There’s Nothing More Beautiful Than…
It takes just seeing and believing.
You are seen, Beautiful!
It’s time to receive and just be.
You are so beautiful…
Until next time…
It takes just seeing and believing.
You are seen, Beautiful!
It’s time to receive and just be.
You are so beautiful…
Until next time…
Many of you have asked why and how I organized and developed the qualifying criteria for the board of directors of Blameless, my charitable nonprofit 501(c)(3) corporation. Besides a calling, we may not always understand the ways of our Lord.
I sure didn’t understand the big picture seven years ago why, being a chaplain, the Lord was asking me to work with the youth ministry at Bridgeway Christian Church along with pursuing my degrees. Thankfully I was obedient working with FUEL.
While working with the sophomore girls, I met this beautiful beloved whom I bonded to instantly named Miss Chloe Long. She had just come back to youth group that evening after a long absence. The Lord asked me to pull her aside and see if she would share her story with me. We connected.
Precious Chloe and I get each other. We are mirror images. We’re embracing our imperfections and painful journeys as something that God has allowed in order to awaken and arouse the beautiful beloveds we are underneath all the layers of heartache and projected images. We’re no longer bound by this power controlling our lives, telling us we have to look, act or be a certain way in order to be seen, belong, loved and accepted.
We are prayerfully living and practicing each day recognizing that we do not have to conform or perform to others’ expectations in order to be loved. Accepting we will make mistakes as no one is perfect, we are walking out our faith and lives acknowledging the royal blood running through our veins as we are God’s treasured daughters that He loves and even designed in His likeness.
Oh, if we all would only quit running from our imperfections and embrace our uniqueness!
We’re choosing to embrace and celebrate who we are. We refuse to waste another precious minute going through life feeling like we’re all alone in our messes and that we rebuke the lies of the enemy telling us we don’t belong or are not good enough.
We believe you’re strong, authentic and courageous if you step out and share your life with others; that creates intimacy we all crave. Through every word shared and tear shed, you’re relinquishing the power it has over you and you’re helping others to do so also. Fear locks us in from the inside. You’re only weak if you hide behind your veils of shame and stay shackled to your thoughts in your cells of hell. We are loved just the way we are.
Be encouraged by reading Chloe’s unedited testimony and biography for Blameless. Be drawn into her rawness, her candor and transparency. You will see why this petite powerhouse is a valuable asset and integral force for Blameless and Forever Free Ministries and why she holds the officer position of secretary for the board of directors.
Her heart is not in serving for her own glory and magnification. She is a board member and team member because she’s advocating for the lives of precious children and the youth while running after God’s own heart. She wants to share what Jesus has done for her personally in order to help and build others up!
Chloe’s life and testimony is proof how God is constantly working behind the scenes preparing the way for our future challenges and life’s blessings.
When certain scenes of our stories are painful, our faith encourages us to walk with God through this frame knowing it’s just a part of a bigger picture ahead. Every day is but one frame of a million frames revealing a grander picture. This leading enables us to walk in power and freedom that could never have been imagined or realized. God is indeed omniscient.
Meet Miss Chloe Long…
Hello there! My name is Chloe Long and I am 21 years old. I am a lover of cats, pizza, movies, books, and most of all, helping others.
Now if you quickly scroll right now, you’re probably going to sigh and say this is too much to read and believe me I feel the same! Hahaha. So in a nutshell here’s my story: Lived in a Christian household but didn’t understand or recognize what God’s love meant for me till I was in my mid teens. God has helped me overcome anorexia, body dysmorphia, depression, anxiety, getting out of an abusive relationship, and is currently helping me with my family situation. He has helped me through speaking to me through mentors I’ve had over the years, including the wonderful Miss Tammy, friends, and even therapists, which inspired me to one day become a Child Psychologist, to be the help I need when I was younger. I have learned that God works on his own time and that makes me frustrated at times (a lot of the time actually), but I know it’s good thing because His way is always better than any other way I could possibly imagine. The Bible verse Isaiah 61:1-2 “The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God,to comfort all who mourn,” has been placed on my heart to be a kind person to everyone no matter their status, race, beliefs, sexual orientation/gender identity, etc. and with it has brought me all of the various careers I have at this moment starting as a secretary for Blameless, a youth counselor at a foster home, a behavior technician for an ABA therapy company (helping children who have autism), and being a child care provider. I have a heart to help others and feel especially drawn towards youth and I can’t wait to see where God will take me next.
Now if that intrigued you to read a more in-depth testimony, keep reading. If you’re done, well let me just say that I welcome ya to our organization and hope that you’ll feel as drawn to helping others as we do!
Although I may be a very young woman in my 20s, it feels as though I’ve lived a very long life with everything God has done to bring me on this path of being called to help others.
I’ll admit that I have lived a very privileged life by being raised in a middle class suburb and never having to face any economic hardships of my own, so when I say that “growing up was tough,” I’m not considering the obvious privileges that I had. I say it because the unconditional love that’s needed in fulfilling healthy family relationships was lacking in my household.
Since my parents were considerably older than the parents of my friends, they raised me with lessons from when they were young, which brought up a bit of outdated values. A main one that unfortunately brought some damage onto me was that I (a young female) was put here to satisfy a man and that I would not be valued unless a man was by my side. I looked at myself and thought that I was worthless unless I had someone. It didn’t help that I was encouraged to lose weight since that would make me more desirable. A dark era occurred where I would try not to eat (purge if I did), eventually become so depressed that I would stay in bed for days, and never stop comparing myself to others; I was only 13. I eventually gained a boyfriend, but nothing good came of it. I was introduced to a whole new world of sexual gratification, but I knew deep down I wasn’t ready and I wasn’t comfortable with it either.
When I was sexually assaulted, that’s when thoughts of “this is what you deserve… this is your future…” plagued my mind and I felt trapped. It went on for three years because I was desperate to be valued; I thought this was my only option. My anorexia worsened and it got to a point that after my 15th birthday, I landed in the hospital because my organs were shutting down and I also had a pregnancy scare; not ideal for your 15th birthday I might add. It was there in that hospital bed, with an IV in both arms, that I started crying and wondering why did things get this far and feeling absolutely devastated that no matter how much I would message my boyfriend (at that time), he never once responded to me being in the hospital. I was furious, sorrowful, and numb all at once and I asked God why.
I remember eventually getting a gut feeling saying that now is the time to start over and that it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t really know if God was truly real or not before then, but after that feeling, I knew what my new answer would be.
I was raised in a Christian household but I didn’t know what that meant till I was older, even after my hospital experience. I never knew that God loved me just the way I was until I was in my adolescence, despite going to church all of my life. It made me realize that saying you’re a Christian and living like a Christian were two very different things. After my time in the hospital, the more I went to youth groups, summer camps, and other fellowship activities, the more I was able to experience unconditional love. I thought recommitting to God every chance I could would keep my bases covered and that now that I no longer feel depressed or actually feel comfortable eating, nothing could go wrong, right?
A dear friend of mine started cutting herself about a few months after I was better (note how I did not say healed; I believe God is STILL healing me even though it’s been 5+ years. Everyday is a battle). I immediately thought to myself about the miracle healings Jesus had done in the Bible, so I called up the prayer team at my church and scheduled a meeting after my youth group ended so I could bring my friend and that she would be healed radically. I prayed everyday until then because I thought that THAT would do the trick. I brought her in, some people prayed over her, and presto! Nothing changed. Instead I felt embarrassed and angry that nothing had happened. Though it did not happen immediately, this experience humbled me into realizing and remembering that God works on his own time and no matter how much I could hope or pray, nothing can change God’s plan. What did happen however was a bitter season which included me falling out of the church and falling back into my depression. I knew I needed help.
I eventually headed into therapy, thanks to my father and his access to healthcare. My mother adamantly told me that mental illnesses don’t exist and that if I was actively experiencing something of that nature that it’s my fault and it’s because I wasn’t close enough to God. Despite my mother’s comments, I knew this was the right thing to do. Therapy definitely helped me. It helped me understand that it was okay to be angry sometimes, that it was okay to cry it all out, that it was okay to not be perfect or in my case to not fit into my mother’s standards.
About a year later I stopped going into therapy because I thought I was okay and could fight my own battles. Boy oh boy was I wrong. What ultimately kept destroying me was this lesson about understanding that God knows better than I do. That his time and plans for me often look quite differently from mine. Through my abusive relationship, through my eating disorder, through my dear friend’s experience, through those that God had called to come home with Him and pass away from this planet, and through my newest challenge of living with an alcoholic brother who physically assaulted me and my parents who have become increasingly distant from the church, God knows what he’s doing even though some days I really question if He does.
This has brought me back to therapy and has humbled me yet again. It’s okay to ask for help and I am proud to call myself a mess. I am a work in progress, I am loved, and I am called to love others.
Through it all, I have come to understand that putting my complete faith and trust in God will not result in a walk in the park, more often than not a very bumpy ride, but still having the comfort that I’m not alone and that God still manages to answer our prayers gives me the courage to keep hanging on. Maybe it might not be in the way that we want, but God does hear and does answer.
Until next time…
For all of my amazing homeless beloveds I call family! I started Blameless and Forever Free Ministries “A Beautiful You” event to engage with you while pouring out love through food and the instruction flowing from the Word of God. After all, that’s what my nonprofit organization stands for, being God’s hands and feet because I have personally encountered and witnessed how His Great Love Changes Everything!
As I preached rather fervently a few weeks ago, Blameless was organized so you could see for yourself what God can do. Up until this point, you’ve seen what only you can do. John 1:39 tells us “to come and see.” And since God is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us (Ephesians 3:20), it’s time to claim His promises.
So… I love you more than you will ever imagine. But it’s time you guys remove your veils of shame, own up to your own bad behaviors and decisions, and take a leap of faith to see what all God can and will do. There are many excuses being made which I am now holding you accountable for.
Carl’s Jr. is hiring on Douglas and Sierra College Blvd. You are allowed to have felonies on your record. All shifts are available, along with job titles of cashier and cook. I personally spoke with the assistant manager and he gave me applications. I will have them Wednesday for you, but hopefully you’ll move on your own accord beforehand.
Carl’s Jr. is hiring. Domino’s Pizza is hiring. PetsMart is hiring. Chick ‘fil A is hiring. WalMart is hiring. Bev ‘n Mo is hiring. Sprouts Grocery is hiring. In ‘N Out Burger is hiring starting with high pay. Just a few places I encountered today running errands and being with clients. My eyes were opened to many job opportunities.
Not being able to take a shower before an interview is no longer an excuse. I will get you to a shower, even if it has to be using my own club house’s pool shower. You can shower with a bathing suit or shorts on. I will make arrangements to get you showered. I have told a few of you I will drive you personally to the interview itself. That offer still stands.
Let’s get moving. It’s up to you now what you do with the tools and gifts God has given you as you take a leap of faith towards blessings. Embrace it and move forward! God has delivered other homeless beloveds into their own homes. You can read about one such beloved who moved into his own home named Trev here.
I will see you Wednesday evening at our “A Beautiful You“ event in Roseville. Please spread the word to come because I have an important announcement that I am making. McDonald’s is graciously donating dinner for you guys along with dessert from Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. See you then.
Until next time…
Dreams… Is there such a place where dreams do come true?
Oh wait, isn’t that Disneyland?
No, that’s just a theme…
We ALL need dreams to thrive and not just survive. They’re beautiful reminders of what could be, right?
What happens when a little D.I.R.T. is poured into our dreams? Does that suffocate them?
Would God really consider D.I.R.T. to be a blessing in disguise that ushers us to the Promised Land?
Well, seeds of love often require D.I.R.T. acting as soil that will help initiate the growth and blossoming, so…
D = Disappointment
I = Insecurity
R = Rejection
T = Trouble
We all know the dreaded D.I.R.T. Sometimes Disappointment arrives needing more than ointment. Insecurity develops robbing us of our security. Good ‘ole Rejection then rolls through starving us of that much-needed affection. And then Trouble rears its ugly head arriving as a strong tower threatening to burst more than our bubble.
Living life homeless is an understatement than the acronym D.I.R.T. defines. The pictures below are but a glimpse of what homelessness is like under the umbrella of inhumane conditions. Many homeless just sleep directly on the cement sidewalks.
The amazing thing about our Jesus is, when seeds of love are sprinkled about, new life suddenly appears. And when this new life sprouts up towards the light, it is given a second chance for life by reaching up and grabbing ahold of the hand that is extended. All because of L-O-V-E.
Seeds of love, mixed with tears of compassion, and nourishment filled with interaction and engagement, grew into this young man named Trev. I am honored and bouncing like a Mexican jelly bean in excitement to relate that Trev WAS A HOMELESS man.
Through many amazing people and resources that I am blessed to surround my life with, Trev now has his own legal residential address and is being given a second chance at life. He grabbed the hand that was being utilized as God’s hands and feet.
He wants to do something in the veterinarian genre, so hopefully he will be able to give back to the homeless community with all the animals that accompany the homeless.
You see, I want to be different. I want to radiate LOVE. I see these homeless beloveds as our Beautiful Jesus does; treasured family. I want the fire living inside of me to effect everyone. I refuse to be stuck in the typical pattern of society’s egotism and blindness.
Trev gave me permission to write about him. He is one of a few beloveds that I will follow closely throughout their lives because relationships were made and they’re a reminder of how God’s Great Love Changes Everything…
I refer to Trev as my chocolate son. He is an amazing young man who made a few mistakes leading to bad decisions that led him to a homeless lifestyle. It does not mean that his life doesn’t matter!
Living on skid row down in Sacramento is the pit of hell. It is violent and dangerous. But LOVE diffuses more than crime. It encourages second chances through the offering of the olive branch.
With over a million-plus in total homeless population, 24% of that total number residing right here in California, highlighting the 28% increase in homelessness in my own backyard, Roseville, something has to be done. Time to take off our blinders.
I understand that serving the homeless isn’t for everyone. I spent many months guarding my own heart for fear that I was not cut out for it. It’s not glamorous. But as the picture reflects, I was crying big time, but they were tears of joy that Trev trusted me enough to engage in and share his life and the many broken pieces that led him to be a part of the homelessness. This relationship and trust took over four months of weekly contact to develop the nurturing and guidance. With God, all things are possible!
It takes a village of people to stabilize this epidemic of homelessness. Action is needed, not lip service! It takes everyone coming together to attack it through time, money, resources, commitment and dedication! One reason why I started Blameless…
Without my amazing resources and special team that are involved in this homeless epidemic in varying aspects; like Stacia, for opening up the gates of heaven with her angelic voice that draws others in as she is singing; Laura, for her commitment in loving on the homeless and being connected to one amazing county resource who places homeless people in HUD-owned properties; Becky, who works all day in the streets full of crime looking for those who she can place within county guidelines and budget; Eric, who loves ALL and will give you the shirt off of his back if you need it; and Dan for listening to me cry, grieve and bitch that enough is not being done quick enough when we’re driving away after another day…
Cheers! Here’s to you, Trev. We love you, are so proud of you, and are excited to see what all the Lord is doing through you and your life! Your life matters! Thank you for allowing me to sojourn with you!
Come be different with me… It’s a beautiful life radiating the love of Christ!
Until next time…
It’s harvest time. We will never know how far our seeds of love and commitment will reach or what it will look like until we plant it and watch it grow.
We all have dormant seeds laying inside of us. Lord knows, I had no idea that at my golden age, I could possibly have anything left laying dormant inside of me. Boy, was I wrong!
Sweet friend, I don’t know about you, but I was tired of living my life being told what I can’t be while living another person’s dream.
Breaking free from all the weeds that were threatening to choke the very life out of me all due to fears and insecurities is empowering and full of rewards. I stopped believing the lies of the enemy that told me what I could or could not be.
We don’t have to wait until we get to heaven to experience what the kingdom of God is like and the power available to us this side of heaven. After all, Jesus brought heaven down for us.
The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field (Matthew 13:24-43). The kingdom has small beginnings, like our seeds of love, but it will grow and produce amazing results.
Sowing seeds of love will eventually be reaped. We can never grow weary of that promise.
Now this rejuvenated and confident beloved is living each moment who God designed me to be.
What a treasured daughter I am! And I’m so loved, even valued, just the way I am…
When we get in the right atmosphere and spread seeds of His Great Love, we start turning into powerful and magnetic beloveds no one has ever seen before. Especially ourselves!
Getting stuck in performance and doing what others expect because that is the ruling “condition” upon being loved is suffocating. But once we’re awakened to who God says we are and were created to be, mastering the unforced rhythms of grace is easy-breezy.
Say goodbye to the old people-pleasing trait, you know, the exhausted performance-driven beloved. You are enough, just the way you are!
Time to embrace the treasure that’s been buried deep below every shovel full of shame and insecurities fearing that the beautiful you was not enough.
You. Are. Enough. And. Highly. Prized.
We never find out who we are because we’re so busy living someone else’s dream!
Arise and shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you (Isaiah 60:1). It’s time to cultivate. It’s time to harvest. It’s time we believe and live out the truths that dreams can and do come true.
Spreading seeds of love directs us toward an area where we can cultivate and harvest what God has planted deep inside of us.
How many times can you say you found love out in the open field?
Until next time…
Coming from an experienced beloved who’s walked through her fair share of messes, when we go through great pain and trials, it seems easier to just stay bound and wrapped up in captivity, entangled around comforts of familiarity.
Being a prisoner of fear, it seems every step we take to break free, the paralyzing torment only enhances the strength of our cells of hell.
Traumatic attacks are hard to survive and heal from when our focus is solely based on being bailed out. That includes also the loss of failed expectations, physical pain, emotional scars, and even financial destruction.
I was asked how I comfortably share the torments of abuse and the shame that lingers while breaking free from that controlling link.
Admittedly, there are times when I get overwhelmed reliving it because it feels like another beloved’s trauma. It’s empowering to share, though, because it’s a reminder how freedom has taken back the power of my voice that was once stilled and lost.
I try to emphasize that there is no shame in our game; Jesus is His name! There really is power in the name of Jesus when we release the blood stains caused from those fears of judgment and condemnation.
Maybe that’s why my heart burns with desire in being an advocate for those who have lost their voice because I get it. I’ve walked that path. I not only survived, but it made me courageous and confident enough to start a nonprofit organization helping others.
Change requires a lifetime pursuit understanding and applying what 2 Corinthians 1:4-5 (MSG) talks about. God “comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, He brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.”
I met a beloved once at one of our W.E.A.V.E. support groups. I had only learned of W.E.A.V.E.’s existence after escaping exactly what the acronym defines: Women Escaping A Violent Environment. I was not an advocate then. I was attending these meetings because I had found myself a victim of a creepy stalker.
Stalkers want what they cannot have…
Even though I had broken free from the chains of physical and emotional abuse, I was still imprisoned with identity and insecurity depravities that needed some fine tuning with the Lord’s direct intervention.
Our Beautiful Jesus brings healing to our lives usually one step at a time!
I’ve learned now to approach the testing of trials with more peace, confidence and clarity as my faith has deepened. Trials are now perceived as opportunities to learn tools that will help equip me with what might be brewing in the future; for example, hope, trust, peace, perseverance, patience, courage, you name it.
The development of my character became profound after I left my violent environment. Kind of funny how God orchestrates situations at times. Here I had broken free from the cycles of abuse and the Lord introduces me to a woman who I would help break free from her own violent environment.
God uses my mess and message to walk alongside of others who are tired of being told what they cannot be and live out who God created them to be.
Genesis 50:20 (NIV) perfectly announces to the enemy our authority claiming victory, “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.”
Pondering the power that Genesis 50:20 foretells will remind us that our trials are not meant to torment us or even keep us on our knees. They’re intended to launch us to a completely different atmosphere where we recognize our messes are our messages.
Keeping our messes to ourselves robs others of the blessings that our testimonies offer.
Our momentary troubles are not meant to be gone through alone, much less swept underneath the rug. They’re oftentimes meant to strengthen us.
Conflict births opportunities. It’s possible our tests have come because they’re going to be a part of our testimony.
God wants us alive and present, available to be His powerful and courageous vessels!
I’m going to be brave enough to try and seize every moment of my trials so I can learn wisdom that will help me get through the next mess quicker and stronger.
Max Lucado’s Declaration of Faith is worthy of being proclaimed:
Until next time…
Happy Easter, Beautiful! I pray you’re able to abide in and grasp the Power of the Resurrection today.
Oh my, talk about life-sustaining L-O-V-E!!!
That’s the definition of unconditional love, life-sustaining love.
Breathe it in…
Rest in it…
That’s the beauty of the Cross…
Our Beautiful Jesus invites us to dine with Him,
From now through all eternity.
Believe in the Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost,
And dine with Jesus as your host.
To live in Heaven eternally,
All you must do is…
Believe and R.S.V.P.
Until next time…