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Because I Am Young - Guest Post By Gena McCown 

Because I Am Young - Guest Post By Gena McCown

 

Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech,

in conduct, in love, in faith and in purity. 

1 Timothy 4:12 

 

I was invited to speak at a local church for an upcoming Women's Conference.  There were many emails sent back and forth about the event, but now it was time to have a face to face meeting with the Women's Ministry Leader.  You can only imagine my surprise when I entered the room to find a nineteen year old waiting for me.  It was such an encouragement for me, someone who invests in raising up women into leadership, to see such a young woman in this position.  I was impressed that the church saw her potential and had a willingness to let her lead this ministry.  

I probably stared at her all googley eyed, enamored by the child of God sitting before me.  On the way home I was even praying, “Lord, let there be more like her... nineteen year old women ready to take up the mantle of ministry leadership!”.  After arriving home I had some time to really think about our conversation that day.  Another woman had joined the meeting and after discussing my years of serving in the ministry, she pointed out to me that I had begun as a young leader too.  After twenty years of ministry service, I had forgotten that fact.  Just like someone believed in this young lady, there were people who believed in me. 

Even at the ripe age of forty, I have days where I feel like people look at me and think I am too young to be an expert in my field.  They see my face, they don't see the twenty years of experience that brought me to where I am today.  I have to put a voice to that experience, share my education, etc. all to prove that I actually know what I know.  My mother says that the last born always stays a “baby” in the eyes of their parents.  I often wonder if that is the same in the church.  When your faith journey allows you to grow in front of the church body... can they see who you have become, or do they still see only who you were? 

Whether you are nineteen, forty, or ninety-nine, there always seems to be a least a hint of feeling inadequacy that we battle.  It may because of our actual age or based on our number of years in service, it could be the lack of formal education too.  We begin to doubt ourselves because we are not enough.  But the Lord says that we are more than enough in Him, because He equips us for what He calls us too.  The Word reminds us that even our age doesn't matter to God, who created us for his delight and purposes. 

Jeremiah 1:6-7 reads, “Alas, Sovereign Lord,” I said, “I do not know how to speak; I am too young.” 

But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you.” 

Be encouraged that the Lord can use YOU where you are at.  When Moses questioned God's appointment by pointing out that he wasn't a good speaker, God didn't change His mind.  Paul told Timothy to not let anyone look down on him because of his youth.  Whatever it is that you believe disqualifies you, cast it aside.  When the Lord asks... “Who will go?”, reply “I will.  Send me.”  He will handle the rest.

 

Gena McCown is an author, speaker, teacher and ministry leader who makes her home in Southern Florida.  She is the founder of the Lead Her Women's Conference and leads The Women's Ministry Council.  For more information about Gena visit:  www.GenaMcCown.com)

It Is Well - Dr. Naima Johnston Bush 

Every once in a while, I am overwhelmed by a song that wrings my heart and speaks to the deepest darkest places in my soul.  I came kicking and screaming to Leesville, Louisiana… well, not literally but in my mind, I sure was howling like a banshee.  

But it didn’t take long to realize that this was a place I was supposed to be, a place of rest, healing and most important, of renewal.  I didn’t realize how weak my faith felt, how hard my heart had become, how cold my love seemed to be.  Until I got to a place where no one asked me to do anything except what I believed the Lord had called me to do.  A place where people were truly loving, and the power of God was evident.  I can’t remember the last time I was so captured by the Word, saw miracles and was able to get lost in worship. I can’t remember the last time I was so happy to be around God’s people. 

I’ve been in the valley a long time.  And I didn’t even realize it.  My soul was weary and disconnected from the source.  I have been taught and am of the belief that man is made up of three parts – spirit, soul and body. The body is of course our flesh, our spirit is the part of us that communes with the Lord and comes alive when we accept Christ. Our soul is our mind, our intellect, our emotions.  In other words, my mind was heartsick. 

Recently our worship team introduced me to a new song – It Is Well by Bethel Music. As we lifted our hands that Sunday morning I focused on the words, 

“Through it all, through it all, my eyes are on You! Through it all, through it all, it is well. It is well, with me. Let go my soul and trust in Him! The waves and wind still know His name! It is well with my soul!” 

And I realized that even if people had hurt me or took advantage of me, with Jesus it was well. 

If I felt disregarded or passed over, it was still well. If I had to battle infertility, start the adoption process all over again since we moved, felt like time was passing me by, it was well with me. 

If it seemed like the ministry wasn’t growing, that we were still facing financial battles, if my health was still a concern – through it all it was well. If my loved ones faced sickness and old age, and my dogs slowed down and became elderly, somehow, because of Jesus it was still well with me. This is a truth I continue to grip in the palm of my shaky hands. 

My mind has been restored, my heart has been healed, my hunger for the things of the Lord has become fresh.  My soul is at rest. All because I listened to a song and grabbed a hold of the truth in the words, Jesus is with me – so no matter what, it is and always will be WELL.

I Think I've Been Shot... Or Did I Shoot Somebody - Dr. Naima Johnston Bush 

I've been amazed at the things that are coming out of people's mouths over the last few months. If we prayed as much as we talked, sniped, argued and berated - the nation would be in a different place. I now know why the Lord had me study the book of James so intensely!   I've spoken out of turn more times then I can count, but I'm thankful for the grace of God and the Word of God, which is constantly correcting me and training me. 

Some of you know I keep a list of what I like to call; Dr. Nay's Random Life Lessons and I love to share them with the world.  Now please don't respond if your temper gets tweaked, the Lord teaches me these life lessons usually because I've been guilty of them at one time or another in my own life.  So I'm pointing the finger at me first – hey, then I have three more pointing back at me again cause you can't count your thumb – LOL! 

So here is Random Life Lesson 438… 

Words can be used as weapons.  Be careful how you use them.  You might shoot yourself in the foot.  Ha, you might even kill yourself or someone you care about by playing around with a loaded "word."  So the next time you go to speak remember, "Words don't kill people, people who use them incorrectly kill people."    

James 3:2 - The New Living Translation 
Indeed, we all make many mistakes. For if we could control our tongues, we would be perfect and could also control ourselves in every other way.
 

There's always a time or place to speak, to stand up boldly for the Lord.  But that is not what I'm talking about, I'm talking about gossip masked as prayer requests, attacks hidden under personal opinion, statements that simply don't need to be stated and fact finding that is grounded in falsehood. 

Let's not make our brother and sisters victims of "friendly fire." We're in a war – we're in the army of the Most High God.  Let's aim our weapons in the spirit realm and take the enemy out.  As Christians let's pray more and talk less.  I'm praying daily that the Lord would cover my emotions and help me guard my own tongue. Heck, I don't want the guilt of shooting anybody; I've got enough stuff to repent of already. And I don't want to be shot, seems to me that being shot could be pretty be painful… 

So, that's His word, and I'm sticking to it.

Finding Joy On The Journey 

This is a blog of confessions... I'm big on confessions since I wrote, Confessions of a Big Girl. Today's confession stems from the fact that I like to read my old blogs and see where I am in relation to where I've been.  That's when Ecclesiastes kicks in big time...you know, there is nothing new under the sun.  And so I found this blog originally written in 2010 about two months after I got married.  Who when I wrote this blog, that the scripture reference I used at the time would become my ministry mission statement, that I'd be moving again, this time to tiny town America, that I'd still be working on being a healthier me, overcoming illness and evaluating everything I do to make sure it lines up with the Lord's perfect will for my life? It's the climb baby, and I'd rather climb to see the view for a few moments, trusting that the trip down always leads to a trip back up.

The Climb

I have a dirty confession to make; I own the soundtrack from the Hannah Montana Movie. I know it might sound strange, but I stumbled upon the soundtrack by accident because I went to see the movie on purpose. In my last year of singleness, during the time I lived in Nashville, I came to a point where I was simply ok with being single. I was determined to live my life, have the most fun doing it and reach as many people for Christ as I possibly could. 

So every Tuesday night I took myself to the movies. I never had to justify what I wanted to see, I never had to debate the movie choice, and I never had to share the popcorn. And although I wouldn’t trade my husband and permanent movie date for anything, I will always treasure those times alone in the movies. It taught me how to be with me and to be ok with being alone so I could be a better wife and share of myself freely. 

But back to Miley and Hannah, besides being a cute little movie, the soundtrack to Hannah Montana is brilliantly written. With artists such as Rascal Flatts, Taylor Swift and the writers behind the bubble gum pop songs that Miley Cyrus sings, the song, The Climb is a real gem. 

Tonight while organizing my I Tunes library I found the tune hidden as an unidentified track in my messy musical listings. And I listened to it… several times, thinking again what a powerful song. 

At this moment in time where I am adjusting to being married (now 8 years), taking time to refocus and redirect my ministry, still battling vocal issues (now liver disease) and finding myself back in Ohio helping rebuild a church (now Leesville, LA, where my husband is leading a school), I struggle with what I’m suppose to be doing and how I’m suppose to be getting there. Sometimes I feel so frazzled, pulled in a million directions, called to a million projects trying to figure out what God’s will is for my life. 

And then I remember this scripture: 

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus 1 Thessalonians 5 16-18 

So instead of being frazzled I choose to enjoy the journey. Pause as I climb the mountain and take in the view. I choose today to give thanks when it’s more then difficult, joyful when it is challenging and prayerful to the point that I hear God’s voice so clearly that I know which steps to take as I climb upward like doe on mountain paths and high places. 

Today I am determined to enjoy the climb and sing while I pull myself upward… 

There’s always gonna be another mountain, 
I’m always gonna wanna make it move 
Always gonna me another battle 
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose 
Ani’t about how fast I get there 
Ani’t about what’s waiting on the other side… 
It’s the climb! 

Enjoy the climb, it’s a blessing from God!

Smile! It's Over! 

Just when I thought I was home… the Lord ups and speaks a word and sends me from sunny Florida to tiny town Louisiana.  Yep, Jon and I are now living down on the bayou and it happened so quick I know some of you are still trying to figure out how the heck it happened.  I’m still trying to figure out it happened! 

It just goes to show you that we make plans and God laughs.  And in His laughter we have a choice, will we laugh with Him and enjoy the journey even if it takes us to unexpected places? Or will we cry and moan and be angry that the life we thought we were about to live is now gone? 

Moments like these call for some Dr. Seuss wisdom. “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” 

For three wonderful years we didn’t wear socks in the winter, went to Disney frequently, made a multitude of new friends and saw the Lord sustain through sickness, lack and discouragement. And we never thought we’d leave. As a matter of fact I was just about to purchase my Florida Disney Resident Pass! 

For a couple who are called "the gypsies" by our family, we felt like we had finally found home – oh, we might have left Jacksonville and went on to Orlando or Tampa at some point, but at some moment in time unbeknownst to us, Florida replaced Nashville and became home. 

New Llano, Louisiana, a small town surrounded by the booming metropolis of Leesville… combined the population is about 8,000 people with about 20,000 at Folk Polk, the army base that is a few miles up the road.  This is a town where people wave at me in my front yard as they drive pass, where people introduce themselves to me in the Walmart because they know me, although we have not yet met, a place where we have been truly embraced by our new church family.  It’s so very far from all our big city “villes” Nashville, Jacksonville… now Leesville. This is a town where I have to drive 2 hours to get to Whole Foods... 

How did we get here? It happened in a whirlwind six week period. Jon was offered a position as the principal of Leesville Christian Academy. So totally unexpected, I mean it really was a message on Facebook, a few phone calls, lots of tense discussions, a whole lot of prayer and boom – next thing we know we were packing the house right after Valentine’s Day and waving good bye to Lyle Lane on March 20th. Miracle after miracle paved the way and every door opened before us even though it seemed at times there was a great deal of opposition. 

So here I am adjusting to a new life, a new home, a new church, a new mission again.  I can already tell this is a season of growth and pruning – God has been speaking and I have been listening.  It’s going to be an interesting year with some interesting blogs, I can already tell you that. 

But I do miss Florida.  But I do trust the plan of the Lord and His promise.  Today, If you are facing sudden changes, surprises in life, opposition or the unknown, I encourage you to join me in mediating on the following scripture: 

I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16 
  
And as He leads you smile… beautiful things are in store for every ending is a doorway to a new beginning. 

I'd love to hear your thoughts, come minister to your group or see you over in our Refreshing Life Community if you are not already a member on Facebook. Shoot me a message and let me know how I can be of service or your comments about this post! Message Naima

Free As A Butterfly - Guest Post by Alicia Terry 

In 2001 I accepted a job that I tried to convince myself was the right move for me to make. In short, it wasn’t. What it turned out to be was the worst job of my life. It robbed me of my creativity, visionary thinking and had me second-guessing my ability to even write. I love to write and as someone whose career is based on it this was devastating. 

I felt like my wings were clipped and I could no longer fly. I was forced to stay inside of a cage for someone else’s comfort. I could go so far and inevitably be snapped back into a place of mediocrity and routine. That’s where management was comfortable and that’s when I learned that small minds cannot hold big dreams. 

I looked for another job, but nothing. So I stayed out of necessity (I told myself) and out of fear. I had bills, a car note, a mortgage and no savings. I also stayed because of expectations of others, primarily my parents. I didn’t want to disappoint them in leaving a job without having another one lined up. 

 

Breaking Bad 

It was a miserable existence. I accepted a job that I knew wasn’t for me and allowed myself to remain in a toxic work environment where eventually my spirit was broken. After a year, it came down to an “Alicia, it’s not working” conversation and like that I was out of a job. 

For the next five months all I did was sleep. Winter turned into spring and spring to summer. I was depressed, embarrassed, scared and probably a whole lot of other emotions. It wasn’t until the first day of summer I realized I slept through springtime and that made me angry. I needed to get out of the house to get some fresh air. I’d been cooped up long enough. 

So, my dog Rusty and I went for a walk. The warm sun felt good on my skin and the fresh air rejuvenated me. About a block and a half into our walk, we came upon a beautifully landscaped yard. There was protective netting over the flowers to keep deer from eating them. It was really beautiful and I just stood there taking it all in. 

Something Caught My Eye 

In the flowerbed nearest me something caught my eye. It was a butterfly trapped under the netting trying to get out. It flew up as far as it could and then dropped back down. Up and back down, up and back down. 

I lifted the netting to set it free. Interestingly, it didn’t fly away. It just kept going up and back down as though it was still trapped in the netting. This continued until the butterfly eventually stopped in the street not too far off the curb, but far enough out to potentially get ran over by a car. 

I started to pick it up to get it out of harm’s way, but I had an overwhelming sense that I was to leave it there. I struggled with this decision, but I couldn’t deny the overpowering veto in my gut. So I left it there and continued my walk. 

All I could think about was going back to save the butterfly. The thought of it getting run over pu

t a knot in my stomach. As we headed back home, I was afraid I would find it squashed in the road. I had such a sick feeling. Thankfully, when we came to the spot where I last saw the butterfly it was nowhere to be found. I concluded it had flown away. 

What’s It All About? 

I knew this was something more than a random experience, so I asked God what is it all about. Here’s what He immediately spoke to my spirit: 

So many of My people remain in bondage when, in fact, I have already set them free. They don’t realize they’re free and therefore don’t live in the fullness of life that I’ve provided for them. They continue to live in the old pattern of up and down, up and down. But like that butterfly, they need to realize they are free, gather up their strength, and get back to being who I called them to be and doing what I called them to do. 

Life’s situations and circumstances can easily lock us into a pattern of up and down, up and down. We can remain conditioned by the world’s system, or, like that butterfly, we can spread our wings and fly according to God’s plans and purposes for our lives. 

Which will it be? 

 

 

Alicia Terry is a communications marketing and training professional. She is also the owner and founder of Idea Haven, a training and development practice serving entrepreneurs, teens and women. You can learn more about Alicia at aliciaterry.com and connect with her on Facebook.

I Don't Deserve It - Creating Reward Systems 

I Don’t Deserve It 

If I lose ten pounds, I can have a bowl of ice cream… why? Because I deserve it. I’ve worked so hard to get this weight off I deserve a little treat, don’t I? Or do I? I have spent years setting up systems and challenges to reward myself for a job well done. Motivation is a tricky thing, especially in my line of work, where it seems like you are always sowing and waiting with baited breath for the reaping to begin. 

How many times have you used a system of giving yourself a treat when you accomplish a goal, meet a deadline or overcome a problem? Better yet, how many times have you used a system of rewards to entice a loved one to comply with your directives? 

You know, “Little Johnny, if you get all A’s this semester, I’ll give you $10.00 for every great grade!” 

Incentives are good, but they can become counterproductive when they lead you back to the very behavior you are trying to overcome. What if no matter how hard Little Johnny tries he needs a tutor and gets a C in math? What might be bright Little Johnny’s response to not only your reward system, but to the problem itself? Little Johnny might just blow you off and do what he wants to do, or he might feel like a failure and struggle with self esteem and confidence in this area, or he might get mad and start to act out. All of those responses are not very healthy ones. 

I had that revelation a few days ago when I found my hand stuck deep down inside a bag of chips. Why was I rewarding myself with the very thing I was trying to overcome? It’s like saying I’m going to pay off my credit card bills and then after doing so running out and buying something you don’t need but want because you’ve been handling your money so well. Until now, because you used that same credit card to make a purchase to reward yourself! And what if that small purchase that you deserved turns into those shoes that were on sale, that comforter that was marked down, those nightgowns that were buy one get one free? 

I had to face the truth, at least this was my truth. I didn’t deserve the reward, because to many times the reward that I had selected had turned into a spree. Rewarding myself was an excuse for me to be undisciplined. To act in ways that were not good for me, to engage in old habits and yes, to even be disobedient to the will of God for my life. I was Little Johnny, sometimes not caring, sometimes feeling defeated, sometimes angry that this was my cross to bear. 

Proverbs 25:28 says, “Like a city whose walls are broken through is a person with no self control.” 

Aw, the undeniable, ever truthful, smack you in the face, word of God. 

Thinking I deserve something that catapults me back into the very things I’m trying to gain victory over is nothing more than functioning with broken down walls, without a trace of self control. So, I have resolved that I don’t need to reward myself. What I need to do is plan time to unwind in my day because I am busy and sometimes I need to tune out with Flea Market Flip. I need to get back to my Celebrate Recovery Meetings, everybody needs somebody to talk to and to hold them accountable. And finally, I need to schedule those foods that I deem as “treats” into my life. I’ll have ice cream cake on my birthday, no need to use it as a reward for losing ten pounds. 

And most importantly, I will remember that although I actually deserved death, the Lord loved me so much that His death declared that I deserved life. And being obedient to His perfect will should be the only reward I seek.

3 Tips To Finding More Joy - Zuppa Toscano &Olive Garden 

Joy. Even if we don’t admit it, we want more of it in our lives. I’m on a great quest to have the most joyful life that I possibly can. A million dollars would make me extremely joyful, but the older I get and the more I experience, the more I realize that joy does not come from riches – although riches would be nice! 

I find that chasing and obtaining joy is a choice – one that I sometimes fumble, clutch and cry hysterically while laughing. I found myself in such a position this week over the execution of a simple recipe. This week’s lesson on living a joyful life all began with my consuming desire for Zuppa Toscana Soup from the Olive Garden. And since I don’t have a million dollars, I figured I better learn to cook it myself so I could eat it whenever I wanted. 

I bought all the ingredients, from Whole Foods no less, and that simple soup which would have cost me $9.99 for unlimited bowls, salad and breadsticks came to a whopping $22.00 worth of ingredients. But I didn’t complain, there would be left overs and there would be enough to feed me and Jon so I was already coming out ahead. 

It wasn’t until I sat down to cook that the fun began. I cut the potatoes and promptly knocked over the entire bowl. Potatoes flying everywhere and covered in dust and dog hair. I didn’t have enough chicken broth, so I wound up mixing it with beef broth. I had to keep adding salt and it just didn’t taste good. It was brown and bland and I was already having one of those days… and in the long list of other things that had happened that day that I can’t even go into because this would become a five page essay, I once again decided I had two choices. Give up and throw in the towel. Or rejoice in the effort, praise the Lord and use some ghetto ingenuity. Jesus and Ghetto fabulous won out. 

I followed the rest of the directions and then did what any other gourmet chef would do. I tossed in two tablespoons of butter and grated a half of block of Cadmont Sharp Cheese into the soup, added more cream, pepper, garlic and salt, then chopped up the sausage and threw it in to simmer. Yes… cheese and butter make everything taste better and Jon Bush ate two bowls and put some up for work. And I knew he really liked it, we have the type of marriage when one doesn’t like something the other has bought or made we tell each other. After Christmas, we were both exchanging gifts that we had bought each other – LOL. 

Joy, it can be elusive but cooking that darn soup taught me three specific things about the journey to joy that I want to share with you as we go into the new year. 

Find things that have nothing to do with what you usually do to pursue as a hobby. I just started seriously cooking. And I mean seriously, like learning about rues and sauces and marinades. I’ve mastered Brisket, Beef Stew, Quiche and now I make a mean Zuppa. Sometimes learning new things is frustrating but a journey to joy can’t always be filled with victories. Embrace the detours, learn to improvise and laugh when you drop the potatoes. 
Cheese makes everything taste better. Except replace cheese with prayer. Prayer makes everything better. A joyful life is filled with prayer and while engaged in chopping, stirring, grating and tasting, you can also engage in conversation with the Lord. He’s listening and He’s watching, and He loves to hear the sound of you voice. He may even give you some advice on how to make the dish – or your life, even better. 
Don’t be afraid of end result. The worst case scenario with my Zuppa adventure would have been that it would have been so bad that we couldn’t have eaten it. I had already forewarned Jon that this might be the case, so he came in prepared to cook some oven baked fried shrimp, wipe my tears and encourage me to tackle Zuppa another day. And there have been days like this. You can’t think about the money that was wasted or the time that was spent when you could have been doing something else… no, you have to jump in and try – that’s what finding joy on the journey is all about. 

So Zuppa is in the books as mastered dish. Next up creamed spinach! 

I’d love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to shoot me a message or leave me a comment. And If you’d like my Zuppa Recipe let me know!

I Didn't Finish Strong! 

 

November came and I realized I'd gained five pounds! Yikes! I looked over my goals and realized I missed a few! Ugh! I had started a new business and was behind on learning the ropes. I was nowhere near finishing the Prayer Journal I was working on.  

I mean I was busy, 2017 has had some triumphs but as the end of another year dawned I wanted to make sure I had hit the mark! So I did what any other occasionally nutty overachiever does. I put together an 8 Week "Finish Strong!" Challenge for my Facebook group. 

Honestly, I started the Challenge strong and then I puttered out. I left those who said they wanted to go on the ride with me hanging, because every time I sat down to work on the plan, there was a new fire to put out, graphic design dramas, new business glitches, blogging issues, an unexpected trip. I wasn't dealing with it well. I finally threw up my hands, did what I could and limped through November. 

Revelation came when I threw up my hands... Hand held high are often a sign of surrender and in surrender comes great peace and in great peace comes great quiet. When you are surrounded by great quiet you can hear the smallest whisper. The Lord whispered when I gave up. Quality not quantity is what people need. Do less, do it better and be more consistent, that's what changes lives. Take time to seek the Living God and rest in His Presence.  

So I didn't finish strong in 2017, I left some things on the table, some things fell through the cracks, I had to let go of some things, forgive

 

some folks, forgive myself. I started some projects that just didn't get finished, but I'm OK with that. Because what's the point of pressing to finish when there was no real purpose, or joy, and forcing yourself to try was never God's plan? 

When I threw my hands up, I was able to refocus my health and wellness activities - back to smoothies and walking miles. I found a renewed passion for the Word and am spending more time reading, studying and seeking intimacy with the Lord.  I'm rolling into 2018 with a very explicit instruction - Quality as defined by the Lord over Quantity that I think is beneficial.  

Yep, I admit it, I didn't finish strong, but I am all the stronger for it! 

Much Love!  
Naima 

If this blog blesses you, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Feel free to drop me a note or share your comments on my social media sites! And we are now booking for 2018, if I can be of service through music or speaking please contact me! Email Naima

The True Reason For Eating Clean Part One - Casey Sollock 

One of the biggest frustrations I hear from women is that they have a hard time hearing from God. Though they earnestly seek His guidance, they sometimes can’t find it. 

Does this sound familiar? 

It’s not that He’s hiding; it’s that there are too many things creating static on our line of communication with Him. It’s like when you’re on a call with someone and all the sudden the only thing you hear is white noise. You’ve lost connection. 

We want clear communication with God so He can guide our steps as walk out our purpose here on earth. As we’re moving through life, we need to continually ask for direction from heaven. 

Our responsibility, no, our privilege, is to maintain a clear channel of communication. So often that channel gets muddied. Static on the line! White noise. Then it becomes near impossible to hear the whispers of our Maker. Yikes. 

What creates the static on the line? 

1. Stress 

2. Processed/packaged fake foods 

3. Sugar 

4. Lack of hydration 

5. Lack of nutrition/nourishment (God food) 

 

While those things muddle up our communication heavenward, they also mess things up for our earthly body. It shows up as… 

1. Excess weight 

2. Chronic health issues and disease 

3. Aches/pains 

4. Lack of energy 

5. Lack of confidence 

6. Emotional issues like depression, anxiety 

7. No zeal for life. You almost feel like a shell of yourself. 

 

So, how do you reclaim your health in order to re-establish your heavenward connection? Great question. Glad you asked! 

It’s definitely not a quick fix or about taking a pill. 

It’s about cultivating a new lifestyle. 

It’s a journey of re-connection with self and with God. If you take a pill or opt for a “quick fix,” you’re missing out on this beautiful journey of re-connection. (Also, a ‘quick fix’ isn’t a lifestyle and you’ll fall back into old habits immediately…) 

 

Here are some practical steps to reclaim your health and clear the static on the line to God: 

1. RENEW YOUR MIND. A new lifestyle of healthy eating first starts in the mind. Your thoughts control your actions. Your mindset is imperative for creating the health you desire. We want high-vibrational thoughts and ideas inhabiting your mind. There’s a lot incorporated into this step. 

First, no more negative self-talk. No more fighting with your body. This creates stress in the body and pits your mind against your body. We want your mind, body, and spirit to work TOGETHER to create the health you deserve. It’s the only way. 

Next, be conscious and intentional with your daily choices. No more autopilot. Be mindful when you’re eating and think about why you’re eating. Listen to your body. Third, check your beliefs. Most of us have old beliefs that are keeping us stuck or preventing us from creating the health we want. Things like, “I’m too old,” “I don’t have time,” “There are too many things already wrong,” “It’s too expensive,” “It’s just in my genes, I have no control,” “I’ve always been this way, so I’ll always be this way,” “It’s too hard,” etc. It’s time to re-write your beliefs so that they are supportive of where you want to go with your health. 

“Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will.” Romans 12:2 

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.” Philippians 4:8

Next Steps...

This week focus on renewing your mind so you can clear the static on the line!  Join us next week for the conclusion of this article, three more great tips and a great smoothie recipe for you to try!

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