You deserve to be happy and you do not need to sacrifice yourself to be deemed worthy.

You are valuable just as you are.

Growing up I felt like my worth was based on how much I was helping others.

So I often sacrificed my time, energy, everything to listen and help others, often neglecting my own dreams, desires and wants.

I started to see that it was important to take care of my own needs and desires.

If you google over helping, it’s actually a real addiction. Sometimes when you are stressed you look to help others as a way to overcome your own stress, it’s projecting.

There needs to be a balance.

Here are some questions-

1. Are others supporting you the way you’re supporting them? If not, ask.

2. Are you treating yourself the way you need to be treated?

In what I do I often find that I am faced with fears and unknowns, in those moments I feel like I am neglecting myself and I’m not sure if I can trust God.

I give a lot of love, and my gifts, talents especially prophetic giftings to others, teaching them as well.

So I need to ask God and people for donations in return. And I need to ask for the emotional help I’m in need of myself.

And I need to make sure I’m not running myself dry trying to help others.

I need to learn to set boundaries.

What does boundaries look like for you?

Sometimes the people God sends me to are carriers of small gifts, like a ride to my accommodation, a hug, company. They touch me through their friendship and love.

Be aware of those that continually drain you.

When my mom was in town I often felt drained by her so God would tell me to leave the house.

This girl grew up jehovah witness and catholic. She said she had cut her vacation short to be with her son and God had us meet by divine appointment.

Some divine appointments in Mexico

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Do you know how it feels to be misunderstood, judged and rejected by the people who are supposed to love and support you?

To be talked about by your family and friends? To be called crazy when you can hardly pay rent but then know you’re supposed to be great, have your relatives talk shit about you because you claim you be Asian Oprah, but your circumstances don’t reflect that.

I lived the classic Joseph tale.

Do you know how it feels to be a burden to your family rather than a gift? And so the only way is to never go home?

Jesus told me to sell everything and follow Him. This led me to get rid of my car, apartment, possessions, even give my money away.

I gave it all away to follow Jesus. The things that mattered to me back then. I broke up with my ex, I blocked people, I cut people off.

I cried everyday. Every week I was putting things on the altar. My dreams to be famous, to be in Hollywood.

I felt everything was taken away from me. I had no laptop, my phone was broken, I was broke. I had given everything away.

My family didn’t respect me. They thought I was crazy.

God led me to go to 14-20 countries by faith. I maxed out a credit card to follow Jesus. I hadn’t fundraised back then.

I knew what would come if I told people what I was doing, by spirit led. Being sold out for Jesus.

Conservatives asked me what church I was with, I said I follow God’s voice.

Atheists called me religious.

Some people yelled at me, called me a false prophet.

Everything you can think of I encountered.

I started praying and prophesying over people. Sharing the love of Jesus with people.

I slept in 12 bed dorms.

I couldn’t sleep some nights.

Some nights I was woken up by spiritual oppression, some nights there were club music downstairs until 4am, some nights people were coming to Jesus in their bunk beds.

I didn’t call my mom for a few months as she just persecuted me.

She yelled at me and told me I was wasting my life. She said I was irresponsible. She said I was crazy.

My heart was broken.

How can people treat me like this when I’m giving my life to set people free?

When you’re ministering to thousands of people, people on buses, roads in South Africa and people are persecuting you back home and even on the road?

I remember walking a lot. My feet have walked the alleys of Thailand, the mountains of Bali, the streets of Perth, the hoarders backpacker central.

I’ve prayed for Europeans. Indonesians, kiwis, Africans, Thai, Malaysians, singaporeans, etc.

What is the message?

I never felt like I was enough but the blood of Jesus made me whole so I am enough because of Jesus sacrifice.

I was crushed and beaten so that the anointing could rest on me.

God would lead me without me knowing how I was going to eat, where I was supposed to sleep and He would lead me to the lost sheep.

Because that was the goal- to gather lost sheep.

Lost sheep were people who didn’t know Jesus and His love yet or were heavily wounded by the church.

I tended their wounds but unfortunately sheep bite back too.

Being a shepherd is not easy.

How could I relate to anyone after that? When you need just $20 more bucks to get on a flight and suddenly God tells you who to ask and then you’re running to the airport because there’s a girl you’re supposed to meet on the plane?

Or when you pray over someone who grew up without a father you tell them they are enough and not lacking?

Or God leads you to someone who tells you they were abused and you deliver them and heal them from feelings of worthlessness.

From suffering to glory.

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I said God I need an audience.

I thought He would have a pastor ask me to speak at his or her church but instead he sent me to a film studio.

I had a dream the other day that I was going to play cello in front of 1,200 people instead of 100.

Wow. So today I felt led to go to the Korean spa and to cancel my dental appointment in the afternoon as I was healing and processing some stuff in my heart. I was laying there and God said go get a massage. I went downstairs and suddenly heard someone say “omg I just got booked for a Netflix show”. My heart got all excited and suddenly all the anger I was feeling went away.

I was going to get a massage when I heard God say ask for a refund. I canceled the appointment and noticed they were casting for audience. God said, do it. Go, go, go.

So I started going to Culver City without knowing for sure if I was booked.

But God just kept saying “go” even though there were some doubts but I ran. I took a shower and got dressed. He said there’s no time.

I got an email halfway there saying I was booked.

There are divine appointments today. Please pray over their hearts today. Pray for Jesus to pave a way. There is some lost sheep 🐑 He wants me to reach.

There was also another voice that kept telling me to go home. So the devil comes to sidetrack you.

(I wrote this before the following happened).

While waiting for the bathroom I met a chinese girl and we ended up sitting together. It turned out she was also Christian. God had told me someone would give me a ride home. She gave me a ride half way. The girl next to me was also Christian and her name was Happy. I shared my Holy Spirit journey with her while she drove me to downtown.

Then the audience host asked people to dance in front while the actors was preparing for their next scene.

I found myself telling my story. Half of it anyway.

But in front of 200 plus people plus all the crew and actors behind me, I said Jesus loves you. Speaking right into the mic.

So many things about today was God.

Like the main characters name was Rebecca (of the sitcom I was sitting in the audience of). The content of the show was God speaking to me directly. It’s like God inspired the writers to write something to speak to me through the script.

And then I had no fear to go up and dance in front of 200 people when the host asked. I remembered before I went overseas to 20 countries backpacking alone, I used to fear being on stage or in front of people but after battling cold, fear of death, fear of not having food or having shelter, heat, sickness, not having much money, asking strangers for help, overcoming the fear of men and fear of judgment (while usually being alone).

When you’re in a foreign country, it’s night time and God tells you you’re going to stay with someone but you don’t know who???

Or when you barely have enough for tomorrow’s meal and you don’t know where the money will come from to sleep at a hostel???

Or God tells you to ask strangers for money or to buy you a meal? And they are people you’re supposed to prophesy over?

Or you have to pray for strangers who then yell at you?

Or you have to pray for someone who has a panic attack in Ross?

You kind of lose every fear.

I went on stage and felt no fear.

It was like I was a different person.

I remember still feeling fear the first time I went on a show, but not this time.

I evenly openly talked about Jesus in front of the people and the crew/actors.

The audience host himself was Jewish.

It was a crazy day. I could feel such a difference in me after all the things I went through, the hardships, the warfare, the challenges.

The host asked me what I wanted to be. I said I would be famous and help a lot of people. He said doing what. I said I’d teach people how to live without fear. I said that Jesus loves you.

Then he did this dating show thing for me, honestly I knew it was God. 3 contestants came and got interviewed by him. They were so funny. One guy said he would take me out to sushi. Another said would take me out to in and out. One guy said he would take me between tj and la.

One guy said he’d take me all over the world. That he would take me by the beach and we’d own a beach house. Like wow Jesus you read my mind.

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God told me to try on rings yesterday

There was a wilderness season in my life I was constantly tired. My heart was tired of betrayal and hurt.

And in a season God has been opening my heart I see kindness sometimes as an act of suffocation. Because at what point are you going to betray me?

When are you going to start yelling at me?

I’d rather be alone my heart would say.

Kindness seems like a burden and a guilt trip. For when you want to bring it up again.

Because kindness was not freely given to me, it was earned. So I don’t want it. Because when will you use it against me?

This morning I felt anxious in my heart and my mom was asking me things when I wanted to have uninterrupted sleep.

I wanted to be alone as I had a full day of ministering. I had listened to stories that were sad and twisted and I had to prophesy to dead bones.

Yesterday God told me to go to the abbey and He led me to eat around the corner and was led to lost sheep. He told me to sit at the bar.

I listened to stories of betrayal and disappointment and I felt pain in my heart.

Perhaps those were emotions I felt myself.

I told him it wasn’t his fault what happened.

You know how you get to a point in your life and you look around but don’t see what you dreamed of.

Instead you’re living in a studio with your mother and you feel claustrophobic?

And the promises of God has been too long delayed and you feel like God has forgotten you?

Well I told Him God hasn’t forgotten you.

I felt like I was talking to myself.

I had poured out my life as an offering and felt like I was beaten up and left for dead at the side of the road.

And what causes me to keep going?

I don’t know- stupid faith. Really stupid faith.

Just this unshakeable knowing that God is for me.

But it’s still hard at times and that fear creeps in. Or you meet someone (me) a couple days ago who asks you to be his girlfriend and you tell him no because you don’t want to be with someone who gambles and smokes weed.

And then he calls you back and he is asking for a favor. He is asking for money because he spent it gambling. And you give him $20 for gas because you feel bad for him (cuz he made it sound like everyone left him and he has no one else) and then you realize oh my god.

He was just using me. Am I enabling him? He’s an addict he needs help. I don’t even know him that well.

And then you forgive because you know grace is sufficient.

But then you feel used.

True story.

People. Issues. Agendas.

And then I got mad at myself because why did I even hang out with him? He was someone God led me to to minister to and perhaps to heal my heart but then he became attracted to me and vice versa. But I knew he wasn’t it. I deserved better. Even though he was actually Christian.

And then you’re disappointed because you’re tired of allowing men into your life that has no capacity and no ability to love you.

And then you’re tired, you’re tired of loving.

I have a bag of wedding magazines and a notebook. God told me to start planning. Can my heart actually hope after one disappointments after another?

What I’ve found to be the key is to feed your heart. Do what makes you happy even if it’s a small thing. Hey look heart, you can feel joy. Watch a movie that makes you laugh. Don’t give up heart.

I understand why my ex would disappear for 3 days without notice. He said he needed space. He wasn’t able to feel too much love, he wasn’t able to let love in. Because if he did it meant he would possibly get hurt.

And eventually he did.

He sobbed when I broke up with him. But he never experienced it fully, he was cold. He kept me at arm’s length. 

But you don’t have to throw yourself into love that is not deserving of your presence.

You deserve better. Don’t settle.

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“So what do you do?”- he asked.

“I’m a pastor, prophet”

“Wait, what? And you’re okay with this?”

We are standing in front of a photo red carpet area and someone has a jacket with Jesus on his back. It says “altar boy”, but not what you think. The poster says lead you to temptation and has photos of men in pieces of leather around their butts.

I say, “yes. God loves you and everyone”.

He says “wait, can you prophesy over me?” He’s getting excited. I say “yes of course”. I say “I see you playing piano and teaching”. “I’m a painter! And I’m a teacher”. He’s not just a painter, he’s incredible. He’s talented. He’s an oil painter and he did a show in New York. He is a half filipino and Pakistani and his parents are catholic and one is muslim.

I wake up and realize “well how much I underestimate and undervalue myself. I too am amazing, brave, talented, bold, much more than what I describe to others because I’ve been undervalued by others who didn’t see my true worth”.

Everytime God tells me to go to The Abbey, it’s a struggle because I don’t have much energy. But in the back of my mind I hear God say DON’T GIVE UP.

I have to usually rent a car per hour and drive 30 minutes across LA. Sometimes it is 10 pm and I’m tired, bur there is almost always divine appointments. I can’t say ministry is easier in LA because it’s always an act of faith and obedience.

The night before the Lord led me to Ross and I was weirded out that I was in Ross for such a long time but a dress drew me back in. Behind me I noticed a man shaking and I went straight to him to pray for him.

I started casting out the spirit of fear and affirming God’s love over him.

People were watching, one man said YES JESUS. He came over to lay hands on him.

Later on they called the ambulance…I was a bit shocked by what happened but asked the christian man for a ride home.

He said he used to go to a house church but now attends another church. We talked and prayed for an hour.

I didn’t expect to be casting out demons in the middle of Ross. I got a bit angry at God because that night satan came to try to lie to me. I felt that maybe I didn’t do enough to hep the man but God said, “no you acted in faith, and that is enough”.

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I had a dream there were 5 sewing needles in my heart and I was taking them out one by one and throwing them in the trash. They hurt really bad. There were a few girls doing that too.

In the dream I am dancing with gay men.

This happened yesterday.

A lot of Christians tell me what I should do to be fixed. They tell me I need to go to church but I can’t seem to explain to them God leads me to what I need when I need it. Church is organic, not forced. I have close Christian friends but I also am led to people. But why should I explain that to people. Yesterday I realized their questions made me feel lack and unqualified.

I am whole and enough in God’s eyes because of Jesus sacrifice.

People think they are in the clear if they are attending a building. You are not saved by church attendance.

I had been heavily attacked and persecuted by conservative Christians who didn’t understand the Holy Spirit leading me in my life.

People kept saying you need to find family that loves you as you are.

But I was tired of talking, and I was tired of people, and I was tired of religion (people telling me what to do).

I found family not in a building but in people and I have that.

I wanted to be free.

Yesterday the Lord told me to go to pasadena and I had to pee so I went to Starbucks. I met a couple. The wife wasn’t Christian and the husband was.

We talked for over an hour and I felt free. Partly because she wasn’t Christian.

I was relieved, I wasn’t going to have someone judging me.

I was able to love her and I saw her playing piano. She told me she majored in piano.

The husband had tears in his eyes when I told him my story. We all held hands and prayed. I held their baby.

I felt safe with the baby. The baby wasn’t going to attack me with words.

I was so tired of being attacked by other Christians.

I was glad I didn’t need to explain myself. I felt safe with them. The guy said “yes I totally understand, you are a moving church”. People tell you to go to church when deep down they actually don’t feel loved or like family there. Why do people force it? Instead of allowing God to bring the right people into their lives.

That night I met another guy who grew up catholic.

And then I heard go to the abbey.

My heart’s desire. It’s a gay club and I love it there. I am free to dance and be myself. No religious spirit telling me what to do.

I immediately felt a tap on my shoulder. Yes, I went by myself. Two gay men started to dance with me. They didn’t ask me “what church do you go to” like what Christians usually ask and then I have to explain how God leads me…..because going to church becomes a form of works and qualifications, whereas you’re supposed to know you are enough in Christ Jesus.

It’s actually religion. Not relationship. It’s also not a fruit of the spirit. Someone once said “I have the test the spirit by asking you which church sent you”.

You can go to a great mega church but be a satanist.

Anyways We smiled and talked.

Later I was just dancing and enjoying myself.

I met these very buff men who kept dancing in circles. It was funny to watch.

Near the stage I met a man who I knew there was something. We talked. He told me he grew up catholic. We took pictures of each other.

Everyone told me I was beautiful. They didn’t ask me I wasn’t qualified, they affirmed me.

I didn’t have to explain why I didn’t have one church. Again if God has told me to go to a specific church every Sunday I would, but He hasn’t. Probably because He knows people would try to tell me what to do, or they’d control what Holy Spirit is doing through me.

My friend and I once laughed when we said haha imagine telling another Christian God told us to go to the abbey.

I explained my journey with this gay guy from Texas. I said him playing piano and he said “omg it’s my favorite instrument”.

Two guys came out and said “who are you? You’re so beautiful. You okay? We love you”. I said I loved them too and hugged them.

I always felt protected at a gay club. They loved me and didn’t need explanation. I felt safe there. I loved them without explanation.

I dropped my friend off at mickey’s. I wanted to stay but it was getting late. I hugged him and said “I love you”.

I don’t feel safe in most churches, because they don’t love you for who you are. They’re constantly trying to change you. Some especially don’t understand that Jesus is my covering, not man. They try to control me or try to understand how the Holy Spirit works in my life, but instead they try to control me with religion….when I am already whole in Christ Jesus.

But God’s love is redemptive, it doesn’t ask questions to qualify you, it is embracing.

I found love at the abbey. Now I understand why a lot of Christians actually don’t understand God’s love. God’s love doesn’t qualify people through their actions, He loves people unconditionally.

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I didn’t know how to speak up…I tried to fit in but no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough.

I was a youth leader, a worship leader, a Sunday school teacher.

I was at church from 6 AM to 5 PM (from what I can recall, it was like a full time job on sundays, with overtime, and completely no pay).

I mean I don’t know why no one noticed that I was burnt out.

Probably because everyone was burning out. When God told me to leave the church, people asked me why I didn’t go to them for prayer and confirmation. God’s voice was so clear and loud.

He said it’s time to go, you’ve reached a ceiling here.

I wanted to show the youth that they didn’t have to conform. I didn’t want them to go through What I had to go through.

If I could just save a few young people from the religious structures and limitations of the church, then I would feel like I did my job.

But I was suffocating.

My time at the baptist church ended with being accused of not taking care of the sheep, when I was actually taking care of lost sheep I brought to church. Everyone just wanted my attention because I was good with people. I listened and cared but I didn’t listen to my own needs.

My desire to be liked made it impossible to say no.

I was told by another leader that I had choosing a path towards destruction as I was “different” and used words like mantra. I was also teaching yoga and meditation.

Basically the leaders I trusted turned their backs to me and I didn’t know how to speak up. I felt silenced. I explained myself but it wasn’t enough to avert the judgments.

When I left the church people asked me if I was OK as if I had completely lost my way and maybe turned to the dark side.

Who knows maybe they thought I was fornicating and smoking cigarettes.

Maybe I had become a Satanist.

I mean to religious folks, If you didn’t go to church you were stumbling down a rocky mountain. You were barely clinging onto Jesus. Maybe you were like Judas, the betrayer.

Because they would say well you don’t have accountability. But accountability usually meant gossiping with one another about other people.

I had close Christian friends- that was my accountability. But why did I need to explain that to anyone?

A lot of people stop going to church because they feel like they have to conform and be someone that they’re not.

I am God’s church, and so are you.

The church is not a building it is people.

I am not perfect either.

I have hurt other people too.

You are made righteous by the blood of Jesus, not through your works.

I found a lot of churches suffocating because they preached the law. They preached be a good Christian by doing the right thing, being kind to people, by praying more or reading the Bible more.

But none of that was grace.

you are made righteous by the blood of Jesus.

Over the years and because of my upbringing where I had to suffocate my emotions I found it hard to feel how I felt in the moment. Sometimes the hurt would bubble up months or even years later.

Now I cry easily, much more easily.

God has taken me on a journey of healing as well as pastoring those who have been hurt by the church.

None of us are perfect but because of Jesus sacrifice we are made righteous by His blood.

We are in a season where we are learning to be vulnerable; to not be afraid to speak our truth, no matter how ugly it sounds.

Our fear of speaking up needs to be confronted and overcome. That is your Goliath. Who have you not confronted and what have you not spoken up about? 

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An Uber rider who grew up catholic Christian who felt accused by people. I said he was righteous in God’s eyes because of Jesus sacrifice.

What’s normal? I find my heart feeling all kinds of things. I feel it being bombarded by all kinds of people.

Are you sure God? Can I trust you with my heart? Do you know what you are doing? Because I sure feel out of control.

Recently the Lord had me start driving uber and my first rider was a drunk girl. She was Christian and had been drinking from 9am to 4pm and barely knew if it was day or night. I held her hands and prayed truth over her. I told her I loved her.

God told me to take her home but I didn’t have her home address and the address was set to another bar.

I always wanted to try uber but never had the guts to. The first day I was so paranoid that I was driving too slow and I got mad at myself for missing an exit. I was apologizing a lot but then realize people actually trust me.

I was also a bit traumatized by my moped accident in Bali in 2014 so automatic transportation freaked me out a bit. But driving has always been a hobby of mine.

The second girl was also Christian and from Romania. She said she missed home. She had blue hair and was like a mermaid. I told her I saw her singing and dancing on stage and she told me she loves singing.

Then I had a Colombian and white male ask for my number. The next day he wanted to hang out with me but then wrote some obscene stuff like “let’s f$&@”, then tried to offer me money for it. When he called he said he was just kidding.

Then later I decided to tell him that it’s not okay for a man to speak to a woman like that. He said his friend stole his phone. I said I am not going to sleep with him as I am waiting for marriage to have sex.

I was a bit traumatized. I didn’t sign up for this God.

But I spoke my truth. He apologized and I said I forgave him but could not trust him as I barely knew him. But I said Jesus died for his sins did he believe? He said yes.

I just woke up from a dream where there was a house built in the desert and this house no one would annoy. There would be no neighbors but I thought wouldn’t it be lonely? Then I dreamed my friends and I picked a squid to eat and kill but I wondered if it’s safe to eat because it wasn’t cooked. Then I found myself in England and wanted to explore all of Europe but wondered if I had time.

Yesterday I met Jewish/catholic friends, a Christian who felt condemned by his father, and a Jewish woman who bought soup for her mother. I also met a woman who converted from Christian to Jewish.

I also delivered an unknown package that might have been drugs but turned out to be a fixed phone. I really wanted to open it.

God can I trust you with my heart? When I went to South Africa I was ministering to 20-30 people on the road but now I don’t have to walk as much anymore. I just pick people up but I have to trust God with my life.

I feel a bit out of control because I have to multi-task. I have to drive, make sure I don’t run anyone over, and navigate uncharted territory and roads.

It freaks me out a bit, then I have to talk, and sometimes I’m holding their hands and praying over them.

I’m starting to see everything I’ve wanted to do in my life was going to be a ministry.

Taking uber was a ministry, driving was a ministry, what else do I want to do? I want to try being a wedding officiant, then I want to busk on the streets with my cello, play on a cruise, go to Mexico City, I mean the list is really long. All of those things are desires from the Lord to be vehicles for His name to be known and for me to testify of His grace.

If we are open to living life on the edge, we will do incredible feats and miracles to set people free from fear, condemnation and guilt.

I’ve told my testimony everyday.

And I’ll keep doing it, because Jesus is the one who set me free from fear.