It is difficult to put into words the experience you have when God drops you into another country and starts showing off. But those who know me well, know that this “word girl” will certainly give it her best shot – and attempt to do so with brevity. #lordhavemercy
I just returned from a week long Trades of Hope Vision Trip with 9 other Compassionate Entrepreneurs from around the country (and 2 staffers – love you, Julie and Mary Ann!) to the beautiful nation of Costa Rica. We partner worldwide with underprivileged artisans (and related ministries) by selling their beautiful handmade accessories and decor here in the states to empower them out of poverty.
It is specifically called a Vision Trip, because we are going to SEE with our own eyes: the need, the people, and the redemption. And as I met our artisans, toured the ministry sites, soaked in the beauty, and even connected with my fellow sisters, I began to observe a weaving theme of CONTRAST. It’s true everywhere, but I had the privilege of getting close to the brokenness and beauty of Costa Rica. Continue reading
In March of 2015, I learned through a dear friend about a missional business called Trades of Hope. It was started in 2010 by 2 mother/daughter pairs from Florida to empower women out of poverty and sex trafficking through a sustainable business model. A sister-army of Compassionate Entrepreneurs (best job title ever?) market and sell the beautiful handiwork (jewelry, scarves, bags, decor, gifts, etc.) of women from 16 countries around the world including the US.
I researched the organization in March, hosted my first party in April, signed up to be a Compassionate Entrepreneur at the beginning of May, and have been on fire ever since! Well at the end of January, I had the pleasure of flying to Daytona Beach, Florida to attend the annual retreat with 300+ other Compassionate Entrepreneurs. I learned, I cried, I laughed, I danced, I listened and I met new sisters from all over the country. Continue reading
Before we lived on the East Coast for eight years, I was a California girl for eleven. And yet during that initial residency in the Sunshine State, I was never much of a citrus person. Now that we are back, however, I’m all over the citrus. We even lived on Citrus Street at one point.
We’ve inherited a (sad) orange tree that I plan on not neglecting soon, friends with bags of lemons to give away, an intrastate gift of delicious grapefruits from my parents tree and a recent glut of limes from my favorite farm stand’s dollar table. With this overabundance of vibrant spheres of Vitamin C sourness (#overthetopeuphemisms), I have been forced to find ways to consume them.
Enter our friend, Vita-Mix. Continue reading