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Travel Tips

Traveling around the world with Nay Nay is always an adventure. Some say I pack light, but really, I just pack smart. Life has taught me to pack everything I need in my carryon. However, I might take “need” to a bit of an extreme…

On my trip to Argentina, I packed a pair of PJs, a nice outfit, and a casual outfit (and underclothes). I decided to wear warm clothes and sneakers at the last minute: 1. because it saved packing space, 2. because it would be winter there.

When I went to pickup my checked luggage in Buenos Aires, this is what I found:

Not only was my luggage in a garbage bag, but if you look at the bottom middle of the photo, you’ll see that a panel of my bagged it melted. Everything not in a space saver was destroyed, and some clothes in the savers were, but some were salvaged.

On my trip to Spain, my checked luggage was displaced – just overnight. Luckily, I was more less prepared. In honor of my packing week, I will share my wealth of packing knowledge with you.

Space Savers

I always travel with space savers! Not only because they protected some of my clothes once upon a time, but because I can fit all my clothes in my carryon – depending on the season, of course. Be careful to not overdo it. There are weight restrictions. However, I do pack at least four outfits in a space saver when I travel to Southeast Asia.


Store all liquids in a clear bag, each bottle containing no more than 100mL. So if you’re going to the beach, and you think you’ll go through a lot of sunscreen, pack it in your checked bag.

TSA Restricted Items

Check the list of TSA restricted items before you check your luggage! Otherwise, you may be donating items to the airport. Don’t worry though. You can knit and crochet on the plane. You can also shave your legs and clip your toenails. Though you will always be the subject of terrible travel companions. You also want to be aware of restrictions on checked items before you shop for souvenirs. Speaking of souvenirs, the smarter you pack at the beginning of your trip, the more room you’ll have for purchases at the end of your trip. Bon voyage!


His Love Endures Forever

Inspired by Psalm 136 & Acts 17:24-29

Give thanks to the Lord for He is good,

His love endures forever.

Give thanks to the God of gods,

His love endures forever. 

For He made the world and everything in,

His love endures forever. 

Sunflowers, autumn leaves, sunsets and Spring,
His love endures forever. 

Give thanks to the Lord of Heaven and Earth,

His love endures forever. 

Natural disasters pale to His strength,

His love endures forever. 

Lord even over the President’s reign, 
His love endures forever.

We won’t find Him in shrines made by human hands,

His love endures forever. 

No, our hearts are the homes of the Spirit He sent,

His love endures forever. 

He is not dead; no, our God is ALIVE!

His love endures forever. 
Give thanks to the One who has given us life,

His love endures forever. 

Give thanks to the One who has numbered our days,

His love endures forever;

Who has, through one man, determined our race, 
His love endures forever. 

For the broken, oh the Lord is the one who restores,

His love endures forever. 

In Him we live, move, and have our being,

His love endures forever. 

Because I’m His child, fear no longer grips me,

His love endures forever.

The Prison of Anxiety 

I have battled with anxiety for offially 3 years. If I’m being honest with myself, probably my whole life. Anxiety looks different on everyone, but for me, it masquerades as perfectionism. Perfectionism is my prison. When I was younger, perfectionism drove me to be better. The only trigger toward panic would be others biting comments of “you think you’re so perfect.” Actually, I don’t; that’s the problem. Flaws grit at me like nails on a chalkboard. The trigger has only worsened with age. The trigger has led me to react harshly and critically toward the people closest to me. Sometimes it’s easier to avoid others just so that I don’t have to see their imperfections (but mostly so that they don’t see mine). So I isolate myself to avoid my social ineptitude. But the isolation is lonely, and makes the depressive part of anxiety so much worse. 

It’s a tough and seemingly endless battle. I cry that I hate going through it alone. But it’s my reclusive reaction, not others, that is making me do this alone.  

I’m so grateful of the blessed hope (eternal hope) that this is not going to last an eternity. I am thankful that I can cast my anxiety at the feet of Jesus, because he cares for me. I am glad that joy will come in the morning. 

My prayer is that the joy will come this side of Heaven. But until then, I think I finally recognize this battle belongs to the Lord. I just need to be faithful to him, and let him take care of the rest.

Good Grief 

After quite the busy summer, I realize that I fell off the blogger sphere. Maybe I will share some of my stories when I continue my Proverbs 31 journey. For now, I must take a step back, and bare my soul on the process of grief.

Once my life started to settle down a bit, the relationship loss hit me like a vengeance all over again.  What is wrong with me?! It’s been well over a year! Heck, it ended just as quickly as it began!  Why am I so distraught over this… still?! Luckily I have a wonderful counselor who can help me make sense of all this. Her answer? There is no rhyme or reason to grief. We just need to experience the changing emotions, and go through them. Yikes!  It can sometimes be paralyzing, but that’s normal.  It has no standard pattern for completion, other than the result of finally moving on – whenever that is.

The stages of grief are categorized as follows: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.  The way that someone moves through these stages, varies on the individual. Some might go straight to acceptance.  Others may cycle around the block a few times, and take an extended water break at one stage before continuing their journey. The important thing to know though, is that everyone has their own journey.  


Every number has a name. Every name has a story. Every story matters to God

Every number has a name.
56,405,766+ names belong to children that were only given names by their Creator – God. Their brief lives ended shortly after they were conceived. Only 2 people know the reason behind this decision: God, and 56,405,766+ names belonging to their mothers.

Every name has a story.
56,405,766+ women have a story. Now before a Pro Choice hater corrects me with stats on woman who have multiple abortions, I’m pretty sure that there have been 56,405,766+ women who faced unplanned pregnancies. Each of them have a story. All have a story behind a relationship that resulted in said pregnancy. Many have a story behind why they chose death for their child (this is the blunt reality), Many chose life. For those who chose life, there are stories of women who chose adoption for their unexpected child, and many who chose to raise their unexpected child. One thing that I know to be true. Unless you’re one of those 56,405,766+ women, you have no idea what races through their head when they face this unexpected news. You can say “well I would have…”. The fact remains, it was not a choice that you had to make. Such phrases may proclaim personal conviction (one that I also hold to), but please be careful…

Every name, and every story matters to God.
On this anniversary of the decision for Roe Vs Wade, my heart breaks for the 56,405,766+ abortions performed in this country since the court’s decision 42 years ago. But more than that, my heart breaks for the 56,405,766+ women whose stories are demonized by the criticism of opinionated, bigoted people who would’ve done things differently. There is a deeper story going on in the hearts of these 56,405,766+ women, stories that they may not even know yet. Stories that can only be written by God Himself. I just pray that these stories have an eternally happy ending, because these women matter to God. All 56,405,766+.

Since When has Anything Watered Down Ever Been Good?

I recently read a man’s article on his criticism of the church, blaming the people inside the four walls for the exodus of attendees. I will agree that there is no perfectly imperfect church. That’s probably because we’re made up of humans, and humans make mistakes all the time. So before I rip apart this young man’s blog, let me pause to really process my response as kindly as possible…
Though we are living in a seemingly post-Christian country, Christianity is still the fastest growing world religion. So some people of God are still obeying him in living out the great commission, leaving their comfy four walls to meet people where they are. So, no I don’t think my “side of the exodus sucks.” Should more Christ followers be doing this? Of course they should! Frankly, if they’re not doing so, they are disobeying God just like any other sinner.
The writer was spot on and his criticism of choosing religion over relationship. Christianity is all about relationship with the only living God. When we get distracted by our own Sunday morning preferences and personal experiences, we’re choosing Christianity the religion, but we’re missing the icing on the cake that the Holy Spirit is trying to feed us!
Christians are flawed too. The only difference is that we have the Holy Spirit to guide us into all truth (because there is only one absolute truth), so that we can be more like Jesus and less like the world. To be a Christian is to be sanctified – set apart. This means that as we’re growing in our walk we are shedding off the old sinful nature, and being renewed in Christ. So Christians really should look different. So what does this transformation look like? Paul described it this way:

The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God. But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. (‭Galatians‬ ‭5‬:‭19-25‬ NIV)

Sin is still sin. What was sin 2000 years ago is still sin today. There’s a penalty for that sin. It’s called death. Sometimes it leads to an unexpected physical death, but it always leads to spiritual death. The law of the land (and its amendments) will never change God’s law. Romans 3:10 says “there is none righteous, no not one.” That is why God the Son came to earth as a baby, living in the sin sick world that we live in today. He would empathize with us and later sacrifice his life for us. Luckily the story doesn’t end there. He rose again defeating death so that when we figuratively died to our sinful self, we could be alive in Christ. I’m so thankful for that part!
I’m so thankful for his grace that saved me! I’m so thankful that when I screw up, he’s right there waiting to pull me out of the pit! But do I keep sinning willfully just because I have grace? Absolutely not! That’s why the Holy Spirit gave me self-control with that fruit of the Spirit.
You see people focus so much on love while they ignore the self control part. Now I’m not going to condemn nonbelievers to hell; that is not love. But since the article was addressing people leaving the church, it is safe to say these people know that the lifestyle their choosing (whatever it is) is in contrast to scripture. If the believer is choosing the world over God, it is not judgmental to confront a brother or sister in Christ about known sin. Jesus expose the sin of the Pharisees and the non-religious. He just did it with the love of a parent who wants the best for their child.
Now, as a church we need to go to the hurting around us. We need to share the message with love, but we should never water it down to the point that it blends in with the rest of the world. After all, we’re called to be set apart.