Monday, December 23, 2013

Upcoming Event: Open Mic Night featuring Jackie Hill

This event has ended. Click here to learn about the Great Banquet.

Frequently Asked Questions:
1. Who can come? 
Anyone!

2. What does the event entail?
You will have the chance to get dressed up, meet good people, enjoy an amazing food, and listen to great music while glorifying Christ! 

For this event, we will be mixing, mingling, and hearing great artistry (poetry, music, etc). Ohhhh and you get great food from Get Nourishment.

3. Who is Jackie Hill?
Learn more about her here or see below: 




4. Can I pay online or at the door?
We have the option to pay online or at the door. We would suggest that you pay online because our events fill up very quickly and you will be guaranteed a spot. However, we know some of us like to go with the current of life and make plans as we live so we give the option to pay at the door as well! :) 

5. If I pay online, how and where do I go upon arrival? 
If you choose to pay online, you will received a confirmation email within 24 hoursUpon arrival, you will check in with your confirmation email on your phone, iPad, or in paper. Once you are checked-in you will receive a wristband. 

6. What is the money used for?
All of the revenue and a great deal of our own time, money, equipment, and resources go into creating events for the benefit of mankind. The events include community service events and social gatherings. To learn more, click here.

7. What time can I arrive?
The doors open at 7:20pm and the event starts at 8pm. 

8. Will I be guaranteed food?
We can guarantee food as much as we can guarantee chicken will be leftover from BBQ if you show up late (LOL). We will try our best, however it is first come, first served

9. Where do I park or what metro stop do I get off on? 
See the flyer. 

10. What are you planning for future events? 
Click here to check out our new website!

11. What if I have more questions?
Email us at boydsisters12@gmail.com. 


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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

When You No Longer Desire God...


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A few months ago, I was feeling so far from God. I had no real joy about the things of the Lord and wondered if this was a normal feeling of a believer? I began to feel like I was going through the motions of my Christian walk and not living out my full potential in Christ. I questioned the things that I did. Am I really reading the Bible because I want to know God more fully or as a sense of duty or to sound smart? (Read here: Why Study the Bible) Do I really give back out of the love of Christ or wanting to be perceived as a "good, caring person"? Do I spent time with God because I truly desire to be with Him or do I do it as an item on my checklist? I came up with the overarching question...what should I do when I no longer desire God?

I am a firm believer in the Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman. After 35 years of marriage and family therapy, Dr. Gary Chapman noticed a pattern: everyone has a "love language", a primary way of expressing and interpreting love. Of the many ways we can express love to another, there are five key categories proven to be universal and comprehensive. Everyone has a love language and we all identify with one of the five.

Words of Affirmation—Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Don't mistake this for arrogance or vanity. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten.
Quality Time—In the vernacular of Quality Time, nothing says “I love you” like full, undivided attention. Don't mistake this for being clingy or needy. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes them feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed dates, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.
Receiving GiftsDon’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures.
Acts of Service—Can vacuuming the floors really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an Acts of Service person will speak volumes. This does not mean this person wants you to be their slave. The words he or she most wants to hear are, “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them, tell those with this language their feelings don’t matter.
Physical TouchThis language isn't all about the bedroom. A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, holding hands, and thoughtful touches on the arm, shoulder, or face—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive.

My love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch, but I am going to focus on words of affirmation for this post. (Most people have one, but some may have a secondary.) You still don't know your love language, click here to take a quick assessment.

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After learning about the love languages, I came across Dr. Champan's book the Love Languages of God. God's love for us is evident in so many ways, but learning about this helped me search for God's expression of love in the form I related to the most - Words of Affirmation. The amazing thing about God is that He speaks all five love languages to His children. This is how I was saved. I was reading a Christian blog and I felt God speaking directly to me through those words. That very night, He opened my heart and I gave my life to Christ. When I learned about these love languages, I also realized that I express my love to God through words of affirmation. I love to sing praises (even though I can't hold a note!), encourage people, giving thanks to God, freestyle poetry with God, write Him love letters, and spending days listening to all types of gospel music, etc. I am not saying that others don't enjoy this as well, but this is when I feel the closest to GodI am also NOT saying that every preacher or psalmist love language is words of affirmation. I know a psalmist whose love language is quality time. She uses her gift to glorify God, however she sets aside ample quiet time with God daily. She loves to meditate without any distractions with God.  She admitted that she feels the furthest away from God when she doesn't spent ample quality time with Him. We all need to spend quality time with God, but for those whose love language is quality time needs to make it a point to spent extended time with God compared to other believers. For me, I spent quality time with God by writing a love letter or studying His word. I've tried meditation...yeah...I always end up talking to God...lol

To dive into this more, I have a friend whose love language is acts of service. She loves serving. She has been on mission trips, join the missions and outreach ministry at our church, and loves to serve the homeless. When she doesn't make time to serve, she feels an emptiness. For me, I love serving others as well, but it really didn't resonate with me until I read and studied Jesus' parable about when we choose to provide food, shelter, etc for those in need we are doing it for Him. (Matt 25:35-40 When I read this, my love to serve others skyrocketed and I began to serve from my heart. I no longer served as a sense of duty or because that is what "good" Christians do. I began to serve because of my true love for God. Why? Because WORDS speak so deeply to me. I have also chosen to serve in a way that I am able to talk to people and we can learn from one another. Someone's whose love language is quality time will enjoy serving people by building personal relationships with others like trouble youth. For physical touch, this person may enjoy serving others by giving hugs to those who don't receive them often. A person's whose love language is gifts will love to serve by giving donations to those in need or organizations that help those in need. The options are endless. :) 

So where's the issue? I have to be honest. I wasn't speaking to God in my love language at all. I wasn't personalizing my relationship with Him because I was too busy trying to mimic this idea of what a relationship with God was instead of doing what came naturally to me. I was caught up in serving others because I believed that is what Christians do, giving back because I am commanded to do so, and making sure I have quality time with God as a checklist item. Where is the heart in that?! Christ has set us free from fear based behavioral modification and empty religion that has no heart in it (Gal 5:1).When my motivation for obedience was no longer love, God was absent. (Gal 5:7-8). I needed to repent from church activities and this idea of the "perfect" Christian. Whatever that is...I needed to get back to what I knew...words with God.

God speaks all the love languages throughout the Bible. For example, David is my favorite person in the Bible after Jesus. Without even realizing it, I connected to David the most because he expressed his love to God though his songs of praise and thanksgiving to God...Words of Affirmation! :) God even express His love to David in words as well. (2 Samuel 7) Another great example is Moses. Moses love language was definitely quality time. He constantly desired to abide in the presence of God aka quality time (Exodus 31:13-23). God fulfilled Moses' deepest need for love by spending quality time with Him. This was displayed with God being a cloud by day and fire by night (Exodus 13:21), spending countless days with Moses on Mount Sinai (Exodus 19), meeting with Moses in the tent (Exodus 33), etc. God always has and will meet our deepest need for love.

So what do you do when you no longer desire God? Speak to Him in your love language. He has and will always speak to you in yours. Choose to love God by the way He created you and you will find yourself chasing after Him. You will choose to pursue holiness all because you were motivated by love(Gal 5:13) This is the gospel. Am I saying that you will never have times when your desire for God is minimal because you know your love language? Of course not. I know this will occur for me again because I am human and you as well. We will lose heart and need to be reminded of the gospel because we never outgrow learning the gospel. We must keep our eyes on the prize - Jesus Christ. As long as we do that, we will express our love to God in the way that is most meaningful to us and desire more of Him!

SIDEBAR: By learning about the different love languages, we are also able to respect the different ways people express their love to God instead of thinking they have to do it our way. This is why we are a BODY of Christ. :)

Us at our first event and me being all touchy (Physical Touch)!
That's me on the mic....using my favorite thing  (WORDS) to
express our appreciation for God's people!


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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Mix, Mingle, and Talk Relationships Event Recap!

We would truly like to thank God for Joe Solomon and all of the beautiful people that attended the Mix, Mingle, and Talk Relationships event. We had an amazing time and look forward to next month for the Ugly Sweater Christmas Party with SPZRKT

Didn't attend? It's okay! We took lots of pictures for you. We hope to see you in the future! 
Joe Solomon and the Boyd Sisters 
Beautiful Pinky Promise ladies! 
















Joe talking relationship! 
Expresses his love for God through song...
and spoken word! 


Lovely ladies from Howard









Zion!!!

We thank God for all of you and hope you have an amazing day! 
A special thanks to John Cahill: Photographer for all of the great photos! 


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Sunday, November 17, 2013

Upcoming Event: Ugly Sweater Listening Party feat. SPZRKT

This event has ended. Click here to check out Open Mic Night.
NEW TOY DONATIONS: Children range from ages 9 - 17. 

Frequently Asked Questions:
1. Who can come? 
This event is geared towards young adults (ages 21-35). 

2. What does the event entail?
When we gave our lives over to Christ, we realized that we didn't have anything to do on Saturday nights. There are so many restaurants and movies you can go to before you get bored. We thought was this it? Does this mean being a Follower of Christ, I can only watch movies and eat out? We soon learned of course not! God laid it on our hearts to created a monthly late night Saturday event for young adults to dress up, meet up, and eat up! You will have the chance to get dressed up, meet good people, enjoy an amazing dessert, and listen to great music while glorifying Christ! 

For this event, we will be mixing, mingling, and listening to great music. SPZRKT will story tell a few songs of his choice. We will provide a few icebreakers/questions you can use so you can mix and mingle with others! (We do this to eliminate the awkwardness of meeting new people! LOL) Ohhhh and you get great dessert from Get Nourishment.

3. Who is SPZRKT?
Learn more about him here

To learn more about what SPZRKT's amazing music, check out these songs:



4. Can I pay online or at the door?
We have the option to pay online or at the door. We would suggest that you pay online because our events fill up very quickly and you will be guaranteed a spot. However, we know some of us like to go with the current of life and make plans as we live so we give the option to pay at the door as well! :) 

5. If I pay online, how and where do I go upon arrival? 
If you choose to pay online, you will received a confirmation email within 24 hoursUpon arrival, you will check in with your confirmation email on your phone, iPad, or in paper. Once you are checked-in you will receive a wristband. 

6. What time can I arrive?
The doors open at 9:30pm and the event starts at 10pm. 

7. Will I be guaranteed a dessert?
We can guarantee a dessert as much as we can guarantee chicken will be leftover from BBQ if you show up late (LOL). We will try our best, however it is first come, first served. The event is at a cafe so you will also have the option to purchase drinks and pastries. 

8. Where do I park or what metro stop do I get off on? 
See the flyer. 

9. What are you planning for future events? 
We are having an Open Mic Night in January with Jackie Hill! To learn more about Jackie Hill's work check out these:

10. What if I have more questions?
Email us at boydsisters12@gmail.com. 


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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Inspirational Monday - Christina Robertson

Follow Christina Robertson @MrsChrisRob 

1. Why did you choose Christ?
Well actually...He chose me! :-) He choose me before I was even a thought. He choose me and created me with value and purpose. I choose to accept the invitation He offered me because I realized I was truly nothing without him. I was guilty and He offered me innocence. I was empty and He filled me. I accepted the greatest gift I didn't deserve, but desperately needed > Life in Him. 

2. How did you change?
"Church girl" - I grew up in the church. My life was centered around going to "church, doing "church", laying "church" etc... but I never fully accepted Christ in my heart. I knew the truth, but I had not truly received the truth that I could be changed and free! Free from insecurities, void seeking, hurt, fear, and people pleasing to name a few. I changed because I was tired of living a lie and running from the truth of His freedom and LOVE. I made a decision that enough is enough and I needed his freedom. Every month, day, hour, minute I make a choice to be transformed completely by Him. 

"Know the truth, and the truth shall MAKE you free"~ John 8:32



We hope your were inspired! Enjoy your Monday! Interested in learning more about us? Click here to learn "Why We Change" and click here to read "How We Change". 

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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Why Study the Bible?

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You ever read something and felt so much conviction it's like God was slapping you with the pages? Not that He would ever do that (lol), but you know how you read something and it was exactly for you? I recently had a situation like this and I would like to share it with y'all.

I was visiting a small group that was discussing Francis Chan's book called "Multiply Movement". It's funny because I have this book at home and I plan on reading it after the million other books I have on my dresser.(The list keeps growing. :) ) Francis Chan also is my favorite preacher and author. If you never heard of him check him out. Any who back to my story, the topic from the book was "How to Study the Bible". When I first saw the topic I was excited and thought "Nice I always like hearing about new ways to study the Bible". Little did I know it was much more than what I thought. 

The discussion began by asking everyone why do we study the Bible. Initially I thought " Why not study?". Then I remember, "This is a Francis Chan book, therefore jumping to conclusion is not the thing to do". Francis starts the book by explaining the importance of studying the bible (Note: reading and studying are two completely different things) and he continues by asking the first question:

Question 1: Before you go any further, feel free to share with the group why you study the Bible. Don't be overly optimistic with this: try to asses your heart. When you pick up the Bible and begin to read it, what is motivating you? Are you driven by guilt? Do you have a desire to know God more fully? Are you looking for arguments against other perspectives? Are you looking for material for a Bible study or sermon? 

Whoa! Can I keep it 100 with y'all? I fall into all these categories. Sometimes I am driven by guilt because I haven't open and read my bible in a few days. During these times, I think to myself, "Let me get a good passage in since it's been a few days." Other times, I really enjoy reading the Bible because I feel so close to God and love learning about Him. I also enjoy reading His word because God shows me myself good and bad so it gives me the chance to have a heart check. Then there are other times when I am looking for a particular passage for a small group or discussion. YIKES!

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After answering the first question, Francis goes into discussing the wrong reasons to studying the bible. The two main reasons are guilt and status. I have definitely fell into the guilt category when life gets too busy. I would make reading the bible a part of my checklist instead of something that I really enjoyed. Francis says, "Very often this guilt is connected with legalism. We create our own standard (i.e. I have to read x chapters per day) and then hold ourselves to it, never stopping to consider that God has not placed this standard on us, we have places it on ourselves." WHOA!!! Might want to read that again. So true! Then there is status. Where some people want to know the bible because of status. Come on we all know that person or maybe we are that person who thinks they are the boss because they know scripture. Francis states, "God is pleased when we treasure His Word, but do you really think He is pleased with your desire to appear intelligent? Does your desire to be the go-to-guy who is never stumped really bring Him glory? What about your desire to be recognized as the best or the most spiritual person in the room?" Whoa Francis you cutting deep!

I promise I am going to bring this all together in the end just stick with me, keep reading. 

Next, Francis goes into approaching the mind of God. He talks about focus more on God's character than His capabilities. Meaning  when we read the Bible go to the text naked and let it dress us. DEEP! Go to the text with an open mind and let God reveal things to you. Francis states, "Every time you find yourself struggling to accept something the Bible says, you've found an area of your life that needs to be brought into submission to Christ." 

Also Francis talks about right motivation makes all the difference. Then he ask the second question:

Question 2: Rather than thinking about all of the arrogant people you know, take a minute to consider, whether or not your efforts in studying the Bible have simply puffed you up. How has studying the Bible changed you? Are you more arrogant, argumentative, or judgmental?

I can definitely relate to all of these when I'm acting out in the flesh. This occurs when I feel like I want to answer everyone's question, which can be very argumentative and arrogant. On the flip side, reading the Bible has transformed my life. It has showed me what love, kindness, and forgiveness truly are so I can implement them into my own life.

The last part I would like to discuss is where Francis addresses prayer and understanding. He talks about how important prayer is when trying to understand scripture. Ignoring the need to be in tune with God while reading shows no dependence on the Holy Spirit. "It is a mentality of complete self-reliance." Does this mean that you can't read the Bible to address questions? Or within small groups? Not at all. God is always among us. However, we must check our motivation, pray, and be in tune with God. 

What does this mean for me? Well, everything! I have study the Bible for the wrong reasons, to arrogantly wanting to answer everyone's question, to not submitting to Christ, and leaning on the Holy Spirit. I experienced all of this especially while preparing for Africa.

So much of God's love being poured into me!
Playing with my new loves!
Many people who did missions before told me the importance of being spiritually prepared for the trip. As I was preparing for the trip by fasting, praying, etc., I felt myself get worried. I thought I would never be prepared. There was always a sermon I wish I would have watched, a chapter in the Bible I wish I would have read, and many other things I wish I would have done before my trip. Guess what? I was looking at my preparation like a checklist. Every time I opened a book or the Bible it was because I wanted to sound spiritual in Africa or because I felt guilty. It wasn't because I desired to know God more fully. Submission and relying on God was the last thing on my mind.

A week before my trip, God tripped me as I was walking down the street. LOL jk I tripped on my own, but He told me to stop trying to do it alone. God didn't want me to feel prepared because He wants me to lean on Him every step of the way. I needed to trust the preparation I did do so He will show me how to use the tools, lead me, and guide me. I had to check my heart and ask myself do I really trust Him whether it's reading the Bible or having a conversation with someone? Do I believe the Holy Spirit is there with me? The last week before my trip I had so much peace. I knew God would be there with me and every time I opened the Bible, read a book, or listened to a sermon I did it with a desire to know God more and not to understand everything or have all the answers. I am not saying that I am perfect, but I thank God for showing me myself! Now I strive everyday to lean on Him and submit my everything to Him not just reading the Bible.

Take the time to ask yourself two questions above and don't get discourage if you don't like what you hear. Use it as motivation to search your heart.

Maybe you don't believe in the Bible and this makes no sense to you. Our advice for you is to keep asking questions. Don't let anyone even us Christians discourage you. When you run into a person is mean to you because you are questioning the Bible move on and ask the next person. This is serious. It is about your faith, but most of all your eternity. Check out this video below that might be helpful. 



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Monday, October 21, 2013

Inspirational Mondays - Gilbert Hopkins

Gilbert Hopskins
1. Why did you choose Christ?
Well I chose Christ because He first chose me. I hope that doesn’t sound cliché, but as I mature I realize that is actually what happened. I grew up in a family rooted in Christ, so I see it as, I was given a knowledge of God through a relationship with Christ from an early age, but it never took residence in my heart that I was a sinner in need of a savior. So I chose Christ as I grew to understand why He had to be crucified on the cross, the love that took Him there, and the power of His resurrection. The gospel captured my heart leaving me with no excuse but to choose Christ and to live for Him.

2. How did you change?
I changed and will continue to change through the work of the Holy Spirit. In John 14:16-18, Jesus speaks of how The Holy Spirit will come to be a helper, and dwell in those who believe in Him. Sure enough, He came, and I know that it is God himself working in me to renew my mind, bear the fruit of His essence, and live for His purpose. When I decided to embrace the reality of my brokenness as a human being is when change began to take place in my life. The sad reality is that human beings are broke, we can never be good enough, we can never be whole, and we can never find ultimate fulfillment in anything on this earth. The truth is there is a cavity in the human soul that can only be filled by the God who created us. As I continue to accept Him, read His word, foster a relationship with Him, and surround myself with people who do the same, I notice the evidence of Him living in me to bring glory to Himself, as He molds me to fit His purpose.



We hope your were inspired! Enjoy your Monday! Interested in learning more about us? Click here to learn "Why We Change" and click here to read "How We Change". 


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Monday, October 14, 2013

Inspirational Mondays - Ian Harper



1. Why did you choose Christ?
t's actually a pretty long story. As weird as it sounds, I don't really know when I was saved. There were three instances it could have been. Either it was when I was four and prayed a prayer and didn't know when it was. Some would probably say that's when I was saved. Then there was camp in 8th grade when I had a more spiritual/emotional experience and re-prayed that prayer "for real" but then I became really legalistic about my faith and had no real understanding of the Gospel. Some might say that it was there though. Though, my sophomore year of high school I ditched the faith and went through a year of atheism. The summer after that, I really didn't want to be a Christian but God started melting my heart and bringing me back. It's hard to explain, but I didn't really choose Him. He chose me.

In my life, by 19, I've already experienced some pretty crazy things that most people haven't and would never want to. God started showing me that he was there throughout all of that, guiding me, protecting me, molding me, putting me through tough life experiences early on for a reason. After a while, I couldn't resist Him anymore. I had to give in. C.S. Lewis said this about his conversion, "I gave in, and admitted that God was God, and knelt and prayed: perhaps, that night, the most dejected and reluctant convert in all England."  And that's kind of how I felt. I couldn't resist God anymore and I had to give in and admit that He was who He was. In the end, Jesus had his way with me.



2. How did you change?
I changed a lot actually. On a surface level, I went from a very pessimistic person to a very optimistic person. I realized that God was doing a work in the world and that was something to have joy about. I started reading the Bible like none other and watching sermons and reading other books outside the Bible about God and the Bible. I started telling everyone around me about all that I was learning. I lost a few friends but several people really caught on to it with me. In a deeper since, though I'm definitely not perfect at this, love became easier for me. Forgiveness became easier for me. Joy became easy. All of the traits of Jesus started to just become natural. The fruits of the Spirit really started to come alive to me and, though I still fail daily, I'm closer than I was to how God intended me, and us as humans, to live. Even though happiness comes and goes, Joy always remains. Jesus did a work in me, there's no doubt about that. I'm nowhere near perfect, but thankfully the Spirit isn't done with me. 

We hope your were inspired! Enjoy your Monday! Interested in learning more about us? Click here to learn "Why We Change" and click here to read "How We Change".

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Friday, October 4, 2013

Upcoming Event: Mix, Mingle, and Talk Relationships


Frequently Asked Questions:
1. Who can come? 
This event is geared towards young adults (ages 21-35). This event will apply to SINGLES, IN RELATIONSHIPS, and MARRIED PEOPLE. 

2. What does the event entail?
When we gave our lives over to Christ, we realized that we didn't have anything to do on Saturday nights. There are so many restaurants and movies you can go to before you get bored. We thought was this it? Does this mean being a Follower of Christ, I can only watch movies and eat out? We soon learned of course not! God laid it on our hearts to created a monthly late night Saturday event for young adults to dress up, meet up, and eat up! You will have the chance to get dressed up, meet good people, enjoy an amazing dessert, and listen to great music while glorifying Christ! 
For this event, Joe Solomon will be talking about relationships and hosting a Q&A afterwards. We will provide a few icebreakers/questions based on relationships for you to use so you can mix and mingle with others! (We do this to eliminate the awkwardness of meeting new people! LOL)

3. Who is Joe Solomon from Chase Godtv?
Learn more about him here

To learn more about what Joe will be speaking on for the event, check out these videos:




4. Can I pay online or at the door?
We have the option to pay online or at the door. We would suggest that you pay online because our events fill up very quickly and you will be guaranteed a spot. However, we know some of us like to go with the current of life and make plans as we live so we give the option to pay at the door as well! :) 

5. If I pay online, how and where do I go upon arrival? 
If you choose to pay online, you will received a confirmation email within 24 hours. Upon arrival, you will check in with your confirmation email on your phone, iPad, or in paper. Once you are checked-in you will receive a wristband. 

6. What time can I arrive?
The doors open at 9:30pm and the event starts at 10pm. 

7. Will I be guaranteed a dessert?
We can guarantee a dessert as much as we can guarantee chicken will be leftover from BBQ if you show up late (LOL). We will try our best, however it is first come, first served. The event is at a cafe so you will also have the option to purchase drinks and pastries. 

8. Where do I park or what metro stop do I get off on? 
See the flyer. 

9. What are you planning for future events? 
We are having an Ugly Sweater Christmas Party in December with a feature and an Open Mic Night in January with Jackie Hill! To learn more about Jackie Hill's work check out these:

10. What if I have more questions?
Email us at boydsisters12@gmail.com. 


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Monday, September 16, 2013

Inspirational Mondays - Taleisha Webber

Taleisha Webber of Unfading Elegance
1. Why did you choose Christ?
I chose to live for Jesus Christ on September 18, 2005, when I was 9 years old. I had known Christ my entire life, but hadn't invited him to live within me. My parents had sat me down and told me that even though they were Christians and took us to church, that didn't mean I was saved. And I learned that I could only be saved when I had the Holy Spirit living inside me. I realized then and there that all I needed was Christ, and I needed him desperately! A few years after I went through a serious time of doubt, where I needed physical proof of everything. It was a difficult time in my life but it allowed me to learn about Christ and discover his love for me all over again. I am a new creation in him.

2. How did you change?
For a while my lifestyle didn't change much, but my faith grew slowly as I listened more intently at church and talked to God and my best friend about Him. It helped make me constantly aware of Him, which looking back now, shaped a lot of my decisions for the better. My family and I took a step in faith when we learned that my mother's sister had breast cancer, which then spread to two brain tumors. I can't remember a time when our family has prayed more. We were believing for a miracle, and even shaved our heads to raise money and awareness to support cancer research. Our prayers for her suffering to end were answered that year when she went to be with the Lord. This really shaped me and grew my faith, and brought me to a closer and better place with God, even though the end result wasn't what I wanted. 

A few years later, in 2010, I had a stirring inside me and I said to my mum, "There's a big change coming, and I have no idea what it is." I don't know how I knew, but a short while later my family was called to sell our house, family business, our cars and furniture, pack our bags, say goodbye to my oldest sister, our friends and church, and move to Cambodia to start a new life as missionaries working for Destiny Rescue. We moved six months later in April 2011. I am now 17 and still LOVE living in Cambodia. My family (Mum and Dad, my older sister and two younger brothers) now help sexually abused girls develop skills they can use for the rest of their lives, teach them about the God we love and serve, show them what it's like to be loved and restore and take back the life that was stolen from them. I know that God is shaping me right now into the woman He has designed me to be. Being here has opened my eyes to see the wonders and devastation of the world, opened my heart to spread His love to all we meet, to be a light in the darkness and a servant of Christ. God is amazing and His love isn't an action, it's a language. God is forever changing and shaping me, and I pray He will never stop using me.



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Tuesday, September 10, 2013

My Abortion Story...My Miscarriage Tragedy...

Leslie of Goodbye House, Hello Home
Leslie's Story:
This post is in honor of National Sanctity of Human Life Day and of the memory of my daughter who I lost to abortion through a choice that I made. I am going to be sharing my story with you here. Some of the details may be unbelievable, but I assure you that they happened. I saw them with my own eyes, heard them with my own ears. I know that one in four of us women reading have had one or more abortions; I wanted us to be reminded that, no matter what we have done, we are loved by a Father who gives us a grace covering all sins. The world calls abortion a choice, a reproductive right, a freedom, but after this choice I experienced nothing but the knowledge that my right had been wrong; my so-called freedom resulted in nothing less than the chains of depression and the bonds of suicide. God found me in the midst of my shame. He gave me His grace after my choice. 

I was nineteen, sitting in a lobby in a Miami, Florida clinic. It was a mid-spring day in 1987, and I was waiting for my name to be called, waiting and watching the dazed faces of the other young women who also waited for their names to be called. While I waited, I mused over the months that had led to this appointment. 

Too many long nights with too many strangers had led me to too many bad choices, and somehow I knew that this would be one more bad choice to follow up the rest, the last bad choice to hide the other bad choices. But it had to be done. 
A few months earlier, when my period hadn't come, I hadn't been worried right away; it had always taken me a few months to get worried. Anemia and juvenile rheumatoid arthritis had made all of my periods unreliable. It had been at least four months, though, since my period had last come, which was unusual. One night, reclining on the sofa in the living room, I felt movement in my lower abdomen. 

Something was alive inside of me, but I was in nineteen and in college. I couldn't decide then which I felt more strongly: that I didn't want to be inconvenienced with a baby, or that I didn't want anyone to see the evidence of my behavior. Anyway, abortions were legal, and, after all, it was just a fetus. 
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I got out our phone book and searched for abortions through the yellow pages. I found an ad claiming to assist pregnant teens and made the call. When I told the woman on the other end of the line how long it had been since my last period, she made me an appointment for the next day. I pulled into the parking lot, surprised to see that it was actually a branch of Planned Parenthood. After a free urine test, it was confirmed that I was twenty weeks pregnant. Since I was in my second trimester already, I couldn't “terminate” at a clinic; I’d have to go to a hospital. The appointment was made for two weeks later. 

It would cost $1,000 in cash. I didn’t have enough, so I asked my dad’s friend Maria if she’d loan me some money. I lied, telling her it was for my textbooks for college. She obliged, and I soon had the cash in hand. 

I carried on as usual for the next few weeks, anticipating the trip with some fear and yet some excitement. I packed a small bag with a few things, since I had been told that it rarely was, but it could be, an overnight trip, depending on my body’s reaction to the “procedure”. 
“Leslie Brill?” I was called to the open glass sliding window by a middle-aged woman who handed me a clipboard upon which a plethora of forms was attached. These were just your everyday hospital forms: name, address, SS#, allergies, etc. I wrote down all I knew, signed, and handed it and the cash back through the window. 

I waited, picked up a magazine, pretended to read something, flipping pages, nervously flashing a half-smile at the waiting room people. Then my name was called again, and a nurse holding a clipboard escorted me into the examination room.  

“Get undressed and put this gown on. I’ll be back for you in a bit.” I did what I was told, waiting on the papered exam table. When she came back, she rolled in a machine and had me lie down. She lifted up my gown and squirted some cold, clear gel below my navel, and then turned to watch a screen that faced away from me as she moved an odd paddle attached to the rolling contraption back and forth across my belly. 

Curious, I asked her if I could see what was on the screen. “No” was the answer. I asked her if it looked like a baby. “No, it’s nothing but tissue and membranes,” and even if I did look, I wouldn’t know what I was seeing anyway. Although disappointed, I accepted her answer. She was, after all, a nurse, a professional. She was probably right. 

She then told me that a laminaria would have to be inserted in the opening of my cervix. “What is that? What does it do?” I asked. She explained that it was a piece of seaweed that would expand to dilate my cervix. I asked to see it, and she showed me what looked like hardened tobacco rolled into a cigarette. My feet were put in the stirrups; a cold instrument assisted the nurse in inserting the laminaria. “That wasn't so bad.” I had thought it would hurt more.




She told me that I would need to wait for an hour. I was to drink as much liquid as I could in that time. I got re-dressed and slipped off for an hour to visit the local Burger King, where I sipped as many sodas as I could. I returned to the hospital waiting room, where my name was called again. I was inspected to make sure that the laminaria was still in place and doing its job. It was.
I was once again escorted to a room and instructed to put all my belongings in the bag I had brought, and to put on another hospital gown. I was helped into a rolling bed and rolled through several corridors and through several sets of double doors. Finally they rolled me into a room along the back wall and set my bed (Bed B) up in the corner. My belonging were put into an armoire at the foot of my bed.

A different nurse came in the room, drew the curtain between us another girl and I closed and took my blood pressure and inserted an IV into the top of my left hand. She also asked me if I wanted some juice or crushed ice. I accepted the ice. And I waited some more. I recall not knowing exactly what time it was because there was no window in the room. Neither was there a television.

A hospital intern pulled up a chair next to my bed, introduced himself and started asking me all kinds of personal questions, and as I answered, he jotted on the forms on his clipboard. The questions, which inquired mainly about my sex life were quite humiliating to answer, especially to a male stranger. He then went to the other side of the curtain and as he proceeded to ask the girl in Bed A the same set of questions, Bed A’s mother angrily replied, “That’s none of your business” and told him to get out, which he did. I’d have told him the same thing, had I known his inquiries weren't mandatory. I found out later that they were a gathering of facts with which the hospital could use to advertise their abortion services better. 

Then, the two nurses I’d gotten familiar with seeing came in the room together, accompanied by the doctor.A stainless steel rolling cart with a few utensils, what looked like a large folded blue paper towel, a bottle of betadine, some cotton pads, and a clear plastic bag (of what looked like water) with plastic tubing coming out of it were on top of the cart.

The doctor was gentle, but unfriendly as he asked me to pull up my gown, which I did. A nurse washed and dried my lower abdomen twice with the betadine and pads, which left it stained brown. Then the blue paper was draped across my stomach. It had a cut-out hole about 3” across in it. While this was being done, the doctor was connecting the plastic tubing from the bag of water to a large needle. I got scared. I hate needles, but I asked the nurse nearest to me if I could hold her hand, and she let me, as I looked the other way. Thankfully, the doctor wiped an anesthetic over the skin exposed by the hole in the paper, and I didn’t feel the needle entering me. Nor did I watch what the doctor was doing, however, when the bag was emptied, he simply left, taking a nurse and the cart with him.

The nurse that had held my hand told me that I would probably feel contracting, and that that was simply the uterus expelling the fetus, that it may take up to four hours, and that when I felt the urge to push, to call her by pushing the nurse’s station button on the side of my bed.

A few moments later, I was shocked and horrified by what began happening to me. My abdomen had begun to convulse, violently. It was as if whatever was in there was fighting for its existence. I didn't make sense why a tumor of tissue would jump and thrash like this. I had never felt this much movement from the fetus before. I watched the skin on my stomach roll and undulate, and it was terrifying. It was at that moment that I began to question if I had been misled. The thrashing suddenly stopped.

Then the pain started in my back and in my front. I had no idea how long I was in labor because I didn't care. I was in anguish as I tried to understand where I was, what I was doing, and who I was. Even as I remained silent, inside I was screaming. As I felt the urge to push, I also decided, like the girl had, to not call the nurse. I would rather have been alone than to have been with a stranger. Soon I felt something large and warm pass out of me. I was afraid of what it was.


Just then, the nurse came into the room to see if I’d like some more ice. It was the nicer nurse, the one who’d held my hand tightly. She could tell that something had happened, and she came over and asked if I was all right. I told her that I had pushed something out, and she lifted the covers and looked. She said she’d be right back, and to just hold still. I did. She returned pushing a rolling cart upon which was a white bucket; she shut the door behind her. I looked over at the bucket, which was the size of a Crisco can, and saw upon it a long hyphened number and below it my last name, with my first name on a hastily handwritten label on the side.



The nurse took the bucket and its lid and placed them on the bed beside me. She put on her gloves, lifted my gown again, and reached down to retrieve the mass that I had just expelled. I could smell blood and something I can’t even describe except to say it smelled like something that was decaying.

I knew now that this so-called tissue mass was not simply a mass of tissue, and so I asked her, as she was placing it into the bucket, “What is it?” I expected her to tell me it was a fetus, or tissue, or even nothing. But she turned her head to look at me between my bent-up legs, and she said, softly, “It’s a girl.” And my heart broke apart into a million little pieces.

As I retell this story, it is still amazing to me that this nurse answered me in this way. Why did she admit what I’d been wondering all along? Was it cruelty? Was she trying to shame me? Why did she say “it’s a girl” instead of “it’s a fetus” or “it’s a baby”? Why did she tell me it was a “she”? I think, now, that that nurse wanted me to know what this “procedure” really was. I am convinced that her motivation wasn't to distress me, but to enlighten me.

And then, once again out of curiosity, I asked, “Can I see her?” And after glancing toward the door to the room to make sure no one else was present, she held the bucket down at an angle so I could gaze at a most beautifully, intricately formed little person. She had ears and fingers and toes, and even a tiny behind. She was also red and bloody and burned. And my soul collapsed in that ten-second glance where I witnessed the truth. If I could have died right then, I would have.

The nurse neither smiled nor frowned. She put the lid on the bucket, put the bucket on the cart, and rolled my baby away and out of the room. Another nurse who I hadn’t seen before came in and removed the soiled bed pad below me and put a fresh one under me; she gave me a sanitary napkin contraption consisting of elastic and metal clips with which to hold it around my waist. I was told that, if I had to go to the bathroom, then I could, but I had to call a nurse for help in assisting me to the restroom.

Shortly after this, I was moved into a room a few doors down, the recovery room. It had a window (I could see that it was dark outside, even though I had arrived at the hospital clinic waiting room at eight that morning) and a television. I was alone, near the window, and I was brought a tray of food; however, I cannot remember a thing that was on it.

The nurse turned on the television for me because the remote that was on the side of my bed wasn't working, and she left the room. I tried to change the channels to find the news of what was happening outside, but the buttons weren't co-operating. I looked up as I heard a woman with a British accent speaking to me. The bottom of the screen read “The 700 Club”, and I was familiar with the show because my grandmother watched it. This woman said, “It doesn't matter what you've done. You may have committed adultery, stolen, lied, had an abortion… it doesn't matter, because God loves you, right where you are.” I heard nothing she said after that. (I found out later that the woman was Sheila Walsh.)

I must have slept well, because I remember nothing else except driving home (the hospital required me to be driven by someone else, but I lied and told them that I had a driver) the next day with my left hand out the window, staring at the mark left by the IV, which had started to bruise slightly, and hoping that no one would notice it and ask me about it. I spoke about my secret choice with no one.



Let’s flash forward seven years. I was twenty-six, married, saved and baptized, blessed with a three-year-old daughter and a newborn daughter, and during this time where I should be overjoyed, I can’t understand why I can’t shake the feelings of worthlessness and self-hate. The tormenting emotions of those days I spent in Miami were haunting me in my dreams and in my waking moments. Most of my nightmares consisted in my chasing the cart with my baby in a bucket down a long corridor, but never catching up to it. When I found myself driving to the Amtrak station because I wanted to lie down on the tracks and be obliterated by a train, I knew there was something seriously wrong. Thankfully, I turned around, went home, and confessed to my husband why I was drained of every ounce of joy and life that I thought I should be having as a new mom. I also sought the help of a friend, who prayed for me and directed me to a women’s center.

At the woman’s center, a new group was starting, a post-abortion recovery group. I was invited to join. Initially, I was reluctant to commit to the meetings, because I didn't want to be judged, labeled with a big fat figurative “M” for murderer or “A” for Abortion on my forehead, but I felt compelled to go. And there, with other women who felt just as ashamed and just as unworthy as I did, I learned that what Sheila Walsh had told me all those years ago: that despite my Choice, God loves me, no matter what I've done, right where I am.

And this I finally believed. 

I gave my daughter a name. Her name is Morgan, because she is a person with a soul and a mother who loves her. I know that I will see her again, and I know that she's forgiven me. I've also learned to forgive myself and all of the people involved.In fact, I found out that there was grace offered to me (and them) a long, long time before my Choice:

God makes everything come out right; he puts victims back on their feet. God is sheer mercy and grace; not easily angered, he's rich in love. He doesn't endlessly nag and scold, nor hold grudges forever. He doesn't treat us as our sins deserve, nor pay us back in full for our wrongs. As high as heaven is over the earth, so strong is his love to those who fear him. And as far as sunrise is from sunset, he has separated us from our sins. (Psalms 103:6-12 MSG)                                             

And that's my story. When the nurse broke all sorts of hospital policy rules that day, I can't help but think that she'd wanted me to talk about what really happens. I wasn't going to let her bravery be for naught, and so it's in her honor that I've shared the truth with you.

If you are reading this right now and have had an abortion, if you are struggling with any of the feelings of hopelessness and self-hate that follows it, and if you can’t find peace with it, then I beg you to re-read Psalms above and believe it.

Did God see me there in the Miami-Dade Hospital? Of course. 
Was He there with me when my eyes were opened in horror at what I had done? Absolutely.
Did He still love me? More than ever.


And so it is with you. God was there when you made your Choice. He knows what happened and what you did. He loves you like crazy anyway. 
The lies that you've believed since that day: that you are no longer good enough, that you do not deserve to have good things in life—that you are tainted, less than, and dirty?
The even bigger lie that God can't forgive what you've done?
They're just that: lies.

But the truth is that there is Grace after the Choice.
I've experienced it, and so can you.
Start here, sweet friend, and find truth, because it truly will set you free:
National Helpline for Abortion Recovery
Option Line

If you can't quite yet reach out, then watch this series; it is a wonderful new television program called Surrender the Secret. It follows the lives of five women as they meet together and heal from their abortions. 

Grace is calling to you, too. Can you hear it?


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I am pretty sure that each and every one of us has been in this type of situation. A moment in life when we have made a decision or been placed in a situation that we couldn't do anything, but fall. That's what my friend did. My friend who chose to have an abortion, my friend that had a miscarriage, my friend who felt alone with her choice about the baby, my friend who wanted to keep the baby but the mother felt otherwise, my friend, your friend, our sisters, our brothers, our mothers, our fathers, our aunts, uncles, and cousins. That moment when we made a choice that became a defining moment in our life.......the abortion story.....the miscarriage tragedy. 

When we make regretful decisions or end up in horrible situation outside of our control, we must learn to forgive ourselves or learn to let go of that situation. When we don't, we tend to do damage to ourselves and create a false understanding of our identity. We are not our worst day, the worst thing that ever happen to us, or the worst thing we have done. You are what Jesus has done for you. He died for our sins and sufferings. He didn't come for the "good" or "just" people, He came into the world for sinners like you and I. (Matt 9:11-13, Mark 2:16-17) Your sufferings may explain you, but they do not define you. We are defined in Christ. We were created in the image and likeness of God and loved by Jesus. 

As always, we want to leave you with a challenge...Turn off everything, get in a quiet place, and listen to this song called Beautiful Life by Trip Lee ft. V. Rose. We would like for you to really listen to the words of this song...press Play. 



Understand that Jesus Christ loves you for who you are. Where are you in your life with the decisions you made in all. He already died for your body, He just wants to wash your feet. (John 13:1-17) We challenge you to really pour our your heart to Christ, turn away from your old self, and become a new creation in Him. 

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Eph. 4:22-24  


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