The Age of Beauty

A couple weeks ago, someone contacted JC’s Girls because they wanted to do a photo shoot of a beauty-from-ashes story. Sounds like I might’ve qualified, right? Wrong. They wanted someone under the age of thirty. So why does beauty have an age?

To me, beauty is timeless…ageless. It’s not something one “puts on.” It’s something that “comes out”…that shines from the inside. One of my biggest struggles inside my heart at the porn convention was experiencing my beauty in the midst of an environment where everyone was all dolled up, but it was super important for me to experience this for “me.” It was part of my journey, part of my walk, and so much came out of it. Continue reading

Packing Every Gift

Last night, the team that’s going to the porn convention next week gathered at my house to pack every gift that will be given out. Trust me: it’s a lot of work, but it’s so worth it because we know who they’re going to and we know Who they’re from, and through the packing wells excitement.

At the porn convention, we don’t see what’s barely there in the flesh; we see what’s lost in the spirit, and we take back the territory the enemy stole. We won’t focus on the demons who run it. We’ll focus on the One who loves them through it: Jesus. Continue reading

My Reflection

When I was a little girl, I saw Olivia Newton John in a couple movies: “Grease” and “Xandadu.” I knew all the songs from “Grease,” and my aunt and grandma would rave about how I sounded just-like-her. At eight years old, I was taken to see “Xanadu” and walked away thinking I looked just-like-her.

One day, I was playing, and as I was playing, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I was so upset. I started crying. Continue reading