu deities, but nothing happened. So, in order to save her children, she became a prostitute. Many years later, Mayuri discovered a tumor in her abdomen and she was certain there was no hope left for her.

But she was wrong.

Gospel for Asia Pastor Patakin visited Mayuri’s home, even though everyone despised her for being who she was. He shared Christ with her many times until she decided to come to church one Sunday. An article on put it this way:

            During one Sunday service, Mayuri was touched as Pastor Patakin shared Psalm 91:15-16: “He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will deliver him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him, and show him My salvation.”

Pastor Patakin spoke of many women whom Christ had healed from deadly diseases.

“If you pray to God, He will heal you and give long life to you,” he said.

Mayuri believed and put her trust in God. Then, like all the women Pastor Patakin had talked about, she experienced the Lord’s healing touch.

Thanks to our awesome God, Mayuri was healed from her cancer and she is filled with the joy and love of Christ! I wanted to tell all of the women in the world that they are worth so much and that the one who made you loves you! From the abused girl in Asia, to the captive slave in Iraq, he loves us all.


“Today, I am living; that is only by the grace of God! I was totally healed from my sickness by the blood of Christ. … Now I am living by faith in Jesus Christ.”



All for now,

Emily 😛

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This entry was posted on October 18, 2015. 1 Comment

The Not-So-Perfect Female and Her Very-Much-So-Perfect Helper

Is there really such a thing as a good person? I thought so. I wanted to be good. I wanted to be perfect, even! I wanted to look so good that I would be a “good” girl. But, what is good? What is perfect? What is a “good” person?

Well, I learned that a good person equals nothing. Because that’s who I was. I was”good” and “perfect”. I was praised by everyone for how spiritual I was and how good I was. How intellectual, smart, and bright I was. But, my mom has a saying,”When a sponge gets squeezed, the water that’s held inside comes out. But when a person gets squeezed with trials, their insides come out. Their real self comes out.”

I have been squeezed and wrung out. And my non-perfect self came out. I was (being really honest) rebellious, short tempered, a cry-baby, and a lazy bum. I definitely wasn’t the once perfect goody girl everyone thought I was. I was so focused on making myself look good with my friends and superiors, that I forgot why I am supposed to be “good”. Is there even a reason to be good? Is there any purpose to being good? And when I got squeezed, I learned the answer to those two questions.

A. There is no reason to be good

B. There is no purpose to being good but pleasing yourself

When I was on my good trip, all I thought of was, what does _______ think of me? Instead of, how does God think of me and my attitudes towards Him? All of my blog posts were what I wanted to talk about (cosplay, Lord of the Rings, sewing, The Hobbit, and my selfish needs). I was good in everyone’s eyes, except mine.

But Christ still saw me as His precious daughter. He only wanted me to understand that I didn’t need to be good and perfect, because when I’m squeezed, where does being perfect leave me? Broken and bleeding in the dust with everyone scoffing instead of praising. When I think I’m perfect, I feel like I’m walking on Cloud 9 and worth more than a million dollars! But when I am squeezed with no good left in me, I treat myself like trash. In the end, I realized all that I had missed.


For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.

-Ephesians 2:8-9


I realized that I am not perfect and that I will never be. So after I realized that I’m messed up, I tried to be good again. This time remembering Christ in my actions. But again, I failed. I wanted to look good and have the perfect little Christian bubble. Go to church in my bubble, watch movies in my bubble, go to HOME group activities in my perfect little bubble, blog in my bubble, pray and be “holy” in my bubble and live the perfect little Christian box life. It’s easy to do. But then I learned something else.

I can’t do anything without the guidance or wisdom of the Holy Spirit.


So, today I am looking to the Holy Spirit and interceding for guidance and wisdom through my day. Without Christ, we are nothing, just a bunch of loud clanging cymbals. Doing anything without Christ should’ve told me a long time ago that I was going to fail, and I would’ve saved a lot of tears. So, the Hound Dog from Heaven is teaching me how to live. It’s much better than my plan, I’ll tell you that much! He guides me in all the ways I should go and teaches me to be gracious, loving, and kind. Whenever I go on walks with Him, He floods my heart with His Joy and Peace. He sleeps at the foot of my bed and watches over me as I sleep and commands the Angels to fight for me. He wakes me up with excitement in the mornings, and when I feed Him, He feeds me back. Whenever I call Him from the field, He runs as fast as His little hound legs can take him. I highly recommend the breed. 🙂

The point is, my hound dog is the leader of my life. He is loyal, loving, kind, and patient in teaching. Your hound dog is already there with you, all you have to do is listen for Him. He’s barking and howling in your ears, now He’s just waiting for you to do what He commands you!

So long,

Emily 😀

P.S. Now I know three hound dogs: Ree Drummond’s hound Charlie, Kit Kittredge’s hound Grace, and my Holy Spirit! 😛

This entry was posted on October 15, 2015. 3 Comments

The Swift Flowing Current of Grace


Hello, world!

Today is Wednesday at 5:14 PM, which is the weirdest time I’ve ever written and published a post. Well, I’m writing right now…it’s not technically published yet. But, when you read it, it will be (hehehehehe). Anyway, I’m posting, so that’s the big picture. 🙂

Have you ever felt like you’re so filled with joy even though you’re going through some of the thickest fire? I wouldn’t say I’m going through fire, but life is life, so all days are hard (9th grade science should do to describe my hardships :P). But, even in the midst of that, I still feel the most fluent joy like I’ve never felt before! Like, ever! I loved the way I heard it put in Ezekiel chapter 47, about a rushing river. You have to step in, and the waters begin to rise. To the ankles first, then knees, then waist! It’s like we have to step into the water first to go deeper with Christ. If we stand still, we’ll never do anything! To be cleansed and renewed, we have to go deep and feel the cold water and hit those jagged rocks, then the tide gets so high, that we can’t even get across! But, to get across isn’t the point. It’s to flow with God’s great current and feel the pull of his call to adventure. I have said gazillions of times (if you’ve read other posts), that life is a grand adventure! We flow at fast speeds and even though the rocks can smash us and pound us until we’re broken, we come out and find that we are even cleaner than we were before.

There are a lot of things that make a river:

A. Water

From everything in scripture, we read that Christ is the Living water. Water is a supplement, purifier, and satisfier. I don’t think satisfier is even a word, but that’s ok, because it’s in my dictionary.

B. Speed

The river has to be fast and swift in order to push water up the mountains and down into oceans. The fastest river in the world is the Atrato river in Columbia, which rushes at 4,900 cubic meters per second! 

C. Rocks

A river has to have clean water…how does it get clean water? The water is not clean from where it starts: at the top of a mountain (it’s basically melted snow). As it goes down, the current becomes faster and faster. When the rocks come, the water is cleansed from it’s impurities and becomes cleaner gradually all the way down.

If we choose to dive in, we can’t get out. The deeper we are in the water, the safer we are in Christ. After all, how can the Enemy hit a moving target? When we are so focused just on pleasing God and our relationship with him, we can resist the Devil and totally forget about him.

Think about the Forest River in the Hobbit Desolation of Smaug. The dwarves in the barrels were moving so swiftly with the river (in barrels), that orc/elf arrows never hit them. Except for when Kili had to pull the lever to open the gate. Otherwise, they focused on their mission and never once were they hit because an enemy cannot hit moving targets!

I feel as though a few months ago I was just standing fast in the river, not embracing it’s pull and flowing with it. I wasn’t spiritually active. I was stagnant like a swamp that develops and gathers parasites and bacteria. Without movement, we spiritually fail.

That’s why in my personal walk with my Abba, I have to flow in his current. His strong moving current makes me clean and pure for his cause. I am totally ready to start traveling in the rapids of grace! Are you?

So long,

Emily 😛

       Then he brought me back to the door of the temple; and there was water, flowing from under the threshold of the temple toward the east, for the front of the temple faced east; the water was flowing from under the right side of the temple, south of the altar. He brought me out by way of the north gate, and led me around on the outside to the outer gateway that faces east; and there was water, running out on the right side.

And when the man went out to the east with the line in his hand, he measured one thousand cubits, and he brought me through the waters; the water came up to my ankles. Again he measured one thousand and brought me through the waters; the water came up to my knees. Again he measured one thousand and brought me through; the water came up to my waist. Again he measured one thousand, and it was a river that I could not cross; for the water was too deep, water in which one must swim, a river that could not be crossed. He said to me, “Son of man, have you seen this?” Then he brought me and returned me to the bank of the river.

When I returned, there, along the bank of the river, were very many trees on one side and the other. Then he said to me: “This water flows toward the eastern region, goes down into the valley, and enters the sea. When it reaches the sea, its waters are healed...

-Ezekiel 47:1-8

P.S. I am remodeling my Tauriel dress, to make it look like the one on the Forest River (ironic, isn’t it?), so I’m deleting the post “Your Guide to Making a Tauriel Cosplay” until the new and improved dress is complete.

P.P.S. Also, here’s the Forest River scene: it’s one of my favorites, especially when you put it to Ezekiel 47:1-8. Plus, it’s a really epic scene! It starts at the part where Kili gets shot…I couldn’t seem to find a longer one! Observe Tauriel’s dress! It’ll be the one I transform mine into:



Rabshakehs, Doves, and Foggy Days

Hello, world!

I am doing fairly well today. I woke up to one of the best Colorado climates I love:



Days (especially Fridays) like this only mean certain things: hours on Wii U, hours in front of the sewing machine, LOTR and Hobbit and Star Wars marathons, popcorn, plus playing Arwen’s Vigil and other pensive songs on the piano to set the mood. The occasional cup of hot cocoa is part of that, too. The benefits of 4-day curriculum…

I love defining things and letting other people define things for me. Except when it comes to the concept of me. How do I define me, how does God define me?

Whenever I see my friends, I always leave and wonder,”When they think the name Emily, what is the first thing that comes to their mind?” Is it a sew-a-holic, horse freak, piano nerd, science geek (if that’s the case I find it a complement :P)? Perhaps a Jesus-freak (the ultimate compliment!)? Those are all what I know I am, but there are gajillions of voices that tell me otherwise.

I’m currently reading 2 Chronicles and I read today about Sennachrib the King of Assyria. He boldly came to the city of Jerusalem to King Hezekiah and all the people and basically told them that they were nothing, God was going to let them be defeated, and nothing could stop him from making fools of them. These were his exact words:

‘In what do you trust, that you remain under siege in Jerusalem? 11 Does not Hezekiah persuade you to give yourselves over to die by famine and by thirst, saying, “The Lord our God will deliver us from the hand of the king of Assyria”? 12 Has not the same Hezekiah taken away His high places and His altars, and commanded Judah and Jerusalem, saying, “You shall worship before one altar and burn incense on it”? 13 Do you not know what I and my fathers have done to all the peoples of other lands? Were the gods of the nations of those lands in any way able to deliver their lands out of my hand? 14 Who was there among all the gods of those nations that my fathers utterly destroyed that could deliver his people from my hand, that your God should be able to deliver you from my hand? 15 Now therefore, do not let Hezekiah deceive you or persuade you like this, and do not believe him; for no god of any nation or kingdom was able to deliver his people from my hand or the hand of my fathers. How much less will your God deliver you from my hand?’”

16 Furthermore, his servants spoke against the Lord God and against His servant Hezekiah.

-2 Chronicles 32:10b-16

By the way, Sennachrib wasn’t the one who said all these things to the people; his Rabshakeh proclaimed the message. I look at that as Sennachrib was too much of a coward to deliver the lies himself. Just like Satan; the ultimate coward. Sometimes he doesn’t give us the message himself; he sends other people to do it – or in really dark cases, demon possession. Satan is, as I heard a pastor once say, “A bumble bee with no stinger that flies around just to scare us.”

I was a bit unsure of how to start my post this morning, but my mother read me a scripture that inspired me to keep on going:

“But if, while seeking to be justified in Christ, we ourselves have also been found sinners, is Christ then a minister of sin? May it never be! “For if I rebuild what I have once destroyed, I prove myself to be a transgressor. “For through the Law I died to the Law, so that I might live to God. “I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me. “I do not nullify the grace of God, for if righteousness comes through the Law, then Christ died needlessly.”

-Galatians 2:17-21

My mom put it this way: faith+joy+peace= freedom in Christ. When we have freedom in Christ, we can just know that we are daughters/sons of the King of kings! That’s who we are. You’re not Emily because you like cosplay, ride horses, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, being a pianist, the Piano Guys (even though those shape my personality); you are you because you are a daughter of the King.

I have heard people say the familiar phrase,”I need to take some time (days, weeks, and years are sometimes replaced instead of “some time”) to find myself.” There really is no such thing if you know you’re a daughter/son of the King. So, I will end with this: our mission is to glorify the Lord, and as soon as we know that we’re a prized child of the King, we can move and change the world.

All for now,

Emily 🙂

P.S. We have two doves in our backyard and doves symbolize peace in the Bible…here’s an epic dove picture: