Stroke Confirmed…

On Thursday, May 9th, the CT Scan showed all clear. On Friday, May 10th, the MRI showed TIA also referred to as a mini-stroke. The ultrasound on my legs showed no blood clots and the ultrasound on the front of my heart showed a PFO (a small hole). Instead of leaving Friday, I would be staying on until Monday for another test that would show the back of my heart. This would require me to be put to sleep but not under sedation. I was dead set against this test as thoughts of my mother being put to sleep for surgery and never waking up again came rushing to the forefront of my mind. I would not go through with it and yet I knew I had to. If I wanted the whole truth of what was going on with my body, I would have to get all the details and the only way to do that would be to have the test.

Fear is deadly, it grips you in every way you can imagine. It holds you hostage and that fear had me bound as I lay in that hospital bed. I’d doze off and a panic attack would set in. So I would determine not to sleep. I was afraid that at any given moment, another stroke would happen and it would be far worse. I feared that the exact scenario that happened to my mom would happen to me and I lay there and cried.

Saturday came and went . My blood pressure was still not elevated to what is considered high and as the Doctors spoke to me, a picture began to emerge. They don’t feel the stroke was blood pressure related, but stress. My cholesterol is high and yet they never said I have cardiovascular disease. At any rate, I immediately knew what happened and how I contributed to this happening to my body.

Sunday, Mothers Day 2019…I’m in the hospital and I’m ok with that. I would have loved to have been home with my grandson and family, but I was finally calming down a bit and dealing with what was to come on Monday. That is until my baby sister walked into my hospital room. I cried like a baby because now I knew I was not alone, nor were my children. She would ask the questions I couldn’t remember to and explain to the kids what was going on and finally she would just be the extra support we all needed. I saw the same fear in my daughter’s eyes that my mother saw in mine and my sister brought a bit of peace along with her.

We laughed, they ate, we talked, we laughed some more and on Monday, I went for the test and then we had even more answers into what happened and why.

I Would Have Never Imagined…

The day…Thursday, May 9, 2019. I awoke at 5:30 am and lay in bed, grateful for another day. I smiled, looked at the ceiling and reminded God that I had no idea what I would wear that day, but I knew He would guide me. I got out of bed and began to prepare for the day. I was ready.

After I dressed, I began to get my things for lunch. I was walking to the kitchen and my left leg became heavy and numb. I immediately knew something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t pinpoint what IT was. I came back in my room and sat on the edge of my bed, touched my leg and began to pray. I got up and determined within myself that I would go to work and I would just take my time, even if that meant I would be late.

I walked to the bus stop and waited for the first bus of the day I would take. Got on, noticed there was no change in my leg and continued to pray. Got to the metro station and waited for bus #2. Again, got on and my leg was the same and so I continued to pray. Got off bus #2 at my stop and set out to walk the 3/4 mile to the office. I took it slow and took the view as I walked. I smiled up at the sky and praise God for such a beautiful sight. The life in the trees and wildlife scampering about along the road I walk to get to work. It truly was breathtaking. And still I prayed. I believed that whatever was going on with my leg my God could heal and would heal or tell me if it was something I needed to be more concerned with. In my heart, I felt like it was a stroke, but my mind would not register it.

I opened the office and started the day. I told the first therapist, Kate, that I wasn’t feeling all that great and I didn’t know exactly what was going on. I checked in patients, set appointments, answered the phone, pulled charts for the next day and so forth. When the second therapist, Anne, came in for the day, I told her too that I wasn’t feeling all that great and explained what I was feeling. By this time (10 am), my left arm was now feeling heavy and numb. But I seriously thought that maybe I had slept wrong and a nerve was giving me a fit for doing so.

At 1 pm the therapists went to lunch and I ordered my lunch and told them that I would lay down until it was delivered. I had it in my mind that I would then eat and lay down for a bit and all would be better. I went to lay down in one of the treatment rooms and immediately jumped back up because I left my phone on the desk in the front. I thought it would be best to have it near me JUST IN CASE I would need to call for help. As I lay down the second time, the left side of my face went numb and I could feel my face drooping. I jumped up and noticed that not only was my leg heavy now, but I was literally dragging it to walk.

I called my son and told him I was calling 911 and what was going on. It was during this conversation that I KNEW it was a stroke and he said he could no longer understand what I was saying because my words were slurred. He immediately hung up and began to make his way to me. I called the therapists to tell them what was happening and since they were only a couple of blocks from me, they were able to get to me quickly and called 911. At this point, I’m dialing 911, the therapist was dialing 911, and my son was also dialing 911.

I could no longer hold up my left arm or control it, nor my leg and the tears began to roll down my cheeks as reality set in, I was truly having a stroke.

When your life is set before you in such a manner, it’s amazing the things that become clear and important to you. I didn’t think about anything I had been worried about in the previous days, weeks, or even months. My thoughts were, Lord please don’t let me die, I don’t want to leave my children and grandson, and there is still so much I STILL want to do and see in this life. Surely THIS wasn’t the end.

The paramedics rushed in and got me out of the office onto a stretcher. They got a couple of IV’s started and began to take my vitals and ask me questions. Questions that my mind knew, but my mouth refused to vocalize. And the tears dropped faster and fear set in. And yet, I continued to tell myself to remain calm and breathe.

My blood pressure never registered “stroke” high. The highest it went was 175/102 and from there it just continued to go down. The Dr. could not understand it and the CT scan showed clear. They kept me overnight to run more tests on Friday, May 10th. But for the remainder of the evening, I was given aspirin and monitored. The neurologist, the cardiologist, and the on call dr. all spoke with me, they were concerned but not overly worried. However, I knew that this marked the beginning of a different life for me. My life was officially forever changed.

And so I continued to pray…

You Get To Choose

Last night my Pastor’s niece went home to be with the Lord. It was unexpected and yet it wasn’t. Unexpected for the world and her husband and 4 daughters, but not unexpected for God. His Word says He knows our beginning from our end…basically He knows our birth, our death, and everything in between.
I sat in shock this morning as I learned the news. Devastated, as it brought back memories of the loss of my mother, father, nephew, and so many other loved ones I have lost over the years. As common as death is, you never expect the last time you see someone or talk with someone will actually be THE last time.
As I drove home from work,I listened to one of her many talks on YouTube and she said something that really stuck out to me. She grew up in the inner city of Baltimore, Maryland in a single parent household. She said it was drug and gang infested and yet her mother was adamant that God was taught, known, and served in their home. She could have grown up and perpetuated the generational curses that plagued her family, she could have not believed in a big God. Instead she realized that she was privileged to live and be the one to break generational curses for the next generation.
As she said that, I realized that I have been wallowing in self pity for an entire year, focusing on what I do NOT have instead of the great things I do have. One of them being the privilege to be the one that breaks the generational curses of divorce, poverty, drug abuse, alcoholism, and so much more from my life and family so that the next generations have a different legacy to live by and for.
We go through our day to day lives and forget that we are not created for self nor is this life we live about self. We were created to worship the creator Himself and to tell others about the one and only Savior who died that we might have life. We were created to give and bring Him glory. We were created to be a light in this dark, dark world.
Cherish every moment you have with those you love. You never know if that last time you say good-bye will actually be the last time you say good-bye. Hug a little tighter and longer. Laugher a little harder. Forgive more quickly. And realize you are privileged to live this life God has given you and you get to choose!

Rest in Heaven Wynter Pitts. Thank you for the example of God’s Girl! I am forever grateful for your life and legacy. Thank you for saying yes to God’s calling on your life. I will continue to keep your husband and daughters in my prayers. We say you are gone too soon and yet God said your job was well done. You truly touched the world and left a mark upon it and His people for His glory!!

Discovering My Style…

Discovering My Style

When I was young, my mother, like many mothers, chose my attire for me daily. My only requirement was to put on what she selected. She bought the clothes she felt would look good on me and so forth.

As a teen, I hated shopping because she would always harp on how hard it was to shop for me. My feet were a size 12 and my arms were extra long, as were my legs. No one really looked like me and thus buying clothes and shoes for me could be very difficult. So I loathed shopping at all. Everything was more expensive for me because of my awkward sizes and the majority of everything had to be ordered via catalogs because they didn’t carry items for me in the stores.
Fast forward to a young adult and things didn’t change much at all. There were a few things in stores, but they all made me look frumpy and old. I could not find cute women tennis shoes in my size, I had to wear boys shoes. Like tall people had no class or style. So I totally withdrew from “dressing”, unless it was sweats, t-shirts/jeans, with men sneakers, and dresses for church.

At some point things began to shift, but by that time, I had absolutely no sense in style or what I really liked.

Then there was a season that God called me to skirts and dresses only and that made things really easy sort of. I just wore skirts and dresses, but many times there was still no class in what I wore, no style to say that’s “me”.

Now here I am 46 years old and I STILL hate shopping with a passion unless it’s for books or fabric and yes even groceries. I am hoping to embark on garment sewing in the coming months, but I don’t want to sew things just for the sake of sewing. I want to sew items that will be my predominate wardrobe. My problem…..I still don’t know what my style is. I know what colors I like and which ones look good on me, but my preferred style still eludes me. It actually makes me nervous to think about to be honest.

I still prefer to wear predominately dresses or skirts, I absolutely love the way they feel on my body and how feminine I feel when wear them. So I know my wardrobe will be majority skirts, tops, and dresses. I still love the comfortable aspect of t-shirts and jeans at times. And I enjoy an occasional nice pair of pants.

Is that all there is to determining your style?

I think not and I am at a loss as to how to go about finding me in this world of clothing.
I’m 46 and I’m a bit tired of being mistaken for someone’s grandmother….although I am NOW Boo Bears grandmother. LOL

I still feel young, yet I know I do’t want to wear the “hip” (is that even still a word used today, clothing the 20 somethings are wearing. I don’t want to be frumpy. I want to be classy like my momma was. I don’t wear make up and to be honest I don’t really want to. But I would like to dress nice on a daily basis and wear nice accessories with the occasional grunge look on the weekends.

Sigh….I think I need my sisters help. Missssssssssss where are you? Help your sister out!

If you all have any ideas of where to begin to discover my style, please do share in the comment section.

I’ll see you all sooner rather than later.

God Bless!!

New YouTube Channel, Blog and…March 2018 Sew Sampler Unboxing

We are now into the full swing of Spring 2018. It’s hard to believe that we are already 3 months, almost 4 months into 2018. The first quarter of the year is almost over.
Time slow down…..

With that being said, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my YouTube channel and my Blog. What is it that I want from it exactly? And what am I willing to do to get what it is that I want? That got me to thinking back to around 2006-2007 when God gave me a name for blogging and for my YouTube channel. Stitches ~N~ Hems. I loved it and really liked the sound of it. I used it for 10 years. Then something happened in early 2017. I got the grand idea that I needed to change the name because it was not a business savvy name. (BIG Mistake) He also gave me a name for my ministry/business…yea, I dropped that name as well thinking it was not savvy either and that I needed to pull everything under one name and theme. However, over the last couple of weeks or few days, I have been rethinking that.

When God gives you a thing, it’s already good and there is no need to alter it in any way. This brings us to March 2018, going back to my beginnings!

Yes, I’m reclaiming my blog/YouTube channel name and I couldn’t be more excited!!!

Now nothing changes, except the name. I’ll be blogging, vlogging, and posting videos about everything pertaining to me, my faith, sewing, quilting, vegan lifestyle, gardening, etc.
Once I came to the conclusion that I was changing the name of everything, I had to set some things in motion. For whatever reason YouTube would not allow me to change the name of my channel so I had to start another one from scratch. This really saddened me because my subscribers were so close to the 100 subscriber mark! That’s a big deal and I was all hyped that I’d be doing a give-a-way soon after reaching 100 subscribers. I was only 2 subscribers away!!!! YES, ONLY 2! But I was not deterred, only saddened, and I forged ahead. I posted my first video on the new channel on Thursday, March 22nd; the unboxing of my March 2018 Sew Sampler Box and explaining why I started the new channel. I’m happy to say that as of today I have 6 subscribers. I haven’t yet looked to see if they are from the former channel or new all together, either way, I am super stoked.

I can’t wait to get back to Virginia and get back to my sewing machines so I can’t start sewing again and begin to post more about sewing and quilting. I hope to have some videos on gardening as I help my dear sister in Christ start her backyard garden. I look forward to posting, vlogging, and blogging and hope you will join in for the journey.

I’ll see you sooner rather than later!

God Bless

Encountering God

To say that service was good this morning would be an understatement. It was definitely a message that answered lots of questions for me that I had asked just last week during my quiet time.
Many times as Christians we blame the enemy for some things that God himself has allowed. He allows us to be boxed into corners sometimes or caught between a rock and a hard place so that we can come to the end of ourselves and realize that God is our answer and deliverer. This has been true for me over the last 6 months. I thought I was in the middle of His will. I thought I had heard clearly from Him to do certain things and once I did them, nothing happened as I had anticipated it to.

In Exodus 14 we find the Israelites leaving Egypt after the plagues were brought upon all of the Egyptians. God first does not allow them to take the shorter route to the promised land so that they would not be tempted to return to Egypt at any time. So they are out in the wilderness along the long route that causes them to come up against the Red Sea in front of them and Pharaoh and his army behind them. The Lord hardens Pharaoh’s heart (made him more rebellious than he already was). God hardened his heart so that His will, purpose, and plan could be fulfilled.

Pharaoh sees that the Israelites are basically in a cul de sac. The only way out is the way they entered in. It is in the cul de sac of their situation that they experience an encounter with God. The Israelites cry out to God and yet they complain to Moses…”you should have left us in Egypt to be slaves and die there. We told you to leave us alone and let us be, we were fine being slaves”. (my translation)

Moses tells them to not fear? To stand by and see the salvation of the Lord. Yet the Lord replies to Moses ” Why are YOU crying out to Me? Tell the sons of Israel to go forward. Moses was preaching the truth but he himself was also scared. So as they were complaining to him and He was speaking confident truth to them, he too was also afraid. Sometimes we have to do things afraid even while we are confident the Lord will make a way or fight the battle.

The Israelites were in the middle of the will of God and they were confronted with a dilemma. It is often that way for us as well. We hear from God and we are in the middle of His will for our lives and yet it seems all hell breaks loose. It is in the dilemma that we have that encounter with God and experience Him in ways we could not have imagined.

The Israelites cried out to God, but they also complained to Moses at the same time. We tend to do the same. Get caught in a dilemma and we are crying out to God, yet we call our girlfriends on the phone or meet up for coffee and pour out our complaints about what our kids are doing, our spouses, or the hard hearted boss we have. We get others to speak into our misery and chime in with their 2 cents. We can’t cry out to God AND complain to man at the same time. In verse 14 Moses tells them, “the Lord will fight for you while you keep silent”. In other words….SHUT UP!!!!!!
Cry out to God and if you “need” to speak to someone, find someone who will help you to see God’s perspective. (which means, they too must be chasing after God and in His presence on a daily basis, not just on Sunday morning).

Then God tells the Israelites to go forward. Faith is in your feet and not in your feelings. When God tells you to move forward, have faith to do just that and know that even though His instructions may not make sense, it is when we operate in faith that the miracles come forth, the supernatural takes place. Until God see’s you operate in faith, He will do nothing.
So as they go forward, the wind begins to blow and the sea splits causing a wall of water on each side and the ground to dry. They are then able to walk across the middle of the sea.
They experienced an encounter with God that allowed them to see the mighty power of the Lord in their dire situation.

So what I thought was isolation from the enemy at first was just that. However, God told me at the beginning of this fast to be quite and seek His face. As I have done that in just this first week, I have seen the power of the Lord in my situation and new hope to blossom. I will cry out to Him and shut up talking to others about the dilemma the Lord has allowed me to be in and while He has given no directions yet, I will stand still and see the salvation of the Lord. When He tells me to move forward, I must be ready and be obedient to take the steps He directs me to.

I hope this has blessed you as much as it blessed me. Leave your comments below. I’d be more than happy to pray for you if you’d like to leave your prayer requests in the comments as well.

God Bless!!!

Struggling and being honest about it…

As Christian’s we see so many putting on facades and masks. Pretending that all is well in their world while struggling in silence and behind closed doors…alone.
I for one am tired of wearing the masks. I’m tired of pretending that I am more than human. I’m tired of painting on a smile when deep down the pain and hurt are real and it takes the very breath out of me.
How can we heal if we continue to “Fake It Until We Make It?”
I am a believer in Christ. I am a Christ follower. I struggle in my faith and in my walk. What does this mean? Does it mean because I struggle that it makes me any less of a Christian or any less saved? I don’t believe that to be the case.
If we look at Scripture, we can see that Moses struggled in his faith, Peter struggled in his faith, Job struggled, David, and many more. It didn’t make them any less Christian, but it did make them real and people that we could relate to.
Sadness, grief, loneliness, depression, they are all oh so real, and I for one am no longer willing to Fake it until I make it! It’s a nice little slogan, but it’s the very thing that can cause someone to commit suicide while they struggle in silence alone.

Hi, my name is Tasha and I am struggling. I Love the Lord, but I am struggling with reading His Word and praying. Sometimes the only thing that comes forth from my lips is “Jesus”. Sometimes I can’t say anything at all and the tears hold all of my words.

I’m struggling with depression. Depression over the loss of my marriage, depression that I am in a state I don’t want to be in and the lack of funds and job security to get to where I want to be. Depression that my son, my only son, just spent his first Thanksgiving alone, not by his choice, but by the choices I made.

I’m struggling with anger. Anger that I have no control over circumstances at times. Anger towards God for not changing things the way I think they should go. Anger that even when He sees us making the mistakes and knows we are willingly falling into pitfalls, He does not steer us out or away from them.

There are days I don’t wish to get out of bed. Days when it takes everything within me to even brush my teeth. There are days when my emotional eating doesn’t stop or days when I don’t eat at all.

I am human. It doesn’t change my standing with God. I am still saved and still a Christian. Even in taking off the masks, I know that God is still God and in control. He is the Master Painter of the masterpiece portrait of my life. He said in this world we would have troubles. Christianity does not negate the fact that we are a fallen people residing in a fallen world. Even when I’m struggling with depression, don’t want to do life, or can’t bring myself to utter a prayer or read His truths, He is still God, He is still good, and He is still for me. His best for me is still THE best for me. No matter what I want, I still don’t see as BIG as He sees for me. My desires, wants, dreams, hopes, are still small and in a box, compared to what He has in mind for me.

My Addiction…

It’s been months since I’ve indulged. Months since I’ve lost myself in it. What am I referring to? Sewing.
Yes, sewing is my addiction. I have serious withdrawal symptoms when I cannot sew on a regular. I haven’t sewn a stitch since mid June and that seems like it was a lifetime ago. I quilted a baby blanket and burp cloths for a friends new grandson.
I’m not a partier, I don’t go to clubs, I don’t care to go to others homes for hours upon hours. What I can do and enjoy doing is sitting behind my sewing machine for hours, sometimes 8 or more in a day. If I could do it for a living I would. I can’t explain the joy and tranquility I feel when I’m sewing. I get lost in it. I do some of my best praying while sewing. Some of my best ideas and creativity take place while I’m sitting behind my sewing machine and sewing.
Who knew I would enjoy it so much? I first sat down at a sewing machine while in high school. We were required to take a certain number of electives each year. I wanted to take auto and home ec. They wouldn’t let me take auto, so I took art and home ec. Come to think of it, I should have insisted on auto and home ec like I wanted…I can’t change a tire to save my life. I failed art…yes, I sure did. I can’t draw, sculpt or paint to save my life either. I can make a bad stick figure though!!! After my first semester in home ec, I was hooked. I took home ec for the remainder of my electives from Sophomore to graduation. In fact, the last semester of my senior year I was told I had taken all the classes I could for home ec and I cried. I did not want to have to go to another elective. So my final semester I actually worked as the home ec teacher aid and thus that was my first job. I probably would have gone to school to be a home ec teacher, but it wasn’t long after graduation that they discontinued home ec as an elective in high schools. (Now it’s back and it’s called life skills)
We learned the basics of sewing and then for our semester assignment we had to make a jumper. It was best and worst of times. LOL
I chose the jumper pattern and then picked out my fabric. I was so proud of what I had chosen. I soon learned that another classmate had chosen the exact same patter and the exact same fabric as I had chosen. It would not have been so bad had she not discontinued to be my friend weeks before that. There were mistakes and all but I was so proud of that jumper. I made it myself and wore it to school on the selected day to model and get graded. I only wore it that one time however, because ya know kids can be extremely cruel. She wore hers several times….need I say more?
I never looked back at another sewing machine again. Vowed I would never even entertain the thought. However, that was short lived. About 13 years ago, my husband bragged and bragged about his mother making all their clothes and curtains and such. I so wanted him to beam with pleasure about things I too could make for our children and home. I also thought it would be a good money saver to make me and the children’s clothing since we were a one income family. So a year later I asked for a sewing machine for Christmas. I was so intimidated by it that it stayed in the box for an entire year. It wasn’t until after my husband left and I was jobless and pinching pennies that the Lord brought a few women into my life and they helped me over come the fear of my sewing machine. What they didn’t tell me though, was that it would take practice and that I’d make many outfits that were not fit for wearing before I had anything worth wearing outside the home and not feeling embarrassed about it. I gave up on sewing clothes and opted for making home decor and quilts.
A year ago I had a desire to learn to sew my own clothing again. So much so that I joined an online sewing class by Mimi G, Sew It Academy. I got through the first 3 courses and I haven’t sewn anything since. Not because I’m intimidated, but I just didn’t have the finances at first and then when I did, I made the biggest mistake by moving back to Texas and haven’t sewn ANYTHING since. It’s really not an easy feat when you are living with other people and can’t really set up your things the way you would like or need them to be. So, I’ll be shipping it all back to Virginia and saving money to make my move back to Virginia as well.
Let me tell you, sewing is my addiction and I can’t wait to get back behind my sewing machines, all 5 of them!!!

She’s Still There


A couple of weeks ago I attended the women’s conference at my church home. I tell you it is good to be back in my church home being fed a supreme buffet under the tutalge of Pastor Tony Evans.
Anyway, I digress.
During this conference we were able to hear about a new book and we had the opportunity to purchase it at the conference. I had no intentions of buying anything this go round, but that notion was voided as soon as I heard Christine Caine speak for the very first time. I knew I had to get her 2 sessions. Then Chrystal Hurst began to speak about the book she wrote and it drew me in, captivated me, and I knew in my heart, not only did I have to get the book, but my daughters needed to read this book as well. So I bought 3 copies.

We are reading it together at this time, unless a moment comes where we find we really need to just dive in for ourselves or stay on a chapter a bit longer than someone else. We’ve completed chapter 1 and I’m already feeling this connection with this book and the words penned to paper.

She’s still there…Here is a bit of what’s written on the back cover. After reading, you too may decide this is a book you must add to your library.
Has your life drifted far from what you thought it would be? Do you ever feel lost in the middle of your life?
In She’s Still There, Chrystal Evans Hurst shares the secret to loving and honoring your life-even if your road is rough and your story is messy. From her heartrending journey through teenage pregnancy to her humorous struggle with a Hershey bar, Chrystal explores what it means to find direction, purpose, and beauty especially when you find yourself living a life you didn’t plan.
With refreshing authenticity and fierce encouragement, Chrystal will help you:
*Recognize hard seasons as refining moments, not defining moments.
*Reject the lie that you’ll never move forward.
*Discover practical ways to connect with your God-given next steps.
*Embrace your identity as both a masterpiece and a work in progress.

That…..should be enough to make you want to devour the book. As she spoke, tears streamed down my face as I realized I had lost the girl in me. Circumstances and life’s punches had stripped me of who I once was. I want that girl back. I want the dreams that girl within me dreamed back. I want the hope that girl within me once had. The creativity, the joy, the laughter, the fun, I want it all back and it is oh so refreshing to know that She’s Still There. Maybe deep down and dusty, hidden, ashamed, afraid, battered, and bruised, but she’s there.

Chapter 1 she talks about looking at her life as is, working a job she hated, feeling like if she could just have a moment to get off the wheel of life she could regroup and find herself again and move forward. The only way she can see this happening is if God allows her to get into a car accident and break both her legs so that she’s in the comfort of a hospital room and able to just take a moment.

Drastic huh? Yea, I know, but sometimes we seek drastic measures to just slow life down.

I’ve been there. Heck, I’m there right now!! I too have asked God to stop the bus and let me off so I can get my thoughts together and see how to pick up from this mess I’m in and regroup and start over.

Here are a few places where you can purchase the book. I hope you decide to take the journey and find that the girl you’ve been looking for and thought was lost is still there!!! Don’t give up!

Amazon

Christian Book

Zondervan

Proverbs 31 Woman

Chrystal Evans Hurst

Young Living Oils

I recently got serious about not only using my essential oils for myself, but also to share my experience with others and make a real business of Young Living Oils as well.

I signed up with Young Living Oils in Early 2016 to solely use the oils for myself and to be able to get the oils at wholesale prices versus retail. I used every oil that came in my kit for an entire year without purchasing anything new or replacing what I had used from my kit. My sponsor and close friend contacted me in late February to let me know I’d need to submit a minimum $50 order to remain active. I didn’t want to lose the ability to purchase oils at wholesale prices so I quickly placed an order.

Then one day as I was sitting at work, dreading making cold calls to talk about IT software and explain why it would be good for various government agencies to purchase this software, I began to get a bit agitated. There I was doing something I absolutely hated doing and dreading every moment of it. I figured if I could sell something I was not passionate about and had no care in the world about, then why couldn’t I sell what I was passionate about. At the time I was thinking about my love for gardening and teaching others to grow their own food and be sustainable as well as various other ideas I have for entrepreneurship. I had my diffuser going at work with Stress Away essential oil blend added to it, and a coworker spotted it and asked what it was and what it was for. As I began to explain and then began to talk about the oils, she looked at me and said “you’re really passionate about your oils aren’t you?” At that moment, bells began to go off in my head and light bulbs!! I was absolutely passionate about the oils, what they’ve done for me and my family members that have used and are using them. That’s when it clicked for me. Why couldn’t I share what I was passionate about AND make a living doing it? Why did I have to continue sharing what the CEO of the company I work for was passionate about and make his pockets fat while he was able to enjoy dream vacations and time with his family and more? Who said that had to be the way that life had to be?

And so begins my journey. My journey to not sell, but to share what I’m passionate about and help other families make changes that will alter their lives for good as well. I’m passionate about my vegan lifestyle and eating/exercising so that I can have a healthier life and live a long prosperous life until Jesus calls my name and not go before my time because of some disease, sickness, or illness. I’m passionate about growing as much of my own food as possible so I know where my food comes from and what’s in it and while I’m at it, I can teach others to do the same as well and share the bounty of produce with those in need; giving fresh produce to local food banks and contributing to my community. I’m passionate about ridding my home of toxins and chemicals that the FDA says are safe to clean my home with and freshen the air I breath within the walls of my home, as well as the chemical laden products I lather on my skin, my hair, and brush my teeth with. I’m passionate about making life simpler for others as much as is humanly possible so that they have not only the finances they need to live a prosperous and generous life, but also have more time to enjoy their families and the things they enjoy doing.

Yes, the Bible does say we are to work 6 days a week, but I don’t recall reading that it had to be 8 hours per day, or that it had to be at a job we were not gifted for or not passionate about. I believe God gave each of us a passion for something that will bring in an income and be beneficial to others and meet needs. I believe that it doesn’t have to take 40-60 hours per week with little time for family and life in general.

Why do many of us settle? Why do we not step out and pursue those things which we are truly gifted for and passionate about? Fear? Laziness? Apathy? No get up and go? No direction? No wisdom? What is your reason and how do you overcome it?

Scripture says we have not because we ask not; James 4:3.
Ask God for the wisdom you lack and need? Ask God for direction so you know what steps to take and who to speak to in order to bring your dreams to fruition. Ask God for guidance to make right decisions. Ask God to put you in the path of the right people you need to get to the next levels you are seeking. Ask God to help you overcome the fear, apathy, and laziness. Ask God for what you need, trust and believe He will provide, and follow what He tells you. Nothing happens by coincidence and karma is not the Christians way of life.

Let’s start living dreams and making them a reality.

I pray I’ve inspired you and ignited a fire within you to take some steps towards making your dreams a reality.

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