Being a mom to two small girls changes things. It’s changed things for me.
These girls are wise little sponges of imitation, and they are soaking me up. With these tiny shadows tailing me I can’t help but think long and hard about the kind of woman I am- about what kind of little women I am leaving in my wake.
I remember what it was like to watch my mom. Before it was all said and done, I would admire her, envy her, dissect her, reject her, become her… She was a case study in what it meant to be a woman, and I did not. miss. one. thing.
My girls are no different. They are watching. They are learning. What are they seeing?
I know what I want them to see.
I want them to see a woman who is not afraid to lay down her whole life, her dreams, her daylight (even her body) to nourish the lives of those she’s been given to love; a woman who is not afraid to love Jesus whether or not world that calls her stupid for it; a woman who is not afraid to play and to dance and to enjoy all of the things that she has; a woman who is not afraid to chase down her passions and make space for her gifts; a woman who is not afraid to ask questions and to keep learning and to do all of the hard things that she is afraid to do.
But how do you go about crafting tiny girls into the beautiful/remarkable/empowered women they were created to be when women and girls all around the world are still trafficked, sold, abused, and belittled?
The trouble is, I started listening. I started listening to the things being said about the moms who are selling their girls to brothels because they can’t afford to feed them; about the women and girls fleeing Syria who are being brutally raped as a way of waging war; about the moms who are giving their babies away to orphanages because at least that way they know that they will eat…
You can only listen for so long before the listening turns to aching, which turns to praying, which turns to asking- “Why not us, Lord? Why are we safe and fed and healthy and rich?”
And then the burden of what do I do with all of this?
What do I want my girls to SEE me doing with all of this? It is our responsibility to show them what it looks like to love the world in all it’s broken, icky, painful, places. It’s one thing to sit in church and TELL them that Jesus loved the “least of these” – but to show my baby girls what that love looks like, to get your pretty little middle class children face to face with the world’s poor, that is something completely different. (And I’m not talking about the cleaned-up-for-Sunday-morning kind of poor- Jesus loved the dirty, stinking, desperate, unlovely, vulnerable ones. And He loved them fiercely.)
THESE are the people whose lives I’m meant to invest in. When my girls think back on what their mom was like, on what kind of impact she made on the world, I want them to see a woman that CHOSE to embrace the people that were not easy to embrace.
The Lord is so kind to plant these desires in our hearts, and then to give us the answer to the question He urged us to ask in the first place, right? So in this aching, tired place, this place of searching for a way to make a real and lasting impact in the lives of the 1,000s of women and children that so desperately need hope, and to leave a legacy for my girls, the Lord put “Trades of Hope” right where I could see it, and I jumped in with both feet.
“Trades of Hope” is now my passion, my ministry, my joy, and (incredibly) my job! The idea behind this missional business is really very simple: if you give a woman the tools and the opportunity to provide for her family by earning a living wage she will be UNSTOPPABLE. She will feed and clothe her children. She will send them to school. She will invest in her community and even become a leader in it. She will empower generations of girls to follow after her. And she will BREAK the cycle of poverty. That’s how it works. As a Compassionate Entrepreneur with Trades of Hope I have the incredible privilege to partner with these women, selling their handcrafted items at fair trade prices and creating a market for their products, which empowers them to provide for their families in a way that is dignified, sustainable, and income-generating. The artisans we partner with live in extreme poverty, some have come out of sex work, some live in the slums, others have been acid attacked, or rejected by their communities- but they are brave, they are beautiful, they are talented, and this work is filling their lives with HOPE.
I am seriously honored to be a part of this amazing company, and I have been itching to share it with all of you for quite some time. Also, the jewelry is STUNNING. You can see the pieces up close, and learn more about how you can join the movement at my website or you can always email me at cejolynntoh@gmail.com.
Feel free to comment below with any questions! I have learned so much in recent months about the women we partner with and am so eager to share their stories and to spread the Trades of Hope love with anyone who will listen.
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone stone across the waters to create many ripples.” – Mother Theresa-