Time flies when you are riding on God's coat tails

I remember as a young girl being bored and feeling like time took forever.  Days would drag on and boredom was my anthem.  I never liked it and I would go anywhere or do anything to avoid the drudgery. I guess I should've appreciated those quiet boring days a bit more because they seem to be such a distance memory for me these days.  Like...I remember that I used to have time to do silly things like deep clean my house or read a book in its entirety.  I used to be able to dream up more things to do because I didn't have enough to do.  Shut! I had 3 kids before I thought I could be a stay at home mom and not get bored.  Maybe I just have more energy and gusto than the average person, maybe I'm just too intense.  I don't know.  But God does and he has been happy to oblige in filling my life to the brim and maybe even to overflowing. 

I remember, it must've been 2008 or 2009, God told me to enjoy my rest because it was coming to an end.  I really didn't understand that concept because, well, I had never experienced a season that was so full rest would be illusive.  I remember it clearly, but never really pondered what He might mean by that.  Here I sit, 8-9 years later and I'm like the fat kid on the motorcycle screaming," SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DOOOOOOOOOOWN!" Hahaha! Cannoli! God wasn't kidding that my time of rest would come to an end.  I don't mean lack of peaceful sleep at night, though those moments have been readily available as well. I mean that life is soooo intense and sooo in your face that truly, there is no rest.  Each day is filled to the brim and maxed out that there is very little time to think or do anything else.  I have had friendships suffer and I have suffered and my kids have suffered, but praise God we have all survived!! 

The beautiful news is that in this filled to the brim life and days, I see the grace and mercy of God free flowing like a wellspring of life.  He is walking it with me and teaching me and training me and loving me and growing me in so many beautiful ways that I don't think for one second, I would choose to have restful days over these intense ones.  God is challenging me to my core of what I believe and Who I believe and how I believe and why I believe.  If there has been no other time in my life that I have ever loved God so intensely, now is my time.  Now is my time to live what the Bible has taught me.  To face my Garden of Gethsemene and sweat out my pleas as I pour out all who I am to Him and that it may be a sweet frangrance unto Him.  

I have recently felt that God told me there will soon be a time of peace for me.  This season of intensity beyond measure will subside and I will never be the same.  I will be stronger and more appreciative of the rest and peace.  I will draw from it, too, the beauty that God will reveal but I will always find this time in the smelter of God as a powerful and beautiful journey.  I have met intense happiness and intense grief in this time and it is kind of interesting that happiness doesn't seem to stick around as much as grief.  Grief seems to be more of a state of being in human form and my spirit experiences divine joy, and in that joy is where the beauty of grief lies. 

Time flies riding on God's coat tails. 

The hot topic of politics!!

This isn't really a post on what I think or believe about politics as much as it is a small note of encouragement in this crazy political time of a new presidential election.  I think many Americans are nervous about who and what and how and I think it is warranted worry.  However, I know a King who is much greater and much more capable and much more willing to carry the weight of this world…not just this nation.  We can trust Him even when we feel we can't trust anything around us.

I wonder, a bit, if our fear isn't more an issue of our comfort than our journey of salvation.  We have been very protected in this country as Christians, but I would like to remind everyone that we have an enemy that is out to steal, kill and destroy us.  Satan is beginning to be the leading force in our world.  We can look at the amount of murders, sexual slavery and assaults, abuse of children and animals and not to mention that more people seem to desire things that are called "evil." I remember a time that if something was named "evil empire" that it would have only had the underdog of underdogs there and it would be the same people over and over.  Now, it is mainstream.  People wearing the shirts and promoting the business as cool.  We need to be more aware that we are comfortable than fearing the things that make us uncomfortable.

So, no matter what happens this November.  Stand strong.  Keep your head up.  Greater is He who is in you than he that is in the world.  We do not have to fear as Christians.  We need to be wise as serpents and gentle as lambs.  We need to let the Holy Spirit guide us each and every day so that we know that our next move is His move. Be encouraged that Jesus will come and get us and if we die in the mean time…we still WIN!!  :)

Do I still believe in A Dose of Reality?

I wrote a Dose of Reality about 5-6 years ago.  It was published a little over 4 years ago. Why am I just now doing anything to try and get it's message out there? Because I believe more in the principles of it today than maybe I did even 4 years ago.
I'd like you to venture down the road of hellashish trial and tribulations that I've faced in the last 4 years.  It has been blessing and complete trauma on equal dramatic pendulum swings of extreme. In Dec of 2011, Jay and I were working up to 16 hour days everyday to try and get Beauty for Ashes Salon and Colorbar open by Jan 3, 2012.  During that time, my children were just functioning along with us and my daughter grew about 3 sizes in what seemed like a months time. We opened the salon Jan 3 to a slammed appointment book. Yay for business but it made it very hard for me to focus on my new baby business.  I was business scammed in the first month for a $1000 which created a whole new issue of having to close all my business accounts reopen them, change my payment info for each company I did business with.  I moved into the salon fully staffed of 7 people and within the first 3 months, 3 left, leaving us shorthanded.  Jay and I took our first vacation in about 4 years to the beach with the kids in March.  While we were at the beach microwaving our children (Nyah's face swelled shut for 3 days! I needed frankincense but didn't know about it at the time!), the public school my children attended called DHR on us claiming we didn't provide clean clothes for our children. HAHAHAHA! We look like this and that's the best you can come up with?? It was really retaliation against us for making a complaint against them, but talk about ruining a vacation! I was completely devastated.  So when we got home from our little vacation, we had to set up an appointment with DHR.  God totally took care of us and they told us that we wouldn't hear from them again.  The social worker that came out was super kind. More stress.
In April of 2012 (if you go back a read my blog, you will see where I prophesied Rebekah joining us), I got pregnant with baby #4. Yay, but in my first year of business? Good timing God! In November at 36 weeks pregnant, my back went out completely.  By the time I made it to the hospital, my body was basically in shock from the trauma. They had to do a non-magnetic MRI and found out that my discs had ruptured and were compressing my nerves to the entire lower half of my body.  I had to use a walker for the rest of my pregnancy to help hold my back up and so that I wouldn't fall and become paralyzed. They gave me an epidural block to hopefully get me through til I had the baby.  I got out of the hospital on Tues, Wednesday my precious grandmother died and Thursday was Thanksgiving. Friday my busiest stylist threatened to quit on me because she had to work Black Friday. More stress.
I had Rebekah naturally on Dec 31, 2012.  It was my first natural labor and though it was awesome in many ways, I had some mental trauma due to not knowing what to expect.  One week later, Jay's sister in law died of cancer. His brother needed him, so did I. More stress.
In April 2013, my epidural wore off and I was unable to walk again.  In May, I went to see my neurosurgeon, who after 5 minutes of looking at me, demanded we do emergency surgery. That day. As soon as he could get a room. OH NO! I'm on my way to work.... But instead I had to call Jay and tell him to bring the baby so I could nurse her because she had never taken a bottle but I was about to be unavailable.  I was crying and terrified.  I had never had any sort of surgery and much less my back slit open for someone to mess with my spine. I had to come off of any pain meds 3 days after my surgery because it dried up my breastmilk.  I'm still not sure how I did that but Boswellia is amazing. I had to go back to work 2 weeks later because I had 2 stylists leave while I was getting surgery. More stress!
In the fall of 2013, we started our adventure into homeschooling.  My body was in complete meltdown and I was not doing well.  Jay and I had decided to get a divorce because we no longer had it in us to be married.  I was a miserable human being. He was miserable and we hated each other. People kept asking me if I was pregnant and I said,"No. Just still fat from the last one." But right after New Year 2014, lo and behold, I was pregnant with baby #5! (I am now Wyle E Coyote waving my white flag of utter defeat) ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? ANOTHER BABY! I was 31 weeks pregnant at my first maternity appointment.  Not only did I not know I was pregnant, but I had no time to mentally prepare for another baby...and my marriage was falling apart. More stress!
In April 2014, we welcomed baby Shiloh.  She was a sweet little addition to our family.  My natural labor with her was not traumatizing and I healed well. I was back at work 4 weeks later. In October 2014, the Holy Spirit radically moved in and began to completely heal our marriage.  We were enjoying each other more than we had in many years.
In December 2014, Jay died, in front of me, in our bedroom. Are you kidding me?? We just started liking each other! We were just getting to a new place of peace.  We were at a new beginning and about to turn the page on the last few years of complete trauma. We had conquered this marriage thing for a decade.  Devastation beyond what I have ever known!
In 2 days it was 2015 and the hardest year of my entire adult life. I was now a widow with 5 children, 3 who homeschool and a business that I work and own. I could barely complete a full sentence and tears just streamed down my face for about the first 8 months. More stress!
In all this time, through all these things, I never depended on anything but God to make it through.  I am not strong but I serve a strong God.  I am not super but I serve a super God.  I know the weight of the consequences of raising a generation to depend on drugs to fix the hard places and mend our hearts and it isn't worth the cost! I know that when things are so hard and you don't see an end, it seems like it would be the perfect time to get "a little help." My friend, please do not buy the lie! Do not let them win your heart and your family by selling you an easier way.  There is no easy way to make it through hard things.  You must walk one long step at a time.  You must seek God's face and let His divine peace guide you.  Jesus came that we may have life and have it abundantly! Let him work for you!
YES! I still believe in A Dose of Reality. Purchase my book A Dose of Reality to help you on your journey.  I hope it encourages you and that you will come to a new place of fullness in Christ. I share this story for you so that you know, that I understand hardships and wanting to give up. Jesus is fully sufficient for all your trials and tribulations.  Grace will carry you to new places and in the midst, your weakness opens a beautiful place for God's strength to shine through.  Let Him shine! I will encourage you through your journey! Find me on Facebook. :)

ODE TO JAY JORDAN

It has been a year…365 days of post Jay Jordan world.  11:35 p.m. on Dec 29, 2014 I could've never imagined being here, but at 12:03 a.m. Dec 30, 2014, it was a journey I was thrust into.  I entered into the Valley of the Shadow of Death for the second time in my life.  I stumbled and cried my way through many months of regurgitating every detail of our marriage and relationship.  The day that you called me the first time and introduced yourself as though I wasn't going to remember you.  Jay, you were always a presence that no one ever forgot. The night you told me that I was a salad…that I'd be good for you. The days you'd play "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" from the Ramones. The first time you told me that you loved me and we weren't even dating, yet. You had your eyes, heart and life set on me from the very beginning.  Thank you.
You married me with a little dude in tow that you took in as your own without one second thought.  He was as precious to you as I was. Three weeks after we married we were pregnant with Nyah.  You fell in love like you had never experienced.  It was beautiful and you were willing to ride the journey along with me that God gave us to make lots of soldiers for Him.  With each blessing, you fell more in love.  Nyah, then Hammuel and then Rebekah (which you told me that I ruin everything by knowing already) so God threw us a complete surprise with Shiloh! You didn't speak for a week, which was unheard of from you! But we journeyed on with all these gifts. Your heart for loving your children always made me appreciate you, even when I didn't like you. You were a fabulous dad and your kids love you and miss you and honor you.
You were there through all the crazy things that I wanted to do.  You always supported me and journeyed along with me.  No matter how insane or out of the box or impossible it seemed, you helped me pull it off.  God blessed us.  He honored our work together. Every year of our marriage was a challenge!
We fought like crazy.  Frankly, you were a complete asshole much of the time! You were Jay about so many things.  Only someone who was intimate with you could appreciate how difficult that was to love.  Greg told me the morning I called him about your death and he told me that I had managed to love a man that NO ONE else had ever been able to love, even his parents. How true that was and it was salve to my broken heart. You thought like no one that I had/have ever met. It was certainly Jesus who kept this crazy train together!! But you were as dedicated as I was, sometimes maybe more than I was.
You made so many cool things.  You were an artist through and through and I think our artists hearts beat in a beautiful unison.  Sometimes I think that the artwork was one of the uncompleted things in our relationship.  You could fabricate anything.  Your eye for detail and your out of the box thinking made for some awesome creations and Halloween costumes. The art that oozed from your being never ceased to amaze me and help me to appreciate you.
Your love for Christ and others taught me so much.  I had never been around anyone that had such a raw relationship with Christ.  You taught me how to see people for people and not for their presumed merit.  You taught me to love in a new way. A deeper way. Your heart was that everyone could have a peace on this earth, full of torment and devastation, through Christ.  It was beautiful to watch  you love on people that no one else would have even looked at. I was always inspired by the way you loved.
For a while after you passed, I could still see you closely in the rearview mirror.  It seemed like the kids and I were just moving forward and you were watching us go. But I can't look back and go forward.  I rest in the fact that God had your days marked and YOU ARE COMPLETED.  There is NOTHING undone here on this earth for you. I will let you go. You will never be forgotten…even with the good-bye.  You will always be a presence that you made when you created legacies.  I will honor God and keep my face toward Him. God didn't bring me into the Valley to leave me here unchanged and boy! if you only knew how much he has healed in my heart! As I walk out of the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I ponder this...

When Christ went to his grave he had peace and rightness with his relationships. Your obedience to see me as a broken little girl and my obedience to honor and respect you brought perfect peace and healing for our marriage. We bid a final farewell with "I love you."

Love worth having

I went to a Bible study last week and we were discussing the book of Revelation.  I had a light bulb moment!! A true OH MY GOODNESS THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE MOMENT! My last post was about "ride or die" relationships and how I have always had a thing, an attraction, to them.  I never really understood why that was but my "ah-ha!" moment solidified that it was deception and crappy mimicking of truth.
Throughout the Bible, we Christians are referred to as the "bride of Christ" and he, the groom. An imagery of a perfect relationship.  The "ride or die" relationship.  Sticking it out through thick and thin in the name of love.  The perfect relationship.  No matter how unfaithful the bride is, the groom always comes to rescue her.  For love. The perfect unblemished love.  A redeeming and holy love that is really hard for us to wrap our finite minds around. So why all the divorce and corruption in marriage?
AH-HA! Of course….Satan! How did I overlook it??? He has always wanted to be God and since he can't be and isn't, he has nothing left than to be second fiddle, pseudo creator, a twisted mimicker. In Revelation, we are introduced to the anti-Christ and his Babylon.  The sickness of co-dependency.  He needs her.  She needs him. He loathes her and her beautiful seductress ways to the point of destruction. He destroys her. Sound familiar? Well, it does to me!! I have been in that relationship more times than I could have imagined.  The "ride or die" that almost kills you.  The sick mindset that somehow you can love him/her enough to change/help them.  The twisted idea that love is wrapped in sex and lust and somehow it will fulfill, yet at the end of the day we are just as empty as we started. Destroyed. Again. Divorce. Adultery. Shame. Heartbroken. Farther and farther away from the truth that there is a love that isn't sick and that won't corrupt, but a love that is redeeming and fresh.  I see it a lot.  People clinging on to relationships so they won't be alone, because they've already given everything they have, because it seems comfortable.  So many reasons that people are losing hope in a genuinely safe love.  Where are all the good men? Why are all the women crazy? These are the questions I hear seeking hearts ask quite often. Corruption of true love is the answer to those questions.  There is a better answer…
JESUS! He is a redeeming, self sacrificing, forgiving, gracious, merciful, compassionate, honorable, trustworthy partner! He will never leave you with the feeling of being taken advantage of. He is safe to give your all to and fully give in.  It is THE SCARIEST thing to do when all you have ever known is the corruption of a false love and it has wrecked your heart.  See, the goal is to wreck your heart.  Destroy you! Make you feel as though love is unattainable so that you will continue to fall helplessly down the rabbit hole of deception instead into the arms of redemption. It is safe to fall into Christ.  You can trust.  Cannoli! TRUST! That may currently be the scariest term for any person I know.
You are not doomed to a sick co-dependent relationship because Jesus did the work on the cross to prove it.  He died that you may live.  So live in love by walking in His ways and let yourself be loved by Him. Let your heart be redeemed by a genuine and truly deep love that is safe.  Your heart will thank you. JESUS!

Ride or Die

Growing up I always romanticized the "ride or die" relationship.  My first obsession was Syd and Nancy (I'm sure we could psycho analyze that with some serious issues. :) ) I loved "Thelma and Louise" and pretty much all the other relationships that had the "me and you against the world" theme.  In my heart I wanted someone to love me enough that no matter how hard, how ugly, how impossible the situation was, they would never ever leave me.  I longed to know that when I felt the world crumble around me, there was that ONE person who would make it all better.
It seemed that all the relationships in my life failed at this consistently.  My father died, my friends wavered, my ex-husband violated covenant, and then Jay…well, he died too. It wasn't that any of them were "ride or die" folks, it was that they couldn't be who I needed. EVER.  Not one of these people were capable of fulfilling my need for "come hell or high water, we are sticking this out together" because they were just as prone to falling or breaking as I am.  They are fallible.
I do have a "ride or die" relationship though.  It's with Jesus Christ.  I have never been alone in any one second of any trial I have ever faced.  I have had grace to fall and be caught.  I have had mercy to be delivered from serious consequences that could have wrecked my life.  I have been given peace where no peace would've ever been found.  I have been given life in the middle of the valley of the shadow of death.  I have been given restoration to a heart that was broken by seeking a "ride or die" outside of Jesus.  I am thankful and in awe that He is willing to walk every place my heart, mind, body and spirit travel.
So, to whomever I journey this next chapter of my life with.  You are off the hook! I am praying for you; for your heart, mind, body and spirit. You do not have to "ride or die" with me but please "ride or die" with Jesus!

Air balloons and Affairs

What could air balloons and affairs possibly have to do with each other? I know it sounds silly…but I am going to attempt to explain my revelation and hope that maybe, just maybe, it will challenge you in this journey.

Let me tell you about air balloons.  We all have a role to play in this little allegory.  We are either: the balloon, flame, or anchor.  The balloon represents the dreamers, the entrepreneurs, the wild ones. The flame represents the ones who can follow through and lead strongly, the risk takers who weigh things out well, the fiery ones able to captivate a balloon.  The anchor represents the cornerstones. The ones who will never change if they don't have to and can continue to do the same things year after year without being bored. Each element is important in different ways.  There are complimentary parts and excruciatingly painful differences.  If a balloon and a flame marry, well, most likely there will be a long standing sense of adventure that is very satisfying.  If 2 air balloons marry, who's leading? If there are 2 anchors, they will possibly be happy together in their consistency with little change in their future.

But…if an air balloon marries an anchor, there is sure to be disaster ahead! The gigantic scarlet A lies in wait for the victim of…boredom; complacency; death to dreams! The air balloon is a dreamer and must have their dreams fed with fire.  When a couple first meets, dreaming is a natural state to that relationship.  What will the future look like? How many kids? Big dreams on living arrangements and the air balloon is soaring higher and higher and feels excited and compelled and most likely can't get enough of the flame lapping away inside the air ballon's dreams…but then one day, the anchor settles.  The air balloon is ok with standing still long enough to get ready for the next adventure.  The air balloon anticipates the continued journey through life with new views and perspectives and scenery that challenges and paints the eye with an array of images so stimulating that the air balloon is lost in the amazement. BUT the anchor has no intention on going anywhere…maybe ever.  Maybe.  But maybe not.  In time, the air balloon flat and uninspired begins to look desperately for a flame that will make it rise to it's former beauty.  Desperate, the air balloon will go to dark places, the places where affairs happen and steal your dreams and hopes and futures looking for the adventure that it was created for.  It's beauty, of course, never shines more vibrantly than when it is fully inflated by fire.

Never quit dreaming! Never quit feeding the flame of adventure.  Let your spouse be your place of comfort and your  home.  Never make a physical place become more important or critical than the person that you vowed to make first forever.