the real short story.

I’ve always loved adventures. I love seeing new sights, hearing new sounds and meeting new people. Growing up, my family and I did a little bit of traveling, but I didn’t think I appreciated it as much as I should. It wasn’t until I moved to Los Angeles in 2012 where my heart for adventures truly bloomed. 

How we met
Sage and I met in August 2014. He’ll tell you that we first were introduced at church community group while I remember us formally meeting the Sunday after at Tender Greens. I had an instant crush on him (it was the blue eyes). As he talked with me about himself, I looked up his Facebook. Also, I will not forget that he called me “Becky”. We became better friends on many adventures camping at the Grand Canyon, Yosemite National Park, and Joshua Tree National Park with a group of friends. Every time we hung out, whether it be on a trip or at a movie night, it seemed as though we ended up sitting next to each other. 



Early 2015, I applied for a grad school program that included a year in a half in the Philippines. It was not until after we went to Joshua Tree  later that year I realized my feelings for Sage were more than just a crush. At first, when I shared this with him, he didn’t want to pursue me because I was leaving.  However, he did agree to ask me out on a pity date. Though after it, a romantic relationship was not pursued. We then decided to take a break from our friendship. In that break, I realized I genuinely missed his friendship. I learn through telling this story that during this time, he also realized that he missed me as a friend. After we booked a trip to visit our friend who recently moved to London (and then to visit Paris for the fun of it), I became aware the feelings for him stayed (when I expected them to fade). Before we left, I told him, but received no response. So I went to Europe with no expectations which helped me to enjoy the trip. It was not until our last night in Paris that he made a move.

[He had planned to make a move during our Europe trip regardless. When I shared my feelings with him before we left, it affirmed his plan]

Our adventures with each other continued while dating.


Marriage was a topic we discussed a couple of times while we were dating. Our conversations became more serious after our one year anniversary. Because we love adventures, we booked a trip to Ireland with a couple of our friends. I knew a proposal would happen soon. My roommate asked what I would like my engagement ring look like. Another hint was when the ring I used to wear on my right hand disappeared after I left for a work retreat. A couple of days later, it reappeared. From there, I had a slight feeling that Sage would propose in Ireland. I wanted to enjoy the trip so I put it in the back on my mind. We went to Dublin first and then headed to Galway. Much to my surprise, the friend that moved to London joined us on our trip (everyone else seemed to know.) We picked her up from the airport and then traveled to the Cliffs of Moher (one of the top places I wanted to go!). When Sage bent down to ‘adjust his shoe’ I knew it was the moment. As he was on one knee, asking me to marry him, I heard clicking sounds behind me. Our friend, who is a wedding photographer, was not only there to adventure with us, but invited along to capture our moment!



Planning for a day, preparing for a lifetime
Our story doesn’t end there though. I think that with these types of stories, that big moment is the end all be all. But even the wedding day is not the goal– I get to spend the rest of my life with a man that began as a friend. I grew to love him as he extends grace and kindness. Even though we are in the engagement/wedding planning season, we know that it is much more than a day but a life alongside one another.  


there is a season for everything under the sun.

You remember when you were a kid, like in elementary school, and people asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up? I remember my default answer was a teacher or something like that because that’s really I knew. As I grew older, and I learned more about the world and myself, my desire to work in a school did not completely go away. It has looked different over the years since high school– transforming from teaching graphic design to becoming a school social worker to tutoring after school to being a tutor with her own classroom. Even though the way I participate in the education field changes, my passion to work in the field does not.

I’m not sure what it is about education that I’m passion about. I don’t think I truly understood it until I moved to Los Angeles. My eyes were open to the injustice of the system and ultimately the injustice many people in marginalized communities face. So I did what I thought I did best: work directly with people. Maybe if I change their life, their community is going to change. I have been teaching them how to fish and while that’s great, that’s not all that needs to be done.

Before I even submitted my application for a new job, I was hesitant. Like I said before, I’ve been working in education in some way for six years. It’s basically all I know. I shared this anxiety with my boyfriend.

“Even if I do get offered the job, I don’t think I’d take it.”

“Why not?” he asked

“Because I feel like if I leave, the whole school will fall apart.”

“Well, maybe that’s reason to leave. You’re not called to hold the system together, but to be a part of restoring it.”

I never thought I would be working with a church. I guess if I did, I thought it would be something with missions or with kids. Perhaps I like to be in the thick of it where the fruits of my labor can be immediately recognized. Serving students directly granted me that satisfaction. Sometimes though, it felt as though I was pulling unripe fruit off the branch. And instead of letting go, I continued to tug the fruit even though it was not ready. But then I hear the gentle voice of the Gardener: “I call you not to grow the fruit. I ask you to be patient and tend to My fields. I ask you to wait for My timing. do you trust Me enough to know that I will be the one who ripens the fruit?”

It was (and still is) a strange transition from teaching to administration, from a school to a church. Mostly because I feel like I have abandoned my students (as though I am the only one that can teach them). But the Lord gently affirms me: “Well done, good and faithful servant. I have entrusted you with a little, and now I will entrust you with more.”

And now it’s off to cultivate another area of the garden.

act justly, love mercy, walk humbly

I used to think I had a genuine servant’s heart. I thought that it was my gift to give to everyone and all who needed it. But instead of stewarding this talent sacrificially and humbly, I developed a selfish perspective. My ego swelled with every “Thanks, you’re awesome!” Instead of seeing people and places with strengths, I view them as of list of needs only I can fix.

Here comes Super Becca, on her way to save us and our broken souls!

But I’m broken too. Oh, how I’m broken. How can I think that I can restore an unjust system when I myself am still being restored?

I’m not here to fix people or systems or structures. I’m not here to give them what I have determined what they need. I’m not here to create dependency.

You don’t give people dignity– you affirm it.

John M. Perkins

So I’m learning to stop asking what can I do to help. I’m learning to stop asking what do I have that can fix it but rather:

What is God doing here right now?
What strengths do people have?
What resources do people have?
Do I have a part here?

I’m not a savior and I’m not called to be one. My purpose to point to the One who saved me, who is still repairing my brokenness, and join Him in restoration.

2015 in review



Spontaneous trip to a beach off the PCH

remind me that my identity is solely founded in You.

“be confident. be confident in your identity in Me. I am always your reward for obedience.”

“one day, someone will pursue you the way I pursue you”



Celebrating my birthday by making my friends run around LA for a scavenger hunt

God was doing mighty things in my life. I was asked to be a panel at Reality discussing race and ethnicity within the Church. it was a time where a lot of unaddressed issues surfaced.

While volunteering at the Hollywood Winter Shelter, I was told about a graduate program at Azusa Pacific University that fit my wants out of a master’s.  There was even the the possibility of living and serving in Manila, Philippines– an opportunity that simultaneously excited and frightened me.

“will you surrender your comfortable life in Los Angeles and step out to what I have for you Child? I will be next to you every step of the way and I have paved the way already.”



Yosemite close to sunset

“why are you trying to get ahead of Me?’

“remember: the reward of trusting in Me is Me.”

I submitted my application for MATUL and I went to an event to discover how intricate the Lord’s plans are for our lives. I also went to Yosemite for the first time and fell in love with the majesty of the surrounding trees.



Huntington Beach for a fun day. This was pre surfing.

I was offered a position to the MATUL program. so many fears came along with the acceptance. but the Lord reminded me the beautiful freedom in surrender. I learned that in the waiting, the Lord shapes our character. I decided to participate in the program and I had to 8 months to prepare to leave 8,000 miles.



Overlooking the vastness of Joshua Tree

“I want to remind you how great of My beloved you are…so I ask to wait actively.”

I went Joshua Tree for the first time, and fell in love again, in a different way.



Twin Peaks for a women’s retreat

“I am strengthening your faith and trust in Me.”

You give and You ask me to be faithful with what I have been given



Senior selfie (plus a teacher)

I’d been anxious about leaving. I got news that the international program had been postponed a year. I was relieved. the Lord reminded me that I was called to restore streets with dwellings, rebuild ancient ruins, and repair broken walls in Los Angeles


I felt incredibly unloved and unlovable.the Lord helped me to love myself.

“just was the scars on your skin heal, so will I heal the wounds on your heart.”



1st day of school!

I went on my first solo adventure to Big Sur and started my first semester of grad school.



Camp Morning Star to help with childcare at Destino Fall retreat

“grow in grace, Child..”

I started feeling more free to be myself in various parts of my life.



Friendsgiving 2015

“please remember you have nothing to fear.”

I understood what it meant to be a work in progress.

I went to London for the first time with a group of close friends. It was my first international trip and I loved that it was spent with people who mean so much to me.



Outside the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris

I also went to Paris for the first time (same trip as London). The magic of the city still leaves me in awe. It was a memorable trip, one ending with the beginning of a relationship.

grow where you are planted

For one of my classes, we were tasked to start conversations with our community about the themes we learned about. The hope was to not simply study theology, but actively engage in it within the urban context. I wrote about the discussions my students partook in about their family, values, and aspirations. I  presented my findings to my classmates. Despite feelings of anxiety, I found sharing what I learned from my students made their words much more significant. After presenting, the floor was open for questions.

“What was your lightbulb moment?” I was asked. “Like what was the moment you realized that this is exactly where God wants you to be?”

I mulled over the question.

“There is a couple that lives a few blocks away from work named Jeff and Jacqueline. They have lived in the community for years and actually know a few of my students. They planted a church close by and open their home to their neighbors. A couple of weeks ago, Jacqueline shared with me something my student told her. He said that when he walks into my classroom, he feels like he is in a home. At first, I was upset. I wanted him to feel like my classroom felt like home, but then I realized that maybe home isn’t a place he wants to be, but a home is what he needed.”

And that’s when it struck me. This small moment, one that I wasn’t even present for, was spurred from millions of others. It was a result of moments of doubt, frustration, and disappointment held together by moments of joy over small victories. Being a teacher is not easy. Sometimes I struggle with the desire to control the actions and decisions of my students because I desire the best for them. And I have come to understand that good healthy relationships aren’t built upon dominance and manipulation. They grow from grace and authenticity and time.

be faithful

I think time is frequently overlooked as a key factor in relationships. We want friendships, work relationships and romantic relationships to happen effortlessly. I think we undervalue the awkward moments we will have when we attempt to live life with another person. We want to move past the struggles and skip straight to the good parts. But I have to remind myself that patience and faithfulness produce greater results than commitment only when it’s convenient.

I wondered why I lived in Los Angeles for a solid year after I moved here. I pondered what my purpose was in a place I had no connection to. It made no sense to stay. But I did. In a transient city like LA, it is easy to move from apartment to apartment or from job to job. I think change is good and inevitable, and we need to embrace it. But there is also good in consistency. I think when we find a good place to live, a good place to work, a good community, we should invest ourselves there.

stay. stay. stay.

Recently, I received an email informing me that the international option of the grad school program I am a part of will be postponed another year. I applied with the intention of serving abroad, however, sometime in the first semester, I had decided that I was going to stay even if the program was available. This came as a surprise to me as I had planned to move to Manila for a year and a half. But God kept reminding me of my purpose in LA through working with my students and cultivating community.

A tree can only bear fruit if the roots are grown. This cannot occur if the tree is uprooted all the time. Given, trees do not move unless by human force, but aren’t we a lot like trees anyways?


Rest is originally designed to prepare for busyness. For years I’ve treated it as a result of exhaustion. Meaning, I would desire to rest when I felt out of energy instead of desiring it for energy. I knew my perspective needed to change. This upcoming year is going to be chaotic (part time grad school, part time working) so before my time is consumed with studying and learning and teaching, rest was vital. Here are my takeaways from the day.

I love adventures. I’ve had the privilege to share most of them with my closest and dearest friends exploring brand new places. I cherish those memories immensely. However, I desired to take a trip all by myself without meeting someone at the end of it. I wanted to purposefully plan an adventure. The desire to travel alone sparked a desire to take a day of rest. My sights were Big Sur, but I wasn’t about to go six hours for only a day. I researched other options and discovered southernmost part of Big Sur was only four hours away from LA. It was called Salmon Creek: it included a hiking trail and even a waterfall! A friend suggested Cambria when I asked what was her favorite central coast town. Moonstone Beach State Park was a highly recommended place. After gathering more information, I wrote my plan out in detail. I reviewed it as much as I could leading up and edited minor details. On Saturday September 5th, I left Los Angeles in the early hours, arrived to the trail at noon, departed Big Sur late afternoon, and returned to my apartment around midnight. There were several stops along the way (Mugu State Beach, Starbucks, a gas station in San Luis Obispo, Ragged Point and In N Out), but the main trip consisted of Salmon Creek and Moonstone Beach State Park.

As I shared with my friends about my adventure they asked if I was afraid when I encountered surprises like caves made out of rocks or narrow trails with no one else. I said no. Fear was absent the whole day. I think the reason behind it was the feeling of freedom. Fear holds you back. In the past, it has definitely kept me from stepping out. It has held me in a place of comfort and tricked me in believing that I was safe. But it was freeing to not worry about a time schedule. It was freeing to pull over to the side of the road at a whim. It was freeing to accomplish a feat such as a 6.5 mile hike by myself. I altered my plan several times before the trip and changed my mind during the trip. Certain things I wanted to do didn’t happen, but I didn’t dwell on them. There was no need to consult others about the changes. People-pleasing is nonexistent when you travel alone. No one influences your opinions. I love people, but I’ve come to realize that interacting with people can be emotionally exhausting. As I reflect on the day, I realized how much I rely on others’ thoughts about my surroundings and decisions in everyday life. I also learned I didn’t need to sit down at a coffee shop sipping a latte and writing in a journal to meet with the Lord (which I tend to believe always needs to happen.) My three favorite things in nature were seen in one fell swoop: ocean, mountains, and trees throughout my hike AND drive. “I love California” and “This is so amazing” were two phrases I repeated over and over. The Lord speaks to me in a plethora of ways: through His word, through prayer, through people, and through nature. On my day of rest, He continually loved me through prayer and nature.

I’ve taken many days of rest before, but nothing like this. What I experienced was absolute pure freedom. And it was that freedom that gave me rest.

Here is the playlist I played on repeat during my drive:
Dust- Little May
My Life, My Love- Family and Friends
If I’m Lucky- State Champs
Goodbye- Who is Fancy
Cloudline- Joseph
Take Me There- Trip Lee
Kanye- The Chainsmokers
When I Get Older- Wild Party
Morocco- Moon Taxi
Say My Name- ODESZA
Hanging By a Thread- Aaron Espe
First- Cold War Kids
Changing of the Seasons- Two Door Cinema
Ignition (Remix)- The Wine and the Wave
Unbreakable- Jamie Scott
Belly of the Deepest Love- Tow’rs

If you’d like to scroll through the photos I took during my adventure, visit my VSCO Journal

and if not, He is still good.

there have been countless times in my life when the Lord calls me to do something, only to redirect me in another direction. He asks me to obey faithfully and to trust in His promises. if i am honest, sometimes that’s difficult. it’s difficult to step out of my comfort zone and not be in control. it all comes down to fear. i’m scared of the unknown. i’m scared that the God of the universe has a better plan that i have for myself. i’m scared to let go. but time and time again, the Lord proves His sovereignty, His faithfulness, His unending love.

my last blog post revealed big news in my life. in case you missed it–i have been accepted into grad school at azusa pacific university. i’m participating in the transformational urban leadership program. there are two tracks to the program: los angeles and international. when i applied and accepted the offer, my intention was to pursue the international track. this meant, i would study a semester in los angeles and then depart overseas january 2016. the plan was spend the rest of the program in manila, phillipines. well, now, i have yet another redirection in my life. early last month, i found out that due to low enrollment this upcoming semester, the international program has been postponed until fall of 2016. the biggest change with this news is that i will not be leaving to go abroad in january. i spoke through my options with andrew, the program coordinator. there were several, but this one is my final decision: i begin the program in september as a part time student here on the los angeles track. if the international program is open next fall and if it is still the Lord’s command to go, i would leave january 2017. otherwise, i’m able to finish my degree in here. which meeeeeeeans i’m staying in los angeles for at least the next year and a half!!!

the question most people ask me is how do you feel? and to that, i say, “relieved.” don’t get me wrong, i was willing to go live and learn in manila. i knew i needed to obey. and while it was difficult for me to think about leaving los angeles, i was (and still am) for certain of the Lord’s faithfulness. i was ready to follow wherever because i know He would be with me as He is with me now. but i’m relieved. i’m at peace with this redirection and ultimately, i know that the Lord’s sovereignty will shine through.

it’s easy for me to believe that it was a waste of time and energy to think i was leaving in january. but that just simply means that i lack faith in the Lord’s perfect timing. when i have my own plans and pursue them instead of His, redirections like these will frustrate and anger me. but when i understand that in every moment i am in the palm of God’s hand, i know that this change has a purpose. it is a redirection to know and love the Lord even deeper.

from this, i learned a lesson i apply to other aspects in life: when things are going well, when i have a solid community, when i get that pay raise, the Lord is good. and if not, if life isn’t going as i planned, if i can’t attend that friend’s wedding, if money’s a little tight this month, if no one is pursing a romantic relationship with me, i have to remember– He is still good.