A JOURNEY TO THE JEWEL

Ah, thanks, I needed that, and it was well worth the wait. I wrapped my arms around me and gave myself a big love hug. I realized I couldn’t touch the real me because for years I had packed on what I thought was protection—against pain, misery and lack to name a few. I was hurting myself more than the lie of protection I had bought into.

Today I made a hard but much-needed step toward finding the jewel that had been covered and protected for too many years. It was time to take the journey.

I had started the journey numerous times but never finished. Run off the road, distracted, and detoured. I had gone so far and backslid to square one.

I didn’t expect the journey to be easy, but this time I planned to be victorious.

Every journal I own tells about my weight issue. I started my current journal to encourage myself, but there was a difference this time—I didn’t regain the weight. I straddled the fence a lot, feeding the other issues to make me feel good instead of feeding my body correctly to nourish it for long life.

I finally understood when I went to the doctor because I wasn’t getting any better. I still had the same issues. He decided to give me a visual along with a serious scorning. He got his anatomy book out and showed me what a healthy body part looked like and what it takes for it to operate properly. He turned on his serious “time for you to face the truth” voice. He laid out the facts in a gentle but firm way.

I finally got it. I felt the change in my body. Maybe my body got it but my brain, emotions and desires had to come in agreement. As if a tape player was sitting next to me, I kept hearing the doctor’s advice.

I needed to eat breakfast, stop eating out so many times, and change what I bought in the grocery stores. What was I going to do with the food that shouldn’t be in anyone’s pantry, let alone mine?  Throw it away. I didn’t want to be a party to ruining someone else’s health.

It took a week to wrap my head around the transition, but I finally started. The first few days, my body freaked out. It never had three healthy meals in one day. Now things were looking up. My body adjusted faster than I expected. Sugar was a really big demon that had to be annihilated. Another thing to get over was the cost of healthy foods. I wasn’t a big meat-eater and that was a good thing because grass-fed meat cost more than grain-fed meat. The vegetables and fruit from the Farmer’s Market were exceptionally delicious.  My plan was to buy chicken and fish along with a few pieces of beef as I had always done. Load up with more vegetables. Read the labels.

Our bodies take 90 days to regenerate new cells. I will be eating like this for at least that long. I have a feeling it will be longer—like forever. The regeneration of the cells will also allow me to discontinue taking the medication I’m currently on. Yeah!

This journey will never end but I will uncover the Jewel…me. I will then give myself another hug and will hug the delivered, healthy, strong me.

It is a lifestyle change that will keep me strong all my days so I can fulfill the purpose and destiny God has for me. I want to hear Him say, “Well done my good and faithful servant”.

Can you see the jewel that you are or is something covering it up? What can you do to bring the jewel-you to the forefront?

DON’T “QUIT”

If you are on the road of possibilities and things get a little hard. Don’t Quit.

If you can’t see your destination and it seems very far. Don’t Quit.

If you lost all you had and see no way to recoup. Don’t Quit.

If you don’t know what is going to happen today or tomorrow. Don’t Quit.

Quitting isn’t an option.

There is not satisfaction in it.

Keep your eyes on the prize, whatever you see it to be.

Accept the motivation that will keep you going strong.

Till you can jump and shout

And sing a happy song.

JUST DON’T QUIT!

HELD CAPTIVE IN THE DARK, DREARY PLACE—NOW FREE

Today I feel like I have a life and I matter. Most days I just exist, nothing about me counts. Some days I feel I’m an asset but there are times I’m just bumbling through. At the end of the day I’m alone.

I’m in a dark and dreary place where the shroud of darkness covers everything round about. Where is the penetrating light that dispels the deep black darkness? Where are the Angels that grab the edges of the dark covering and snap it to attention and command it to leave? Why is my mouth shut up and the words locked away that will burst me forth from the captivity of this dark and dreary place—the place where I’m taunted by the recorder of my life. All you know how to do is make a mess of things. You can’t do anything right. You’re fat and ugly. You’ll never amount to anything. On and on and on then the big one that stabs me in the heart and takes my breath away—I wish you were never born—I wish you were dead. I wish I was dead! How can I have a present and a future with those nagging, mocking voices I hear? Where can I go; what can I do to be rid of them?

A still small voice is whispering loudly at me. It’s softly but boldly beckoning “come hither and see”. I have a way to set you free. As I fight to make my way back from the deep, dark hole there is light at the end that is a blinding flash of light. The darkness is running with no place to hide. The light has defeated it; a new day’s arrived. The small voice breaks through with declarations and decrees. The negative word curses no longer torment me.

I now hear a symphony of cheers. You’re fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you (Philippians 4:13). I know the plan I have for you (Jeremiah 29:11). There’s Angel assistants sent to dispel the darkness so I can see the new day. The glory of the Lord has come to say I love you with an everlasting love.

Have you ever felt you were held captive and alone in a dark dreary place?