Rebecca Richardson: 27 Million, Raise awareness

                   There are 27 million people enslaved in our WORLD right this very minute......



We've got to rise up, open our eyes up. Be her voice, be her freedom. Come on - STAND UP AND DO SOMETHING!

Download this song on Itunes, Amazon, Play.com etc so we can raise awareness and rise up and do something about it!

Lets rise up and make a difference. Everyone should download the track to raise awareness of human trafficking that should not be happening across the world. Put a STOP to it, is is your turn!

Just a thought..

                          Its your choice. You can choose to accept it, or you can walk away.
                               but its there, the price has been paid. Its the best gift ever.
                               Better then anything that this life can provide you with.
                                                         Salvation.


God loves YOU. and he has a plan for YOU. and ultimately I write holy tightss because of it. Yes i'm an opinionated stubborn thing at times, and of course, i like to be creative. but above it all, above everything, I think you hearing about Jesus is the most important thing ever. You can discount everything I've ever said, and everything I will ever say, as long as you understand this. Jesus paid the price for you to have a relationship with God.

The same God who created the oceans, can be your king. you just have to choose him. And not just once. But every day, every moment. Every single situation can be a struggle, but just know the end reward is so worth it.


God wants you to know him and to understand his love.

And I guess that just what i wanted to say tonight.

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

Every time I write a shopping list, the humble shift dress always appears so I guess that it could quite possibly be considered as being my fashion resolution for twenty twelve. I'm on a mission to fill my wardrobe with more of the classic style in order to begin to translate my style into a more cost effective investment.

See the beauty of the shift dress is in its drape. And although mine still may be a little bit big even with the aid of a belt, Its just the type of garment you can throw on and go. You don't even really have to much if you don't want to. I would of course recommend accessories with any outfit, but they are optional with an item like this. 

The strange thing I found when wearing this out today was the length; Its an appropriate one. 

Due to my habit of wearing everything high waisted, the majority of my skirts/shorts are pretty short. So much so that I spend most of my days just looking like I'm wearing a coat and black tights. So cue this dress to make me look a little bit more 'done'.

In my rebellion to this half hearted polished look I was eager to do anything  in order to make myself feel a little bit scruffy. So on went the beaten up old converse.

Sorry, but I don't think I'll ever do classy.

Until next time.

Majesty...

  Lent always makes me think of the story in the bible of Jesus calling James & John. Its hard to actually grasp the full context of the story, but once you do, your faith can be questioned. See, when Jesus called them to be his disciples, without a second thought they got up, and followed. No pause and no hesitation.

That is all well and good, but you have to think about the implications. James & John left everything behind. Not just there possessions, but there livelihoods and families. Jesus said the word and they sacrificed it all for salvation and a walk with him.

I wonder if I could do this? Because I am being called to. As Christians we all are. For some it may mean literally dropping it all, like selling your house and moving to a third world country. But for the majority, we need to apply the James and John treatment to the smaller things in our lives. Knowing and sharing Jesus means being the light in the darkness, and it means being in this world, but not of it.

Holding my hands up straight away here...because as of this moment in time, I am so of the world. At this present moment my life reflects anything but living for the Lord-  it practically screams broken in every direction possible.  I guess I'm using these 40 days as a chance to change, to really question my life and everything in it. I need to give up life as I know it, and not just for lent, but forever. If I want a true relationship with God, its all got to go. The Words, the thoughts, the same old sins. Its got to be replaced by Jesus. And only Jesus.

We are being called to drop our old lives and shed our skin, and instead pick up the love and the grace of Jesus Christ. Knowing Jesus, really knowing and seeking him requires a huge sacrfice of your own selfish desires. Are you going to be like James & John and give it all up and Surrender it all for the sake of the king?

"This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!"- 2 Corinthians 5:17

Please Mr. Postman, look and see...

*Thanks to Maureen for my Christmas present*

I received this notebook back in December, and ever since I've been at a loss of what to use it for.

Call me crazy but I can't just leave a mass of paper without a purpose. Every time I buy a new notebook I've got its exact use in mind, so when someone else buys me one, my boundaries are pushed in order to develop a concept for which will be used on the once time trees.

I've wrote on 8 or so sheets of this pretty little thing, without any direction. My thoughts scattered on the pages have been random and a little lacking. That was until tonight.

I picked it up and started writing myself a letter, and when I flicked back, I realised I'd already wrote someone else a letter in it. And there, without me choosing, the ribbon printed wonder had found its full potential.

This notebook will hold the letters I'll never send or show anyone else. but I might as well share a little edited version of the first letter I wrote in it...

"I miss, everything that used to be.

I can't miss you properly, because you haven't even gone anywhere.

I want to be people we used to be.

I think your a idiot at times, but I do love you.

More then I can really say.

To...

Love Jess xx

There was a crazy moose, and he drank a lot of juice.

This week, woww. Safe to say I'm pretty speechless, but for what I lack in words I can deliver a huge mix of tiredness, relief and experience.

Its been great, even brilliant. And believe me 24 hours ago I would not have ever said that. (at that point I was lightheaded from only eating chocolate, exceptionally tired a night in a tent and feeling completely unlike a girl as I was wearing pants.) I've learnt that as stubborn as I am, I can actually have err... fun? doing some sort of physical activity. I mean don't worry, I'm not saying I enjoyed it, but kanoing 6K is quite entertaining when it wants to be. People keep asking if i'm proud of what I've achieved, and the answer is honestly..no.  I'm proud of what we've achieved. We pulled together like we had all known each other for years. If anyone was upset, we'd all deliver in providing our very own versions of their favourite bands songs. And the hugs and hand holding were in full supply when we felt we couldn't do it alone.

 The campsite/home for one night was a random piece of land in the middle of wales, toilet free of course.
So yes, I went there. Strangest. thing. ever, and something I'd like not to repeat.

What else is there to say? Well I spent today having to remind myself I wrote a blog about fashion, scroll down and you'll see my completely miss matched outfit, scroll up and you'll find my sexy Asda trainers. I also love how I had to share a Spork with Rebecca Richardson, a mouthful of meatballs each :/ and go Rach Smithhh...none of us had even brushed our teeth or changed clothes, but out she whips her foundation!

The 12K walk was a bit of a low moment, but we all got through it, with Oreos and water from a stream.
 As was the night in the tent...we awoke every hour, and at 2 in the morning I announced it was 6.45 and that the birds were tweeting. then I began to tweet. Yeah, think i was a little crazy by then...

The nicest thing was landing in to the yellow bed that creaked everytime you breathed, it might have been dire on Monday night, but felt like heaven by Wednesday. But where does God fit into all of this? He's shown me that although it may not always feel like, he's giving me so much strength to do things I never thought I could!

The thing i'll take away the most from this is that the people that will pull you up mountains, make you laugh when your crying, hold your hand to stop you falling, and couldn't give a damm if your wearing makeup or the state of your hair, are the ones to hold onto.

Its been a surreal 4 days, but thank you to everyone that made it special! ROLL ON VIRGINIAAAA!