The Divine Appointment of Mr. T.

I truly believe in divine appointments in both perspectives: a meeting that seems “by chance” for us to minister to someone else or someone else ministering to us. Within that “chance meeting” we or the other party receive some information they have asked God for.

The importance of listening to God and being obedient to what He is saying is not always for us – but often times for other people. Would you want to miss the blessing for someone else that God wants to use YOU for? I think not. ūüôā

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Before I traveled to Florida, I felt God pressing on my heart to begin a fast.Not anything of an exceptional nature like zero food for 25 days… but what I was not sure of.¬†What I was supposed to be praying for¬†during that fast was unclear. A few days before leaving I received a phone call from someone stating they had a dream and in the dream they were standing with the refrigerator door open. I was standing to the right of the open door. They asked me if I wanted my “normal” for breakfast. I responded no and proceeded to tell them what I desired instead. This dream was confirmation for me on what food I was to give up.

He still did not specify for how long or what the fast was for. There was a situation I knew of that I sort of assumed it was for – and I would do it out of obedience for God but was lost as far it’s total purpose. The day of departure to Florida, I felt the Holy Spirit press on me today was the day to begin the fast. Yesterday morning, two days into vacation, I woke up for a planned trip to Clearwater Beach in Florida. The morning was a normal morning with the exception of waking up at 5am on vacation [haha] but I felt a tug to¬†ask¬†God for favor. There was no motive behind it. Just obedience to what was on my heart.

We arrived an hour later than we had planned but we still received favor with a front row parking spot – right on the beach. We walked an entire 4 feet to hit the sand! I was so grateful because with a 3-year-old I was not looking forward to the long walk with all the crap you have to bring to the beach. (You know what I am referring to, lol.) In that moment, I thought to myself – great! I listened to the pull on my heart and He gave me favor. Simple but I’ll take it, ha. We walked to our place in the sand and set up shop. Kait of course wanted to go check out this “ocean” for the first time that Dory was lost in. (Yes, we have recently watched “Finding Dory”. We were there early enough to sit in shade from the shadow cast on the sand from the lifeguard’s lookout tower. Also there, was a middle-aged man by himself, laying on his side on a blanket in the sand.¬†pier 60

My mother was the first to strike up conversation with him. He had two medical grade knee braces on and was doing core work continuously on his blanket. We shared about our families and discussed our vacation. He shared with us he was a veteran of the US Army – as a paratrooper. Through conversation, but without directly saying anything, it was obvious he was suffering from marital tension and physical pain. (Meanwhile, throughout conversation he paid for an umbrella on the beach for all of us to use since Kait was overheating.)

By the end of our conversation, we asked if we could pray for him and he accepted with open arms. I expected to have to walk to him and prompt it; however, when we said we were leaving, he stood up (wobbly knees and all) and reached out his hands for prayer. I’ve never seen a grown man so vulnerable.

This divine appointment was something not only for Mr. T, but for me. While it was obvious God stirred his faith that day and blessed him with a full healing, it reinstated a spark in me to see God work through me to touch others. This is an appointment that I am always going to be grateful for. It all happen at Pier 60 in Clearwater, Florida at Clearwater Beach.

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A Year of Fulfillment & Implementation

In 2015, I participated in my very first 21 day fast. I thought about what I wanted to pray about for the year – I wanted favor everywhere I went and in everything I did. Holy Spirit told me how exactly to participate in the fast. I obeyed. The outcome was astonishing; however, looking back a year later the outcome has floored me.


My instructions were different for the 1st day compared to the remainder of the fast. Within 21 days the Lord spoke 20¬†times to me. Yes, I went back and counted in my journal :). Some of the things He said were things I didn’t understand in the moment. Other things were answers to immediate situations (and what I didn’t recognize until later those same answers ended up applying to future situations as well.) I journaled all of it. Every single word.

Of all the things He said to me, one statement overwhelmed me with more emotion than any of the others.

You see, I have always had a secret prayer. When I died, I wanted God to have considered me so full of faith I could be in the “Hall of Faith”. (For those of you who may not know what I am referring to, it’s Hebrews 11.) For years I had secretly desired this and for God to see my faith. I wanted God to consider me faithful. I wanted people to be able to stand and speak at my funeral saying, “If Jade had anything, she had faith.” On the third day of my fast he spoke to me:

“You are my child of faith.”

Uh! Wow. If I hadn’t received anything else through the 21 days, that was worth it. To hear those words – words I¬†had been praying to hear for years. Remember when I said the things He spoke in the current situations were also for future situations? This was one of them. It’s crazy how we think a situation is so helpless or overwhelming but once we are through it – we look back and it is¬†never as big as we had once thought. Then we turn back around and standing in front of us is a mountain larger than the previous one. Little did I know, the situation that had God calling me His child of faith, was more like a mountain range. The big picture was I needed to get from one side of the mountain range to the other. The only way to do it – was go through it. (Read “It’s Your Trial. Guilt? Or Innocent?” and “Breaking Through The Mountain” when you have time.) Like a mountain, going up represent¬†struggles and then coming down represents¬†things seemingly getting better. Oh! There’s another mountain. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

The things I discovered while fasting ranged from answers to previous prayers, things I was curious of but never actually asked, direction for the future, and just being loved on by God. How often we really do yearn to be loved on by God whether we admit to it or not. That stands for male and female!

I encourage you to embrace the challenge of the 2016 twenty-one¬†day fast. If you have not already, join in. Once you begin, I bet you go past the “official” end date and finish your own twenty-one¬†day fast. In December, I began asking God what should I pray for the year 2016? He answered: fulfillment, action, and implementation. The promises and dreams He has given me in years past all happen this year. I’m so ready. In the months to come, I will share some of the things God spoke to me within the 2015 year with you. My only intention of doing this is to be as transparent as I can be so you can see God’s power and ability. I want you to see how much God loves us. To do so, I open up my heart and leave it out for strangers to devour if they so choose to do so. I am okay with that – because for every ten that devour my heart, one is helped in the process.

Dream. Believe. Achieve.

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Crossfit As Therapy?

I never would have imagined that I – of all people – would be participating in Crossfit. If you know my testimony, then you understand why this statement is true. If you don’t know my testimony, here are a few posts where I have chronicled my struggles:

Those Deep Dark Secrets¬†¬†| ¬†When “It” Returns To Haunt You¬† | ¬†A True Confession

It didn’t matter how many times I faced my struggle, it seemed to find its way back. This is the first time I have started something, had my body make changes, and I actually accept them. Don’t get me wrong, it has not been a perfect road of no complaining, lol, but of acceptance – yes. For the past two years¬†I have committed myself to running 2-3 times a week (totaling 7-11 miles) and toning based exercises/routines such as BodyPump. My goal was to feel and look thin. I didn’t want my thighs to touch because to me it meant I was fat. I hate anything hanging over the sides of my jeans because I feel like my “love handles” are 3x’ larger than they really are. If I looked thin (even without muscle) and I felt thin I was validated in some sick sense.


What started as an exercise to grow my marriage to a new level has turned into a tri-weekly therapy session for my inner most person. After taking Crossfit classes for around 5 weeks now, my body is changing. My inner thighs touch at the top. When this first started happening, I began to cringe. My entire body was beginning to feel “thick”. (Side note – I have always had a muscular body type from dance ¬†and I didn’t want to have it anymore!) I struggled for a few days, even debating if I wanted to keep doing it… could I really handle these changes to my body without losing my sanity? A single comment from my husband changed my entire attitude of whether I would quit or not…

This is the best your body has looked in a long time. Fit is the new sexy.

Well! If my husband was liking my new physique then it was something I was willing to take on. His opinion of me as my lifelong partner is extremely important to me. In marriage we grow and change everyday and I want to make sure I stay “in tune” with him even when it comes to my body. ūüôā

Next came the struggle of food. The workouts were burning lots of calories but I wasn’t replenishing them like I should. I have always had a horrible relationship with food. When I started Crossfit I was at a place with food where I really could care less about eating at all. Food was a necessity to live and I wanted to consume the least amount possible. That meant less to work off. After a conversation with a new friend of mine at this gym, I had a new perspective on eating. She told me after a truth session regarding food, “it’s not about how much you do or don’t take in – it’s about fueling your body for the workout ahead.” I am not sure why this specific sentence made a difference but it did. From that point forward I didn’t quite look at food as an enemy, but instead, a friend.

All-in-all, this 5 week experience has been a positive one. In the last week and half, I have noticed changes in my body that I have NEVER seen in the years of previous working out. I am 32 years old and I am seeing “lines” I have never seen in my life. You read correctly… in 5 weeks I am seeing changes I have never seen in years. It’s encouraging and exciting. While many of the workouts suck, haha, it’s so worth it when you go home and see new lines of definition coming through – even when it’s muscle gain. I feel amazing – like I could take on the world.

I am not someone who intends on working up to lift 250lbs. For now, I am content with the challenge of seeing what I can accomplish, overcoming pieces of me I had thought were finally worked through only to find out they had not been, and seeing a new me my husband is intrigued by – <3. That drives me. At the end of the day, I know what I am called to do for the Lord. It pertains to helping people find freedom and face faith in this temporary life. How in the world can I help people who share my testimony if I still have pieces I need to work through? (I am so amazed how the Lord will prompt us to do one thing and yet it actually “answers” or “corrects” numerous things. I’m so grateful He is an all-knowing GOD and knows exactly what I need, when I need it. I just have to listen.)

I think it’s time to finally close¬†this chapter in my life.

The 5K

Oh, the 5k. Exhausting. Satisfying. Accomplishing. Overcoming. These are all words I would use to describe my recent experience, running my very first 5k.


For two years now, I have run on a treadmill 3-4 times a week. I started running after I had my daughter because of self-inflicted knee problems. It was all I could do. Literally. My runs started out at 4.0 mph for 30 minutes / 3-4 times a week. Over the next two years, I gradually made¬†my way to running at 5.0-5.5 mph for 60 minutes / 3-4 times a week (and could even give a short burst at 6.0 mph!). The increase wasn’t fast, it was gradual. Pushing myself a little more when I felt I had become accustomed to that speed or time. Sometimes I increased my speed, sometimes my time, sometimes both.

Running a 5k had been a goal of mine since I had Kait. I had become fond of running. Since I was running on a treadmill, I eventually moved from music to Netflix. Watching different seasons of shows can really help you through some workouts! (haha) When New Year’s rolled around, I had decided this was the year I would run my first 5k. So I signed up for one! I chose one a month out – not too soon – not too far away. I wanted something where I could see the goal in the NEAR future. I pushed myself harder in running. I had many, many more times of stopping for a second to catch my breath. I pushed beyond my comfort level. My goal for my first 5k was to finish in under 45 minutes. Not the fastest time, but with not usually running on pavement, I felt it was a good first goal.

The morning of the run, I really didn’t know what to expect. I was going to set my pace like on the treadmill and just go. Not caring who passed me, I just wanted to run for me. I warmed up, stretched, ate half a banana, prepped my playlist… and started. Within the first 60 seconds of running it was really difficult. With 30 degree air filling my lungs, my body just wanted to quit. (Treadmills are indoors!) I pushed through, my playlist changed to the second song, and my body just set its own pace. I felt a little “pep in my step” kick in, lol. I kept the pace as long as I could – and pushed until I couldn’t push anymore. As I crossed the finish line I saw my time… 29:09. Not only had I beaten my goal – I had beaten it by a wide margin! I was so disoriented from pushing myself that hard (in that cold of temperatures) I actually wrote my age down incorrectly on my time card. I have just recently turned 32… I wrote 35. I was dizzy and couldn’t get my bearings for about 10 minutes. Imagine my surprise when I found out I had won 2nd place in my age group – in my very first 5k!!

For the next 3 days, I could barely stand and barely eat. My body had not experienced this sort of soreness in a long time. Being so sore you actually had body aches (really muscle aches) that felt like you had the flu. The very thought of food made me want to throw up. I ate as I could and tried to continue to stretch my muscles out Рbut it was a task each and every time.

I really felt like I was pushing myself when training for this 5k. I was out of my comfort zone, I couldn’t breath. I was drenched in sweat, I stunk to high heaven. My times increased, my mileage increased. However, on the day of the actual race, I realized there was room to push even harder. A LOT of room! I was not pushing myself NEARLY enough when comparing the two.

How many times do we do this in our spiritual life? Do we push ourselves to being just out of breath enough where we can stop for 30 seconds and hop back on? Or do we push ourselves so hard we can’t eat for 3 days? Life is a run. We have 5k’s, 10k’s and marathons within our life. In order to win these races we have to train. A runner does not run one time a week for 10 minutes. They train daily. The eat the right foods. They go for extended runs. In our spiritual life, we should be diving into God’s word everyday. Praying everyday. Fasting when HE calls us to fast. In order to win this race – and do it right – we must be pushed outside our comfort zone. I bet you are reading this right now thinking about how much more you could push yourself to seek God. You are thinking how often do you do what God has told you to do – and now you have prolonged the finish line. Every race we have in life is preparation for the next race. He gives us an opportunity to train – run the race – and gain the faith and endurance to face the next race. The race that is uphill. The race that takes you through months of struggle. The race that has you on your face crying your eyes out because you don’t understand why you feel the way you feel. The race that leaves you wondering is God even real. They are all real races but He has given you opportunity to be prepared for them. It’s up to if you will train to the point of exhaustion. To the point of being satisfied. To the point of feeling accomplished. To the point of overcoming the battle and winning.

Be very careful, then, how you live‚ÄĒnot as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.” – Ephesians 5:15-16