• Fit & Faithful,  Healing Harbor

    Ding Dong the Witch is Dead

    Remember the scene from The Wizard of Oz where the house is in the middle of a twister? Winds rage, the foundation is shaken, cracked, all possessions are being tossed to & fro. Dorothy observes her greatest fears within the wind just before the house comes to a crashing halt landing in munchkin land. This is a clear depiction of the my life leading up to my wilderness season. Storm Warning Looking back I can now perceive the many warnings God presented but my “christian” to-do list deprived me of my sight & disabled my discernment. My structure was not standing upon a firm foundation, I was not at all…

  • Fit & Faithful

    Desolate Wilderness: Part III

    “I can see the ivy, growing through the wall; ‘Cause you will stop at nothing to heal my broken soul.” Kari Jobe, “The Garden” Healing is a difficult process. I would love to tell you that once I had explanted my breast implants that I was miraculously healed (it definitely would have felt better at the time) but the fact that I wasn’t created an even larger miracle that I can share & warrants even greater glory to God! Physical symptoms began to disappear immediately as I previously shared through photos, but, deeper issues remained. A pit; mentally I was in a deep cavernous pit. Anxiety had consumed me. For…

  • Healing Harbor

    My Cultivated Life

    Written: January 2018 My cultivated life, would be one deeply rooted in Jesus Christ, saturated by God’s truth & promises. My cultivated life looks like quiet time with the Lord each morning, devoted time to war room prayers; fighting the battle through prayer, petition & thanksgiving. My cultivated prayer life looks me praying on my knees for my husband, our marriage, each one of my beautiful babies, my family, my friends, my community, my church, my world, my government, the return of Christ. My cultivated life looks like journaling: prayer & gratitude. My cultivated life looks like me anticipating the return of Christ, being prepared, my lantern is full, fresh…

  • Healing Harbor

    A Letter to My Body

    Written 12/13/2017 To My Body,  Today we took a shower. It has been less than 48 hours since I tortured you once again. Less than 3 years ago I violated you. I told you, you weren’t good enough while I looked at you with disgust. I had tried for years to make you different, like someone else. I dressed you uncomfortably & forced pads & underwires to increase where I felt you lacked. I misused you to feel loved. I exposed you for attention. Then I took it even further, I forced you to sleep & let another forcefully insert foreign objects into you thinking they would complete you, they…

  • Fit & Faithful

    Desolate Wilderness: Part I

    You know the term late bloomer, well, I was more of a “never” bloomer. I always felt self-conscious about the lack of chest size, I would even wear a padded bra under my sports bra when I played soccer so I wouldn’t look so flat. Most of us can think of something right off the bat that we dislike, or would change, about ourselves. Breast augmentation was something I joked about often. As I was pregnant with each of our 3 children I would marvel through the pain of milk production because for a short time I had size C breast. After delivery I would deflate right back into reality.…

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