MY AhHAA MOMENTS

MY AhHAA MOMENTS

WHOA! I just got back from the USANA convention where I spent four phenomenal days with Health, Wellness, and Business experts.  Dr. Oz, Dr. Wentz, Dr. Libby Weaver, and Tony Robbins were a few out of many I gleamed from. Each session was packed with oogles of cutting edge information, and each speaker validated my dreams and ignited the flames God placed in my heart to help others a long time ago. I fell in love with this company (USANA) a little less than a year ago. It fit perfectly with my new health coaching business, yet I had many reservations because I vowed to never “sell” anything. I just wanted to help people lose weight, discover their true worth, quit dieting and start nourishing. The more research I did the more I believed in the products and the company, yet I was still skeptical of pushing “things” on people. Maybe this was not for me after all? The months flew by and my summer was full of highs. lows, and everywhere in-between: My daughter graduated high school. My amazing father passed away of an awful rare brain disease. My 16yr old totaled his truck. I was forced to let go of a dear relationship. I traveled 9 times out of town and country from one hotel to another. I lost another friend unexpectedly. I took my first born “baby girl” to college. And then… I left for USANA convention — my last trip for the summer, yet another hotel. I don’t share any of this for sympathy. I share because this is my story and surprisingly my motivation! After my father passed away I wanted to quit...
BABY GIRL

BABY GIRL

Baby girl do you know who you are? You are beautiful and bright as a shining star. You have been set apart to do His task; Following His lead, no questions asked. He knows every detail of your life and all  you do; You are the “apple of His eye”; He’s in love with you. You are covered by His grace, held in His hand, Swaddled in His love, and a part of His perfect plan. He’s your “Knight in Shining Armor”, a “Savior on a Hill”; Walk with Him daily, and your heart He will fill. No trouble He can’t see, no hurt to big or small; He has gone before you, and He has experienced all. He created you in my womb, a priceless gift from Him to me; He created you in His image to live for His Glory. Grab hold to Him daily, with all of your might; For He will love you, guide you, and hold you tight. He will meet your every need, quench your desperate thirst; He is the “God of More than Enough”, always put Him first. As the sun goes down in the evening and you may miss me in your heart; Remember that this is only a “blink” in time that we will be apart. As the sun rises every morning, and there is a new day for you to embrace; Enjoy it to the fullest; it is a gift of His marvelous grace. It is for Him that you live, that you love, that you exist; Enjoy the journey baby girl – you were created for this! I...
Whole Healing

Whole Healing

“The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling, a scrubby plant in a parched field. There was nothing attractive about him, nothing to cause us to take a second look. He was looked down on and passed over, a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand. One look at him and people turned away. We looked down on him, thought he was scum. But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us. We thought he brought it on himself, that God was punishing him for his own failures. But it was our sins that did that to him, that ripped and tore and crushed him—our sins! He took the punishment, and that made us whole. Through his bruises we get healed.” Isaiah 53:6-9 The nickname “Mrs. Piggy” was hurled at me in middle school and attached itself to my identity. Regardless what I did to break free, some un-thoughtful bully would remind me and laugh. During the next several years the venomous words got worse, and pierced my heart. When I entered high school I was 5’7” and weighed 105 pounds, yet in the mirror I saw an ugly fat 15 year old who no one delighted in. I covered my pain with clothes. If I could not be beautiful and skinny with my body, then I would wear beautiful clothes. Soon kids noticed and gave their approval which deemed my “clothes addiction” worthy. Shopping became my way to self-medicate. The beautiful clothes brought temporary joy while my wounds festered and my heart longed for more. The next 25 years brought...

THE SACRED DANCE OF GRIEF AND JOY

The  news  of  the  disease  slammed  her  heart  like  a  hurricane  hitting  land  with  full  force.   She  prayed  fervently  asking  God  to  heal  her  beloved  father,  yet  the  following  days, months, and years  wreaked  havoc  on  his  body,  strength,  dignity,  and  heart.  The  more  she  prayed   the  more  betrayed  she  felt.  Why  would  God  allow  this  cruel  disease  to  steal  the  life  of   her  precious  daddy?    She  fought  to  keep  her  faith  afloat  and  not  drown  in  disbelief;  yet   every  time  she  saw  her  father  the  extreme  cruelty  was  apparent.  Her  deep  pain  led  to   confusion,  anger,  despair,  and  spiritual  distress.  Her  prayers  evaporated  into   nothingness  leaving  her  heart  grasping  for  answers. In  the  mountains  of  God’s  splendor  she  brings  the  weight  of  her  anguish. After  hours   seeking  God  -­‐betrayal  lurked.  She  confessed  her  sins,  and  worshipped  God  for  who  He   is,  not  what  He  could  do.  Opening  her  arms  toward  Heaven,  she  allowed  the  lies  to  be   stripped  from  her  heart.  As  freedom  entered  she  envisioned  her  Majestic  King   approaching  her  with  a  gold  effervescent  box  which  held  a  crown  vibrant  like  the   morning  sun.    Exquisite  diamonds  surround  it,  and  it  beams  with  beauty.  He  crowned   her  head  and  they  danced.  “Today,  I  bestow  on  you  a  crown  of  beauty  instead  of  ashes,   the  oil  of  gladness  instead  of  morning,  and  a  garment  of  praise  instead  of  despair,”  He   whispered. Tears  gush.  She  embraces  the  dance  and  receives  the  promise.  The  heaviness  was  gone.   The  light  of  His  face  shined  upon...

THE DANCE

  I danced with my lover this morning! Standing on the side of the old gym floor with my tattered heart and worn out dress, I sense a gentle breeze moving towards me. I slowly glance up to notice Strength, Beauty, and Royalty closing the distance between us. I look around at all the beauty that surrounds me, yet His gaze is fixed on me. With each step He takes I hear the crackle of the wood beneath His feet, and there is purpose and passion in every step. The softness in His eyes beckons my soul, and the melody of the music stirs my heart. As He approaches me the breath of His Presence is sweet and intoxicating, and I am in awe that He has chosen me – the least of these! He extends His strong yet comforting hand, and without a word I grab a hold. As we embrace I feel the warmth of His being, and I am keenly aware that I am His. As I begin following His lead I am completely unrestrained, and with every step I become more like Him. He twirls me around the dance floor to the music of the “waltz”, and “Ahh” how He delights in me. As His hand is nestled in the small of my back, His strength and grace uphold me. He is the most amazing dancer, and I am the beauty of the ball in His arms. It is the first time in my life I am not on the side I am on the floor and my heart alive. As my ears hear the...

DADDY’S GOT YOU

Granules  of  wet  sand  enveloped  my  feet,  and  the  ocean  roared  with  strength  and  authority.  The  wind  of  the  morning  and  vibrant  blue  sky  seduced  me  onward   awakening  my  heart  to  more.  People  galore  yet  all  I  noticed  were  daddies  and  their   girls.  Oh  the  acceptance  and  joy  of  a  daddy’s  time  and  attention.  One  stood  out   amongst  the  others  as  they  sat  together  on  the  foamy  edge  with  her  blonde  curls   blowing  across  his  arm.  Digging  for  treasures  and  watching  the  tides  they  were  making  memories  as  he  scooped her onto his shoulders offering  her strength  and  love. Tears  filled  my  eyes  and  sadness  entered  my  heart,  as  I  thought  of  my  sweet  daddy, who a few days earlier went to live with  Jesus.  Then I remembered  standing  on  a  different  waters  edge  with  bended  knee  and  an  anxious  heart  while  he  stood  submerged  in  water  with  his  arms  outstretched.  He  called  to  me,  “jump,  “Sugar Plum”,  jump,  Daddy’s  got  you”.  I  closed  my   eyes,  squealed  out  loud,  and  jumped  smack  into  his  secure  affection. Tears  of  sadness  turned  into  sweet  tears  of  joy  and  thankfulness  for  the  realness  and  validation  of  my  daddy’s  love.  Echoing  in  my  heart  are  still  his  words…”daddy’s  got  you”.  While,  shouting  from  above into my brokenness I   hear….”Daddy’s  got  you,  Ashley!”  Both  are  beautiful. Trials  and  deep  hurts  attempt  to  rip  the  fabric  of  truth  from  underneath  our  walk;   but  truth  stands  firm  like  the  roaring  ocean.  The  love  of  our  earthy  fathers  shapes   us,  but  the  love  of  our  Heavenly  Father  defines  us....