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Create : Buy : Bless


(( hunger 4 ))


So this is what the symbol represents. We’ll explain in a longer post just how it came to be. Wanted you to understand—at a glance—for now. We create : you buy : we bless! Every single necklace, shirt and art print purchase blesses local KC organizations who fight Human Trafficking.

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Patrick’s Heart

For the last year, we have been actively promoting our “h4 : hunger” symbol to fight Human Trafficking. Our latest image “Patrick’s Heart” was created in honor of Mr. Patrick (Pat) Williams. For over 38 years, Pat blessed countless families as a KCMO firefighter.

He fought the biggest fight of his life when diagnosed with not one but *two* types of Cancer. Both are very common in firefighters. I learned in talking with his sweet wife of 17 years, Jenny, Cancer is the number one cause of firefighter deaths. Closely behind at number two is Suicide. All too often, Suicide comes on the heels of a grim Cancer diagnosis.

Discussing the statistics and symbol with Jenny, she observed: the flame is upside down. When a devoted firefighter loses his or her life, the entire family’s world is rocked upside down.

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Every. Single. Element. Has meaning! It’s all steeped in symbolism. Just how we roll 🙂
Want to know what it all means? You’re in the right spot.

h4: hunger 4 … him . hope . healing . help . heaven . home . her
: it’s reclaimed. like these precious women.
gold: these incredible women are more valuable than gold.
turquoise: reminiscent of cleansing water.
purple: the color of royalty. we are daughters of the king!
red: we are on fire to rescue these women. also, color of love.
celestial: god numbers and names the stars. how much greater is his love for us!
necklace form: keep this fight close to our hearts.
shirt: wear this as our armor.
deluxe chain: three-stranded cord isn’t easily broken. god / women / us.

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Power of Prayer

Prayer moves mountains. This h4 / hunger4 project is proof of that. it didn’t dawn on me until about 3 weeks ago: three of our friends had family members abused in one way or another…their names all begin with “h.”

1) One was swept into adult dancing. lured in by false promises.

2) Another was ritually abused by her stepfather and his sick friends.

3) A dangerous addiction led the third woman to prostitute herself.

Freedom is the hope. Our steadfast prayer. We claim it as our divine inheritance, knowing we belong to the victor, Jesus Christ!

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His*Story : How the Journey Started

We were at WinGS (our Parish’s Scripture Study). I had just introduced Rick Roeber (the barefoot Marathon Runner who competes internationally to raise money for charity)…and then sat down in the front row. His discussion was fascinating and I was hanging onto every word. Until God dropped an image on my heart and I started eagerly sketching it out. It was very simple: a lowercase ‘h’ with the number ‘4’ … combined to form a very abstract capital ‘H’. At the time, I understood it to represent ‘hunger for Him.’

That was 1.26.2012 … 5 years, 8 months and 21 days before *anything* was produced to be sold.

My friend came over for a rosary, bringing her 9 year old son. When we were finished praying, she asked me to show her son the symbol. I mentioned that I could envision it being silkscreened on shirts. He, a nine-year-old-boy, suggested we make it into jewelry. Like a leather cuff with metal cutout.

That sketch remained untouched for quite some time. Fast forward many years. A dear friend’s niece started adult dancing. As a teen. We prayed without ceasing for her life and soul. I learned at the time that there’s a very fine line between dancing, pornography and trafficking. She is now married and safely out of harm’s way, praise God.

We were driving to St.Louis shortly thereafter, late at night. God spoke to me. Something that rattled me to my core: “You have NO idea of WHO is in that truck!” Not WHAT. But WHO. I still shudder, thinking about that revelation.

Then again, fast forward several more months. I was in a small group study with a sweet sweet Mama. Her daughter was being repeatedly abused!! She was being subjected to horrendous acts by a birth relative and his perverted friends. Every. Friday. Night!!

It was somewhere along this time that God brought that symbol back to me, and cracked open the larger meaning. Hunger for “Him. Heaven. Humanity. Hope. Healing. Help. Home. HER.”  And with that revelation, the bridge between the symbol and the eradication of Human Trafficking was built.

Somewhere in the mix of all this, I started voraciously reading anything about Human Trafficking. Stats. Rescue Success Stories. Personal Survival Bios. Anything I could get my hands on. I prayed a prayer of protection over my heart, soul and mind, and dug in. Repeatedly.

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Love Does

As I mentioned in my last post, I began voraciously reading every book about Trafficking I could get my hands on. Bethany Wentz wrote one of these such books. “One Dress. One Year. For Freedom.” This high-school student made a black dress, wore it every single day for a year, blogged her “outfit of the day” and shared sobering statistics via that blog, and raised awareness of the epidemic. All the while, she collected donations.

In her book, she mentioned meeting Bob Goff. Internationally recognized as a “Chief Balloon Inflator” through his organization “Restore International.” In his “fundraising” efforts for children in Uganda, he’s a lawyer. That offices out of Tom Sawyer island. For real. I can’t make this stuff up. Check him out by googling “Love Does. Bob Goff.”

His name sounded familiar, and it was only several chapters later I realized that he was instrumental in giving Brandon Heath his start in music. Natalie Grant also maintained very strong connections with Bob.

I finished Bethany’s book one week before my first MomCon experience. A three day “Mama Retreat” conference sponsored by Mothers of Preschoolers. MOPS for short. It was a good 9 months before that I said yes to going, and started fundraising. Even one week out, I hadn’t a clue who was going to be Worship leaders. Speakers. Vendors. Etc. NO CLUE.

The second night, you’ll never guess who the Keynote speaker was: yup! Bob (and his wife, Sweet Maria) Goff. I worked my way to the back of the room at the end of their talk, and literally RACED up the stairs to the Meet and Greet. The line was already quite long, and I found my place. A few minutes later, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. I turned around, and a sweet woman said “I noticed you don’t have a book for Bob to sign. That’s the book buying line over there. I can save your place!”

Swept up with her sweet offer, I told her that my purse was forgotten at the hotel. I didn’t have time to go get it. She nodded, sympathetically, and stepping back in line. Several minutes later, she tapped me again. I turned around to her outstretched hand with a $10 bill. “I think you’re really supposed to have a book. Go get it. On me!” I hugged her so enthusiastically, and shouted “LOVE DOES!” Getting her information, I about fell over, laughing. She just *happens* to live in the same city as my baby sister’s fiance. Promised to call her the next day and return the money.

As I made my way to meet the Goff’s, my toes were never on the ground past that point. I eagerly hugged them both so incredibly excited. As I remember, this is what I breathlessly shared: “My name is Alicia! I make necklaces! Made to eradicate Human Trafficking! I live here in KC! Can I call you and pick your brain???”

They answered with a resounding “YES!”

The next day, I decided to come to the MOPS Marketplace before I would call my new friend and return her money. I hadn’t made my way up the escalator, and I found her. Standing directly in line with me. 5 people out of 3,000 who just *happened* to be right where I needed them to be so we could connect.

Days later, as the conference concluded and we got back to “normal” life, I prepared to reach out to Bob Goff. My heart beat out of my chest the day I decided on calling him. Waited until 2 pm, noon his time, and plopped into the prayer chair. Before my head could talk me out of it, my heart directed my fingers to dial Bob’s number. My heart was beating out of my chest, then plummeted as the voicemail picked up. “Hi! This is Bob. I can’t get to the phone. Why don’t you email me?” and he left his email address.

Although I was initially disappointed, I quickly realized this was better. In an email, I could share the photos of the necklaces and share my greater vision for the project. Imagine my SHOCK when he replied later that same night! And encouraged me to call later that week.
We’ve had several conversations since then. Each time he’s eager to share information and encouragement. Each time, ending the conversation with “Just let me know how I can help!”
The necklaces have now grown to include shirts, and there’s talk of a few more products to come. Every single product blesses local organizations. We are establishing a FB page, soon to also include Instagram and a website. We’re spreading our wings and letting God take the lead!
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Copper Craze

No. I don’t use copper paper, but, rather, actual sheets of copper. Each letterform is die cut with a Cricut machine. Oftentimes, over half get munched or crunched in the process, and they can’t be salvaged. Bear in mind, this is just *one* step in the labor of love! Check out this time lapse to peek at the process: