Is sharing your faith embarrassing?

Is sharing your faith embarrassing? Ok, so I know I haven’t been blogging properly recently cos I’ve only been talking about Human Trafficking and raising awareness for that. But God put this on my heart. So here’s a different blog post.

I’m 14 years old. I’m going through teen years being different to everyone around me. I’m homeschooled. I’m a bit of a nerd. Compared to my friends I’m poor. I’m loud. And above all that I have two different friend groups. One is a Christian group and the other is a Non-Christian group. A little while ago I would have been affected by what people thought of me. I would care if someone said I was a nerd. I would be upset if someone bullied me for the person I am. But that’s because I wasn’t confident in who I was in God. but things have changed. I’m not embarrassed by who I am. I’m going to be homeschooled for the next two years at least. Who cares? I don’t. I’m a bit of a nerd. Once again, who cares? I don’t. God has given me a brain that is different from others. If I look poor or sound nerdy or geeky, I don’t care. Because that is how God made me. Compared to my friends I’m poor. In money. But you know what I have? I have a dad who comes home at night. I have a mum who devotes her entire life to me and my siblings. I have an older brother who loves me and would do anything to protect me and my reputation. I have a twin who would rather have me by her side whilst she is annoyed at me than not have me at all. I have two little sisters who refer to me as ‘Supersister.’ I have friends who accept me for who I am. I don’t feel the need to change to fit society’s standards.

A year ago if someone asked me about my faith I would sorta cringe and mumble something about going to church and praying everyday. But that really wasn’t enough. Church was sunday school. And praying? I wasn’t doing that properly. I was always praying meaningless prayers like ‘help me win this.’ I wasn’t praying for other people and I definintly wasn’t spending time in God’s word. Then a change happened and one of my new years resolutions became to build a relationship with God again. You might have thought that, being the person I am, I would have had that one knocked off within a few weeks. Er think again. I started to kick start my writing career and that’s when I forgot about my build a relationship with God resolution. Then someone started bullying me and there was only so much adults could do to fix the damage. They could stop the person bullying me. They could tell me that all he said was untrue but really, the hurt was more than skin deep. I had to forgive him but I didn’t know how. Because what he said about me broke my heart. It knocked me down. And it was then that I turned to God. I was crying at 9 at night and just saying to God, why me? Why? Why God? Have I not suffered enough? (I went through a tricky friendship last year.) What was His answer? He said, Charlotte, I’m teaching you a lesson. I’m helping you prove your strength to those who think you can’t. And above that, I’m bringing you back to me in MY time. It was at that point I started reading Psalms. And I began to do research into what God says about treating your enemies. And that is when everything began to fall into place. God had taught me a valuable lesson. If I care about everything people say about me then I will never be able to stand up and tell nonchristians about God. If I care about how people see me then I will never be able to turn to a stranger and say, ‘can I pray for you?’ If I am embarrassed I won’t be able to live God’s plan to its fullest.

God had a valuable lesson to teach me that day. He wanted to teach me that if I care too much about what people think, then I’m missing a valuable quality that will help me tell Non-Christians about the one man who was willing to give his life for us. I don’t care anymore about how people see me. And about a week after that a boy at the local skatepark turned around and said, ‘Why are you a Christian? God isn’t real.’  And I found that I could stand there and say, Because I have a faith. Because I am alive. Because HE. IS. REAL. 

I could have chosen to just say, ‘I don’t know.’ or I could have changed the subject. But no. God had different plans. He was equipping me for that experience because once that had happened, I wanted to know more. I wanted to share my faith more. And you know what, I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Because God is good. And God has a plan. And that plan will never fail you. God will never fail you.

So is sharing your faith embarrassing? No. This is a simple answer. You can’t be scared to stand in the middle of a skatepark or shopping center  and say to that person that God is good. Jesus wasn’t scared to stand in the middle of the street and be told that he was going to die. He wasn’t afraid to hang on that cross and say, ‘Lord forgive them. They know not what they have done.’ Jesus wasn’t afarid, so why should we be?

Be Their Freedom

Thay are trapped by chains and bars

They are trapped in buildings and the back of cars.

Blood stains the floor, tears stain the cheeks

As days of captivity turns to weeks

A small bed, where children huddle in fear

More on the floor, crying for the mother who isn’t near.

It’s not just the children affected by the dark

Teens and adults alike are torn apart.

Used to make a profit, a sum of ninety

But then they’re locked away again, never free.

They cry for freedom, they don’t want to be a commodity

But the people they cry to don’t seem to hear. Those people are you and me.


Once again this post is about Human Trafficking. The name of this post is Be Their Freedom, which I believe we should be. There are 7.442 billion people on the earth today. 27 million are in captivity, their lives taken away by Human Traffickers. That leaves 7 billion, 415 million people who aren’t in captivity. Who aren’t subjected to torture and coerced into doing stuff they don’t want to do. That’s enough people to stop Human Trafficking if even half of us join together and make a stand. Because we have a voice. So let’s be their voice. We have a life. Let’s give theirs back to them. We have freedom. So let’s be their freedom. We can save them, it is possible. Just look at Matthew 19:26, because it’s true. With God all things are possible. Even the abolition of Human Trafficking. 

Just a Child

She’s just a child

Her blonde hair wild,

Dirt mars her sweet red cheeks

She’s been trapped for weeks.

He’s just a boy

His emotions have been used like a toy

He works hard, day and night.

He’s too weak to put up a fight.

Both had a family, a mum and a dad.

But there’s the cursed word ‘had’

They lost all they had that day in the park

When a greedy man tore the families apart.

A girl who must please a strange man.

A boy who must work as hard as he can.

Twenty-four hours with little to eat,

Even if they escaped they wouldn’t be able to make ends meet.

Stolen at 5, one of them is dead by seven.

But she’s free now, the boy lives to eleven.

Teens and young adults are not the only ones affected by the trafficking industry. 1.8 million children are taken and used globally. These children can be as young as infants. But to those who take them, age doesn’t matter. So long as the child can give them money they actually don’t care. Child slaves don’t get mercy because of their age. One child can serve up to 1,500 clients in one year. This needs to stop. Every minute two children are sold, that’s an estimate of 120 children whose lives are ruined in one hour. The current odds of escape: 1 in 100. 

Look around you. Maybe you have children? Or little brothers and sisters? They play freely, laughing and smiling. They don’t have to worry about what will happen if they don’t do what the man asks them. Now think of the children, the same age as the children around you, who eyes are dull. Who are so sad that their only smiles are fake. Who has a 1 in 100 chance of freedom. They don’t deserve that. No one deserves that. But what can you do? Pray. Remeber those the children as if you are chained with them. because, despite what we see and know, this is happening right now, this minute. 

Trafficked, a short story.

Chrissie looked at her phone, wondering why Jake hadn’t texted her today. Looking up at her mum who had asked if she was ok, Chrissie replied with,

“Yes Mum, I’m fine.” Chrissie cringed at the lie but knew she couldn’t tell her mother about her 23-year-old boyfriend. Chrissie was a tall, insecure, blonde just 17 years old and she was sat by the window, pretending to do homework. Instead, she was staring at her phone camera, trying to imagine herself looking like the pretty girls and models her friends and family seemed to prefer to her. All of them apart from Jake. Thinking about him brought a smile to her face which was soon replaced by a frown. Her phone pinged and she looked down and saw three words displayed under Jake’s name. Meet me now. 

“Mum? Can I go out, please?” She asked. Her mum who was on the phone nodded absently minded and Chrissie jumped up. Minutes later found her walking towards her boyfriend, who looked relieved to see her.

“Babe.” he greeted her with a hug.

“Heya.” She replied. Smiling she took his hand as they walked towards his car. “What are we gonna do today?” Jake shifted uncomfortably.

“I need you to do something for me.” He said. Chrissie’s eyes grew wide as he explained the task.

“I can’t do that Jake.” She protested. Jake grinned grimly,

Well, I’ll just have to tell your mum about the intimate details of our reltionship. You really don’t have a choice.” He threatened, opening his car door.


This short story only highlights a small part of the Human Trafficking industry. In the story, Jake is the man who has preyed on a young, insecure girl, Chrissie and is now blackmailing her into doing things against her will. Each year over 800, 000 people, mainly girls, succumb to the same treatment as Chrissie. They slowly begin to die inside and there is little hope of 99 percent of them to be rescued. I, and many others, are fighting to stop that. Traffickers prey on younger people who are homeless, isolated or just lonely. They reach out to them through friends and Facebook. In most cases, the trafficker is a boyfriend, friend or a member of the victims family. Trafficking is growing and needs to be stopped. Girls like Chrissie don’t deserve to be in captivity and men like Jake need to be stopped because after Chrissie isn’t of use anymore or no longer puts up a fight he’ll turn to different girls. Then more lives will be lost. I want that who read this to take action today. Just a simple thing. Read Hebrews 13:3 and pray for those victimized by trafficking industry. It’s the least we can do. 


They are trapped in a pit of their own dirt,

Used to know love but all they know now is hurt.

Looking through a crack in a wall,

knowing they’ll die if they break a single rule.

Hands tied, nowhere to go,

They have been a slave so long it’s all they know.

A boy who has to carry bricks all day,

A girl who must please a man, they can’t run, they must stay.

Another dark day in a mine,

Another faceless stranger leaving her crying.

They need someone to stand up for their lives,

They want someone to listen and break the lies.

Caught up, they can’t get free,

They are needing help from you and me.

I wrote this poem about Human Trafficking, a phenomenon that is rocking the world today. It is something I feel strongly about and am working to stop. No person should be sold, an item to be traded, someone’s commodity. No person is worth only $90, every person is priceless. What strikes me is people either know about this crime or they don’t and even if they do it is such a big thing that they don’t know what to do. I’m choosing to stand up for those in captivity, the countless who seem to have no hope. Because I’m free. I’m loved. And I believe that every person deserves that, no matter what has happened to them. 


Today I want to write about a guy who really inspires me. His name is Nate but his stage name is NF. He is a rapper who is a Christian. Not a Christian rapper, a rapper who is a Christian. I’m currently listening to his music as I write this and I’m smiling because his music inspires me and motivates me to follow my dreams, because, when he was my age, he was told he couldn’t do it and that he should get a real job. He didn’t listen to those who said that.

I was told recently that I couldn’t do it but I just thought back to what NF had said about it ‘turning the haters into my motivation.’ (Lyrics from Understand, NF) And I thought, let’s prove this guy wrong. Let’s show those people who think I can’t that I can.

I love rap. I happen to be one of the only people in my family who actually like rap. I rap all the time and love to memorize raps. I can rap 145 words in 15 seconds and it really helps me when I’m down. When I first started listening to rap I didn’t know many people who rapped but didn’t swear. So I looked up Christian rappers and I found people like TobyMac, faith-child, and lz7. (All of whom I have now met. :)) but there still seemed to be something missing. Their raps were quite calm and, for me, pretty slow. Then I saw a suggested video on youtube. And thus began my ascent into to NF fandom. The first song I ever listened to was Wake Up. Then I started listening to more of his songs and then I memorized Intro. That was fun.

NF went through a lot in his life and his music is written around those experiences. He is a good guy who truly loves his fans. He isn’t fake, he won’t talk trash behind someone’s back. He’s open and doesn’t pretend to be someone he isn’t. He is an inspiration to me and his music has helped me be more original.

I was talking to my sister about NF on the way to the shops to get food. Now, she’s 8, but somehow she still manages to be sassy, childish and wise at the same time. She listened to me talking about NF and then she turned around and she said,

“He’s your hero.” I had never thought of it that way before but I guess she’s right. There aren’t many people I aspire to be like, I only have a few heroes. My Mum, My Dad, my drama teacher and, now, I’ve just realized, NF.

  1. 1.
    a person who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.

The above is the dictionary definition of a hero, and for me, personally, NF fits the criteria really well.

So who are your heroes? Who inspires you? Who do you aspire to be like? Because those are the people who will shape the way you grow but just remember, aspire to be like them whilst being like YOU.


Hi, sorry I haven’t blogged recently. We started summer holidays and then the wifi broke down but I’m back now! And today I want to talk about a song. This song is called Priceless by For King and Country.

For King and Country are two brothers, Joel and Luke Smallbone, who are working wonders through their music. They are a Christian pop band and their song Priceless was written specifically for their film, Priceless, which is about human trafficking. But the song itself isn’t about human trafficking. The song is about how you are priceless no matter what.

The For King and Country campaign against human trafficking is what inspired me to write a novel about that exact subject. And then another one. They are an inspiration to me, not only because they are good christian men, but also because they aren’t afraid to stand up for what they believe. They aren’t ashamed to stand on stage and say, “Every girl is priceless. No matter what they did, who they are or were. They are priceless.” They are standing up to one of the biggest crimes in the world today and they trust that God will take them places and that He can change the cruelty of men and women who take other men and women for money. And He can. I believe that God can change a heart through a simple touch. Or a word or even a song.  They trust God above all and believe that He is all powerful and willl never ever leave them.


I think that the song Priceless is a very isnpirational song for girls and it was also the turning point of my life. Last year I saw For King and Country live for the first time in the UK. I heard Priceless live on stage and as I listened tears were pouting down my face because I needed to hear the words they had to say. I needed to hear those lyrics, otherwise, I wouldn’t be the girl  I am today. Their strength and commitment to making a change in the world inspired me to stand up for what I believe. They inspired me to begin a change in the world, smilig at starngers, raising awareness for human trafficking. All because of one song. One message that God had planned for me to hear before I even knew it.

So if you are male or female and need encouragementg, or to know that God still loves you, go check out the song Priceless. For all you know it could be the turning point of your life.