Saturday, December 31, 2011

2011- Another Chapter Ending of My Story

January 2011

Got a phone call from Curtis and Amanda where they asked me to move to Houston, Texas to become staff at the new church they were planning to plant in the fall.



February 2011


After seeking my California community, I made the difficult decision to uproot myself and move to Houston, Texas at the end of the summer.  I was officially a staff member at a church.  Weird.


March 2011


Traveled to Texas to attend a dinner that Curtis and Amanda hosted asking other friends and family to join their church that they just named Bayou City Fellowship.  That weekend we bought our website url, signed up for our twitter account, and prayed that people would say yes and join us!  It was such a sweet weekend of confirmation, excitement, and unknowns.  It was the first step towards actually building the church.

















April 2011

Started making my California Bucket List, wrote furiously for my capstone paper, and spent my last month attending graduate classes.

May 2011
  • Participated in a blog community that blogged everyday in the month of May.  Enjoyed the intellectual, philosophical, and fun community that emerged with complete strangers. 
  • I got Hood. I graduated, along with my best friend Becka, from graduate school.  We both became Master Divers and Master Lohman.  Thank you Union University for my Masters of Intercultural Studies.  






























June 2011

The goodbyes started.  I spent a lot of time at the beach soaking up my last summer as a Cali girl.

  • Beach Time. I love the beach.  I think I was supposed to be born here.  One last summer where the most beautiful beaches in the nation are in back yard. 
  • Surprise "Weekend" Trip to San Diego.  My best friend and Kim planned a surprise trip to San Diego for Jessica and I because we were both moving across the country.  The trip consisted of staying in a hotel downtown, riding bikes on Coronado, good food, kayaking in La Jolla, Dinner at a fancy restaurant, dancing and planking, lounging on the beach, and mexican food in Old Town.  It was soo much fun!
Beach Days of Summer.



Driving in our rented convertible down PC Highway 1
Nice Dinner with Sweet friends...
Me and my Bestie.  Love her.


Coronado Island.  
Ended our weekend with Old Town, San Diego


July 2011- The Month of Goodbyes

This month was eventful because I moved across the country.  So this might blow up my blog page.


  • The Perfect Day.  My best friend and her work bestie, Bru, and I went to Santa Barbara County for the day.  It was the most perfect day.   We enjoyed picnics, a breathtaking scenic drive, local food, the beautiful wine county, and joy of taking time to put our toes in the sand.

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  • I had my last shift at Starbucks.  I had over 20 people in my community come and say goodbye to me on my last shift.  I felt so loved.  And it was so much fun working with all those young students!
  • Becka through me a going away party.  And she presented me with an awesome book about my years in California.  Best present that I consider top treasures that I would grab in a fire.
  • I turned 28 and spent it in Las Vegas with several of my closest friends that could make it.  There was lots of crazy things that happened...But what happens in Vegas... stays in Vegas. Live-it-up late twenties!  However it did involve great poolside conversations, dancing, eating, and other fun shenanigans.





  • The Ladies of 611 Reunion Tour. he two ladies that are more like sisters to me and love me more than I deserve made the LONG road trip with me Texas.   We made a few stops along the way and lived-up some of the fun Texas stereotypes.
The Beginning of the End.
Made it to the Grand Canyon.  We had to drop off another "member" over the edge.

The Riverwalk!

We Remembered the Alamo.

A Day at the Lake.
We all bought cowboy boots and went dancing!

August 2011
  • Moved in the Wetherell's.  This basically means I got an upgrade in life with my living. 
  • Started working at my New Starbucks.
  • Settled into my new life in H-town.  
  • This was my lonliest month in Houston.
September 2011

  • Bayou City Fellowship was birthed on September 11, 2011.  We actually started a church and people came!
  • Found out I got to travel back to India in December with As Own. 






















 October 2011
  • This month nothing significant happened.  But I do remember feeling at home this month.  Thankful for all the investments of relationships that were finally paying off.




November 2012
  • Quit Starbucks and got hired at 1800 Plumber!  
  • We launched our first activities with our local partners at Pine Shadows Elementary and Gracewood.
  • I got to spend my first Thanksgiving with my family in like 6 years.

December 2012

  • I traveled to California to see one of my best friends/sisters get married.
  • Bayou City Fellowship fasted together as a church and we had our first public baptisms.
  • I traveled to India again with a team from Houston's First Baptist to see how BCF can partner with As Our Own Ministries.
  • I got to spend Christmas with my family.  Finally all three Divers' girls live in Texas again!





We made it to the end.  This post has made me so nostalgic and honestly just overwhelmed with the feeling of how blessed I am.  If I could coin one phrase to sum up this year it would be "A year of deep unbearable loss but sweet gain."  I started the year with no idea that I would uproot myself to Houston and I am ending feeling the love of a new family that I have found in Houston.  

God gave me the sweet opportunity to visit California and India this month of December.  Two places that have such a deep and precious place in my heart because they have shaped who I am today in my current season.  You can never gain seasons back, but you can look back at them with such intense love and gratitude that God loved you enough to give you such tangible richness in relationships, experiences, and growth.

2012, I don't know what you hold, but I can hear and sense the rustling in the wind.  God, I hope you breath on my sails with the wind of your Holy Spirit and you do more things for your kingdom in 2012 through me, your servant, than every before.  God here I am, giving you everything I have this year...use me. 

 Anticipating. Alert. Ready.  






Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tangilble Christmas Gifts of Redemption

Christmas in my older age has become a little bit tricky.  Between living states or countries away from the familial unit and being poor, my Christmases have been unpredictable at best.  My first two Christmases after college were spent in Delhi, India.  I cannot tell you how much you miss family when you are stationed far away and in a country that is still discovering how to celebrate Christmas. But what I gained during my time in India is the joy of truly celebrating Christmas through the story of Jesus' birth.  My two Christmases spent in India were not filled with many gifts, or lights, busy malls, or caroling.  Instead it was replaced with prayers for opportunity to share about the lowly birth of a King, his life of perfection, and his blood spilled for forgiveness.  The Christmas season became a season of sharing and trying to accurately live out to a people what Jesus is all about.

For this reason, my first Christmas home from afar was kind of a let down.  Don't get me wrong, it was AMAZING to be with the family again, but I really felt like we had missed the mark.  I remember longing for India and the joy of the season.  Somehow Christmas since returning from India has been lacking.  Which is because I haven't been as intentional in America to share His story as I was for those two years. 
But this year, I was blessed with a gift.  I had the opportunity to travel to India again this Christmas season and visit a few girls homes.  These girl all come from places of injustice (most trafficking)  where the powerful have preyed on the vulnerable. Because of God's grace however, they were rescued not only from physically harm, but have been rescued from death to life because of the birth of King.  I have never experienced such tangible redemption in my entire life- to have physcially seen the brothels where they were born and to see them set apart and placed in a place of dignity, safety, and restoration. Beutiful incarnational redemption was in the eyes of these girls.  All because of a birth.

On our last day with these girls, I got to actually be one of the many judges for their Christmas program.  I just about died with the amount of cuteness between their dancing, singing, and choreography. The live nativity scene and song they choreographed was probably the best in the world and brought my heart so much joy.  Immediately following the program the girls got their hearts desire- McDonald's was delivered.  Somewhere between the Christmas carols playing in the background, and the joy of sharing a meal with these girls, and witnessing their performances, I was all the sudden overcome with emotion and tears.  As I was surrounded by 35 tangible stories of redemption, all because of  a King, I found myself begging God in that moment to not let me forget this memory.  I begged him to keep it etched on my mind forever and that I would remember this exact feeling when I returned home to celebrate Christmas.  I kept thinking... This is Christmas. This is why we celebrate.  I didn't want the moment to end.

I pray that each Christmas as I get older, that Christmas is always culmination of celebration because of the story of Christ that I have been sharing all year long.  That many new people will be redeemed because God sent his son in flesh to dwell among his people to rescue them.  Christmas should be a season of rejoicing with the redeemed.

Merry Christmas everyone.  I pray you find joy in the fact that you are redeemed and given new life in Christ because of this baby boy's birth, death, and resurrection.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Privilege of the Harvest

This past Saturday and tomorrow are important days in the life of Bayou City Fellowship.  We as a church body have decided to lock arms with Gracewood Homes and Pine Shadows Elementary School.  Till death do us part, we are hoping to have a strong presence in these communities.  As much planning has been going into both of these partnership it wasn't until this week that we got to actually to DO ministry.

This past Saturday our church partcipated on only in our first outreach project ever, but it was our first time set boots on the ground at Gracewood Homes.  Tomorrow we have organized a teacher luncheon for the teachers and staff at Pine Shadows.  This is also the first time that we will have a presence on their campus.

These events mark the beginning of land/territory that God has stewarded to us to bring His kingdom.  My prayer tonight as I was making last minute preparations is that we would have the privilege of the harvest.  God gives us ministry, give us salvation, give us favor.  I am asking God for BIG faith to dream big things in these places and that he would do things we could never imagine!

It is exciting times and I am honored to mobilize people towards service in our city!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

God Wastes Nothing

Have you ever lived in a season of life where you lived under an umbrella of unrealistic spiritual  expectations? Me. Me. and Me.  It is important to note for me these "expectations" are self-imposed. In previous seasons, my spirituality could be understood as seasons of plently. I was able to prepare a feast and host in the most extravagant of places.  But today, right now, I don't even have a place to host and all I have to share is a few gimpy fish and a couple thin pieces of white bread. 

This is how I feel spiritually on most days--desiring to be in one and place and living day-to-day in another place.  Wishing that if phrases like spiritual disciples, and godliness, missional living, and uber-spritualness was in my outward vocabulary that somehow God would be more pleased.

But what I am most encouraged by is that "God wastes nothing."

God.
Wastes.
Nothing.


He uses every failure, every triumph, every conversation, every movement forward primarily for His glory but even more mysteriously for my sanctification.

Curtis, my pastor is teaching through 1 Peter this semester.  [side note: it has been awesome and meaty].  But in 1 Peter 2:4-5, he mentions the Old Testament practice of offering up sacrifices.

As you come to him, a living stone rejected by men but in the sight of God chosen and precious, you yourselves like living stones are being built up as a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.

I recently have been really encouraged by this concept of spiritual sacrifices.  I love that I can bring an extravagant meal or a just minuscule bread crumbs to the table and Christ somehow accepts it and makes it a pleasing aroma.  He doesn't waste it.  He uses intentionality, choices, relationships, as simple as they are, and receives them as beautiful worship, as spiritual sacrifice that puts off a sweet and pleasing aroma.  Our sacrifice translates as pleasing to the Creator of the Universe.

This translates in my life that I wish that I was running 5 miles everyday, that I was studying an hour in the Word daily, journaling, and interceding on behalf of my brothers and sisters both here and abroad, that I was dieting, that I was fasting for my current ministries and future ministries, that I was being a great housemate that always cleaned everything perfectly and made my bed every morning, and that I was investing perfectly in all my co-workers  Do you see what I mean by unrealistic expectations?   These are great places to strive for but I can't expect to get there overnight.  I need to give myself double doses of grace to get there over time. 

But when I remember that God just wants what we have to offer, in that moment,  it gives this tangibility and practicality in my life.  So instead I am working on giving God one mile of running so that I get to five, or start with one verse in Scripture that gets me in the door, or utilizing my time in the car to Worship, etc... If I give God what I have for that day for that moment then I give it as a spiritual sacrifice and trust that God will see it as worship and use it.

It takes the mundane physical things of this world and somehow transcends them to the spiritual places.  So today, I choose to offer spiritual sacrifices to the Lord.  Even if they feel pathetic and not worthy of a Holy and perfect God...trusting that He wastes nothing

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

November Blog Fest Texas Style

Five months ago, you were subjected to my daily blogging in Everyday May.  As much as I loved the writing experience, I enjoyed the community the emerged even more.  I am a slight intellectual nerd and I love to go deep in conversation and sometime maybe even a little philosophical.  So the conversations through twitter and writing and the couple of times we met in person created this beautiful community.  It seriously might go down as one of the highlights of my 2011.

So, here we are again, with the same challenge-- different name.  The kind of crazy thing is that it has exploded and there are several dozen of individuals joining the challenge to blog in November.  I guess it really is true that we all need to write- there is something deeply spiritual about it.

The community junkie that I am, is a little bit sad that I am joining on from so far away.  I freaking love all these Californians that are writing, but I am equally excited because several people in my Texas community have joined the madness!

This month I will be writing everyday but I will not be "blogging" everyday. However, I will be publishing my post in my journal here in Texas.  I love journaling and it a way that I process things with the Lord, and saly it has dissapeared over the years. And quite frankly in this season of my life, I think I need to be devoting my thoughts that are raw and unedited for just me and God and not the world wide web.  So please keep asking me how journaling is going.  And maybe some of my time with God will produce some good material this month for blogging as well.

If you want to join in or follow all the shenanigans then go to this link: http://simplebutsignificant.com/november-blogfest/ 

Thursday, September 29, 2011

On Becoming A Mother

Just to clear the air.  I am not pregnant. That is not my dark corner (see previous post).  And the only children that I have are spiritual and they are scattered around the world- mostly in India.  But in January, when Curtis Jones asked me to uproot myself and move to Houston, I became pregnant with a new vision.  A vision to mobilize, send, and equip people to be on mission in both my new city of Houston and the world through Bayou City Fellowship.

While living in California and walking in the "land of in-between" I had lots of time to think about what this vision, this new job, this new city, this new community could/would be/become.  I wondered why I was fit to be the one to carry and raise up this vision.  But I guess no one feels ready to be a mom, right?  I wondered if I would like it, if I would be any good at it, or if I would even be a good carrier of this vision.  

But God has given this baby to me.

My first thought is... God is just plain crazy.
Then His Spirit reminds me, He's sovereign and He uses the idiots of the world to accomplish His will.
My second thought is... that there is someone more competent or better equipped.
Then His Spirit reminds me, that my life's journey is a testimony of preparation for this moment.
My last thought is... Lord you have to give me favor, use all of me, let me be significant.
Then His Spirit reminds me, He will be faithful because He is jealous for His fame and His glory.

You would think peace is what should follow but no, mostly just fear.  
The type of fear that is good.
That keeps you making good/wise chooses. That pushes you towards significance.
But also the kind that if you let it, it will cripple you and paralyze you.

Then it finally happened.  I moved, uprooted, relocated and...

I became a mother. 
(Holy Crap!)

Fast forward to August, I finally got to meet "Bayou City Fellowship" meaning the core group of people that had been faithfully meeting to help build this church.  My first feeling was intimidation.  And my first thoughts were..."these people are awesome, how can I lead them?!"  And for the past couple of months, I have been living in this land of intimidation. A lot fearful and a lot scared. And a lot of having no no idea what I am doing. I imagine it's similar to the feelings parents experience when they hold their baby in their hands for the first time and realize you are primarily responsible for them.  With God's help of course, but definitely your responsibility.   


But this week, I was reminded that leaders lead people through their own fear and it's okay. Donald Miller wrote a blog post sharing his thoughts on leadership.  (you need to click this link...it's worth the 3 minutes it will take you to read it.)  

These are a few quotes that I loved in the article...

"...sometimes leading just means being out front, going to the places very few people are willing to go. But the cool thing about leaders is they show the rest of us that the path is scary but ultimately safe."

 " If you’re a leader, just know you’re supposed to be a little afraid. And you’re supposed to be taking some people with you. And nobody can actually kill you in this thing. All they can do is yell boo. Be brave."


So friends, God gave me a baby or rather a vision and a space to lead others to be missional. And I am the good kind of terrified.  I will probably make mistakes and I have a lot of learning to do, but I have never loved something more.  

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Movement

At the core of who God created me to be, I am a mobilizer. I love to come alongside people and help them move one step forward.  I have a reputation in ministry for my encouraging yet challenging tone to those God has given me stewardship.  There have been seasons in life where experiences or people have mobilized me and caused my previously stagnant life to be filled with fluid movement that rewarded me with great joy, purpose, and significance.  This joy layered with God's faithfulness has caused me to long for movement in my own life.  And even more so, it has produced in me a desire to mobilize others and to see supernatural movement in other's lives.

But what happens when I (Alicia) become immobile?

Satan has this clever and unique ability to take the God-given gems that he has given us and distort them to use against us.  Because I am a mobilizer, Satan can have victory in my life by making me paralyzed.  Paralyzed to move. And my honesty will share with you that I am in a current season of paralysis.  

Yesterday, I was having lunch with my pastor's wife and through our conversation I realized how clearly  Satan had been accusing me of so many things in my personal life that were the root of my current paralysis.  He has accused me of so many things from laziness, to ugliness, to  lack of spiritual maturity, to convincing me that I am the last person on the planet that is equipped for my job at Bayou City Fellowship. It wasn't until sharing all the things that I was struggling with that this theme of accusation became so clear.  And that my feelings of lack of worth and position in Christ was less about me and more about Satan's accusations against me.  Satan has been working over-time in his accusations towards me and sadly I have believed every single accusation. The result has been paralysis and stagnancy. He's sooo very clever. If he can paralyze me, then I am noneffective and not living in truth.  Yet, the TRUTH  is that Christ purchased with His own blood,  all of my sin and shame and He accuses me of nothing!

Yesterday evening, I also had the joy of sitting with a new sister Crista, and share my entire life story and all my dark corners and all the accusations that Satan has been holding over me. There is such freedom in Truth and bringing light to dark corners.There is freedom in accountability and letting people know you.  Today, I feel so much freedom.  I feel movement and fluid leaking back in my bones. I feel joy and purpose returning.  And I am un-threatened by the accusations, even today, that Satan has thrown in my direction. Victory.

There is no more freedom and joy than what we can find in the gospel (life, death, burial, and resurrection) of Jesus Christ.  He paid it all.

What are the God-given gifts or things in your life that Satan has distorted to use against you?  I pray that you can find truth in Victory today.

Thursday, September 08, 2011

I am ready to meet Her.

This Sunday is the big day.
The day that Bayou City Fellowship opens it's door to the city of Houston for the first time.
I couldn't be MORE excited.

I can't wait to meet our church.
We have been talking and preparing, and flirting with the idea of Her for so long.
But on Sunday, the Blind date expectations will be over.
We will get to meet our church finally.
She will be beautiful.

We will get to know what She looks like.
Who She will attract.
What She can accomplish around the globe and in our city.
Whose lives She will transform.
What She will be most passionate about.

But more importantly, I am ready to get my hands dirty.
I am ready to grow in love with Her more than I already do.
I am ready to serve Her.
I am ready to give my life to Her.

Bayou City Fellowship, I can't wait to meet you!
I know you won't disappoint!

Thursday, September 01, 2011

Impressions as of late

I can't believe that I have lived in Houston for over a month now.  I know many people have been asking for an update or wanting to know how life has been in my new city and in my new role as a church planter.  Life honestly is normal and not flashy.  I am adjusting to living alone, eating lots of meals in different people's homes, serving lots of coffee, and navigating my new city with my GPS in hand.  I am this sick human in the fact that I see my adjustment as very academic and can predict my own stages of culture shock.  I had kind of a rough lonely week at about week 3, but knew it was about that time of my adjustment and that it should happen and that it would pass. However, these are some impressions or thoughts that I have had along the way.

1. Living with Andy and Corey is like taking a class in home ec and wood shop 101.  They make quite the pair.    Andy is quite the handy man (saws, air guns, routers, and work benches) and Corey is quite creative crafty (glue, paint, stain, signs, and the perfect eye).  Their weekends home have been spent building tables and signs for the opening of our church.  They let me help out and it makes me dig deep into my creative side.  I am still loving living with them on the weekends, they are one of my biggest blessings.

2. I find myself on my new churches website ALL THE TIME.  I am obsessed with seeing fruit of something tangible of what God is doing and somehow I just keep ending up there.  There seems to be something new added everyday.  Today we got a link for online giving!  

3. The men at my church have made an impression on me.  It has been awesome to see so many men who are loving their wives, parenting, established in their careers, and helping build the church.  No bans here. 
4. I have had the joy of hearing different families stories of how God called them to plant Bayou City Fellowship. It has been beautiful to see a God who is on the move, rearranging lives, and moving people towards mission.

5. I have never been so honored to serve under a pastor who understands missional living and will be relentless to teach it from the pulpit.  

6. Our church has not had to raise any money thus far for our church plant.  How crazy is that?!  Another handprint of God's faithfulness.

7. I have visibly seen the body of Christ working together to be the Church.  It takes a lot of amazing gifts and talents both spiritual and tentmaking.  It has been awesome to see each person contribute their piece to the puzzle that is building this church... from budgets, to coding websites, to leading worship, to becoming a business, to everything.  The body working together is beautiful and I have a tangible lived out example that it will forever mark this season of life for me.

8. I haven't  been excited about ministry and what God can do through the Church in my entire life.  I am excited for the days to come.

9.  Starbucks for some reason decided to tell me I would get full-time hours, but in fact has been only giving me 20.  So I am kind of in a pickle.  Trying to see about transferring, but don't want to.  So we shall see.

10.  I am kind of bored these days.  I should probably be busier, but life is just simple right now.  No school classes or homework, no trips to San Francisco, a very small but growing community, and trying to manage my time that is free for something productive.  I fight lazyness and the heat.  


Friday, August 26, 2011

Hope

Today, I got the privilege of visiting my good friend Michael. Michael and I are education buddies. I started attending the same private Christian school as him in third grade and he was one of the 13 people I graduated high school with. And it turns out, that my encouragement for him to come visit Dallas Baptist University our freshmen year was the reason he eventually transferred in our sophomore year. He became a good friend during our college years and a friendship that I knew would last for awhile.

For the past several years, he has been battling Leukemia. He started another round of chemotherapy this morning and will have a bone marrow transplant soon. It's amazing how life can always turn out differently than you expect. But it's always encouraging to see people of God take the difficulties that life throws them and take it with grace, humility, and hope. This is what he wrote about Hope yesterday, the day before he starts another round of chemo.

Hope

Hope has a good memory, but he knows what is worth focusing on.

Hope thinks bad things are causes and good things are effects.

Hope understands Faith better than anyone.

Probability and Statistics are jealous of Hope because he knows more than they do.

Hope lives on the same street as Fear and Anger, but he can shut them up when they throw loud parties.

Hope likes nothing better than winding up Thankfulness and letting him rant.

Hope is hardier than a cockroach and has a longer shelf-life than a Twinkie. He can come back to life, even when you think he is dead.

Hope seems dull in the sun, but he shines in the shadows.

When Hope breaks wind, he owns up and moves on.

Hope knows how to laugh at himself.

Hope cares about the body, but his real business is with the soul.

Hope has many faces. He looks like you and me when we pray for and encourage others. He always looks a little like Christ.

When Hope gets down, he leans on Love and Trust.

Hope is a little taller than Suffering.



Thursday, August 25, 2011

Yes. Please.


It's official, I am going to INDIA in December.
I get to be reunited with one of my deepest loves.

This time, I get the opportunity to see the work and ministry of As Our Own.
My pastor Curtis and his wife Amanda are board members of this awesome ministry.
My new church, Bayou City Fellowship, will be partnering with this organization and I get the privilege of putting boots on the ground. So really, my trip in December will be primarily a vision trip to see how our church can specifically partner with this organization.

As Our Own is a Christ-based, community-driven movement in India that rescues vulnerable children from certain enslavement and exploitation, caring for them as our own.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The following poem is used as a philosophical guide to those working on Christian Community Development.

Go to the people
Live among them
Learn from them
Love them
Start with what they know
Build on what they have:
But of the best leaders When their task is done
The people will remark "We have done it ourselves."


http://www.ccda.org/philosophy

Monday, August 08, 2011

Life as a Houstonian

I have been in Houston for two weeks officially. And all I have to say is that I got THE hook-up. I can in full truth say that I love Houston. Even the triple digit temperatures and incredibly awful humidity have not clouded my judgement of how great it is to be in Houston. I feel as though I have received an upgrade in life.

For some reason, my previous impression of Houston was a "concrete humid hell hole." But to my great surprise it is actually quite beautiful. One thing that I love about Houston is the awesome tall trees that line the streets, fill neighborhoods, and frame backyards. The houses are brick and have a lot of character. It is also so very international. The nations are HERE! I have never lived in a city where I have heard so many languages and seen so many colors of skin. This place makes my internationals heart oh so very happy!

I also absolutely love Andy, Corey, and Whittaker (2yr old stud). They are the hospitable and generous people that I moved in with. They live in an awesome part of Houston that I honestly love. It is a great location in the city and it's beautiful. Corey is also a fantastic interior designer and their/my house looks like Anthropologie on the inside, maybe even better. Their house is sooo cute and relaxing and also a great house for entertaining. More importantly, I have just already fallen in love with this family. I think they are awesome and thankful that God has allowed our lives to intersect in this season of my life.

I have worked one full week at my new Starbucks. I am also blessed in the Starbucks that God placed me. It is the epitome of how a Starbucks was originally created. It is located in a very affluent neighborhood. Basically all of the customers are "regulars" and they all considered it "their" Starbucks. I got introduced to key "regulars". It is almost as if new partners are like new family members. My new Starbucks is just a cafe with no drive-thru. So the pace is slow in comparison. It's weird to have time to connect with customers and at times can be a little boring. The manager is great and my staff is very multi-cultural. The only negative thing is that I am not sure I will get full-time hours and I got $1 less an hour when I transferred. But I can't help but acknowledge God's providence in placing me here.

I have had two weeks of meeting with the core group of people that are helping to build Bayou City Fellowship. I will be honest and say that my first week meeting them a feeling of intimidation came over me. It was the good, healthy kind. I can't believe that God has given me a position to lead and love people towards mission. These families look like they have a lot to teach me. I still feel a little lost and am learning people's names, but it is exciting to think of what God might do with these people. I am excited to get our hands dirty.

It is honestly just great to be back in Texas. It's nice to see stores, grocery stores, and places that are just apart of my roots. My mom was even able to drive to Houston and spend the night with me. I miss California and my best friends something fierce. But I have also seen God's hand-print all over my steps and the situations I find myself in. So I can't help but get excited to see what He has in store for me and His kingdom in this next season.

I would still appreciate your prayers. Two things that I am praying for and asking prayer for is vision and wisdom.

Monday, July 04, 2011

The Perfect Day





















...The saddest thing about life is you don't remember half of it. You don't remember half of half of it. Not even a tiny percentage, if you want to know the truth. I have this friend Bob who writes down everything he remembers. If he remembers dropping an ice cream cone on his lap when he was seven, he writes it down. The last time I talked to Bob, he had written more than 500 pages of memories. He's the only guy I know who remembers his life. He said he captures memories, because if he forgets them it's as though they didn't happen; it's as though he hadn't lived the parts he doesn't remember.... Bob and God will probably talk for days. Page 1 of "A Million Miles in A Thousand Years" by Donald Miller.
Yesterday was one of those days that if I had a journal of memories, like Bob's, I would want to capture every memory, every moment, that was strung together to create this perfect day. There are no words to describe the beauty of this day. We were hedonists taking in the beauty of the creation that the Perfect Creator left as a gift for His created. And in partaking of such a feast, we enjoyed the fat of the land and I felt more alive than I have felt in too long.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Housing in Houston



I have had a lot of people recently ask me about my housing situation in Houston.

After visiting Texas in March, I felt strongly that I was suppose to live with a family when I moved to Houston.

This conclusion is based mostly on my current financial situation. Losing a job and collecting on unemployment this past year doesn't exactly make a recipe for making bank. Because I have been traveling the country for the past 6 years, I own nothing. I MEAN NOTHING. So signing a lease, making down payments, buying furniture, finding a location, and roommates, were just several things that seemed less than ideal for my situation. I have also recently come out of credit card debt (yes!) and I really need to start making some moves towards financial freedom. I would also like to work towards one of those things called...oh yes... a savings account. I am in my late twenties and I don't see a joint income coming anytime soon. So really living with a family just seemed like a wise financial move.

So within the next month, to my pure surprise, I got an email from a family offering me a room and a place to live! It was such a beautiful sign of God's provision. And it was such an answer to prayer! I love how God impresses things on our hearts for a reason.

All this to say, I will be living with Corey and Andy and their 2 year old son and chocolate lab. They are a couple that is helping build our church plant and I also went to college and church with this lovely couple. The funny thing is we weren't really friends. I found this picture of us in Honduras. Is is sad that I didn't even know we went to Honduras together?! They were the "cool kids" back then and I was shy and insecure and not so cool kid. Oh how we all change!

So anyways, life will be really different for me in a short month as I leave the independence of my own home and take a new journey of literally living in community with another family! I feel like this is backwards. Most people my age would be established, have their own place, and maybe at least own a bed. God's faithful provision is a little counter cultural but I am thankful I get to be under his umbrella of provision as I seek Him.


*There are actually 4 people from our church plant in this picture in Honduras! You never know how God brings people and relationships back together!

Wednesday, June 29, 2011



I want to pick a fight with California.
But unfortunately these days she is more lovely than ever.
It's always easier to leave a place you hate.
But thankful this place holds more meaning and love than my little Alicia heart can contain.



I recently have had the joy of enjoying the ROI of my close to four years of my Cali residency. I have been filling my time with lots of coffee dates, shared meals, and just soaking in random spontaneous moments with my roommates.

This has also made me incredibly bi-polar. I find myself having really awesome highs followed by really low lows. So you might see me laughing till my belly aches followed by my mascara-ridden cheeks. The truth is I have awesome friends. People that genuinely love me and people I am honored to know and to be a part of my story, and that have given meaning to my life here. It is my community that makes leaving so painful.


I am working hard to preserve memories but also to create new memories.

In the next three weeks I have a lot to look forward to because I have lots of people that love me!

1. Turning my house into a dance floor that will involve heels, red lipstick, hair down, and some major swag.
2. A trip to Santa Barbara with my roommate and her work bestie Bru. Bru has told us to just bring cash and a book. He has something up his sleeve.
3. Last everyday may gathering that will involve witty banter, BBQ, and hopefully some good ol' laughs.
4. Becka and Kim have planned a surprise destination overnight excursion next week. They have been planning for days quite sneakily.
5. My going away party that Becka has also been working on some crazy thoughtful project to bless me.
6. A two-day birthday excursion in Las Vegas with 7 of my best friends.
7. A 10 day road trip with the ladies of 611 to Vegas, Grand Canyon, San Antonio, and Houston for our last hoorah together.



These next few weeks literally might be the funnest and most blessed days of my life. I am one loved girl and my love tank these days is gushing with love.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Celebrating from Afar

Yesterday, my new church had their first (of many) baptisms.
This is something I will never stop getting excited about.

This was captured by the beautiful Melissa Fitzpatrick.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A Resource for Reluctant Brilliance Question #3

Q: How do you propose Christians should choose a church? We hear a lot that music is bad, speaking is bad etc, and therefore, I do not choose said church. Are we always led to great churches (Houston) or do we pick? *Disclaimer: I chuckled to myself that you asked me a question regarding church. I have wrestled with the idea of church and this exact question for so many years. So I am by no means an expert, but rather someone that is answering this out of my own journey to find an answer to this same question.

A: The first place I would start is to develop a working biblical ecclesiology. Ecclesiology is the term used in theology that is devoted to the study of the church. Developing a biblical ecclesiology will serve as a road map for understanding what a Biblical church should or should not look like.

Thankfully, before Jesus left, he gave us a few clues of what His people, the church, were supposed to be about.

Before Jesus ascends into heaven, he begins to prescribe the next step to His followers. He knew, without a doubt, that his disciples would be lost without Him. So he did what any good parent does before they leave. He wrote instructions CLEARLY so that they would know what to do.

  • We find Jesus in the gospels telling his disciples, “I will build my Church.”
  • We also find Jesus giving his people a mandate right before he ascends into heaven…
“All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you.” Matthew 28:18-20.

  • Then in Acts 1:8 (which is also the thesis statement of the entire book of Acts), there is another bullet point of direction.

“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.

  • Then after Jesus’ ascension, while the disciples were waiting for the next step, the Holy Spirit makes his presence clear through some crazy tongues of fire and understanding of different languages. Shortly following, thousands of people are saved because the disciples spoke through the power of the Holy Spirit and essentially Christianity and the church is birthed.
  • In the beginning of Acts, all we know is that Jesus gave His people the Holy Spirit and a mandate to not keep the message of salvation to themselves (Jews) but to share it with the world (Gentiles). And the book of Acts is the documentation of how the spread of Christianity and how the church expanded.

Throughout the books of Acts, we see the people of God gathering together. They are organizing themselves for the purpose spreading the gospel. There are secondary things that happen such as worship, fellowship, and teaching, but the primary purpose is to share the Good News to the ends of the earth. We see persecution and disagreement as a catalyst for sending people to the ends of the earth. The church was sent out. It’s primary purpose has always been outward, never inward.

Mark Driscoll gives this definition of the Church in his Book “Doctrine”.

  • The local church is a community of regenerated believers who confess Jesus Christ as Lord. In obedience to Scripture they organize under qualified leadership, gather regularly for preaching and worship, observe the biblical sacraments of baptism and Communion, are unified by the Spirit, and are disciplined for holiness, and scatter to fulfill the Great Commandments and the Great Commission as missionaries to the world for God’s glory and their joy.

Each of these bolded phrases are different characteristics or principles of the church. It is important to make this distinction between principle and method. These principles are timeless, Biblical, and evident across cultures. These principles provide context or an ecclesiology for evaluating churches. I would suggest that you turn these bolded phrases into a credential “checklist” for finding a church. These bolded statements are also 8 different blog posts, so I won’t elaborate on them.

These principles manifest themselves differently depending on the culture and context in which they exist. Methods include things such as music preference, a pastor’s specific preaching style, or even the trendiness of the building. Methods unfortunately are usually the primary things that people base their decision of where to attend or where not to attend. Somehow as believers, we have become consumers and base our decisions on what a church can do for us personally (inward focus).

The Alicia summary of all of this is…

The purpose of the church is to be a sent people (outward focus) to a world that desperately needs to hear the gospel. It should be the training ground for people to learn how to share their faith, to disciple those they lead to Christ, and to encourage those to do the same thing (evangelize, disciple, send out). Then there is beauty in the fellowship of saints and worshipping with like-minded individuals. We soak up Scripture because it is our guide and our fuel to keep us going. When these things are central then somehow methods become less important. So as you pick a church, find out if they have a global purpose. How well do they disciple? Are new people coming to Christ? Are people being sent out?

I think that choosing a church can be one of the biggest challenges that we face. I speak from personal experience and a lot of wrestling with the dissatisfaction of my church experiences. But typically this is because I was looking for a church that met my needs, when really I should be looking for a church that needs me to contribute something. Maybe there are times we choose a church because their greatest weakness (and sometimes our biggest frustration) is the exact strength you have. And the reason why you choose to be at a church is because they need a catalyst for change. You might be that catalyst. Choose to serve where you can be poured out and add value to the body of Christ.

The times where I have been most content in my church were the times that I was serving and contributing to the body of Christ. It is a lot harder to complain or be dissatisfied when you are doing ministry and have your hands dirty with service. So maybe the best thing you can do to be apart of a church is to serve her.

I find church to be so very important. It is sad to see so few people really committed to a local body. The church is the war room. I think moving across the country to be a part of a church is kind of the exception, but whatever we do, we need to give our lives to the local church. We will be missing out on one of the greatest institutions that God blessed on this earth. So if you struggle with being committed to your church ask why. Maybe it’s because we aren’t apart of the real purpose of evangelizing, discipling, and sending out. Once we start to be about the original purpose and intent of the church, we might find ourselves needing the local church in new ways. It stops becoming a place that meets our personal needs but becomes the fuel that flames the fire.

What are things that you consider when choosing a church?