Happy Chanukah to all my friends!
Abba Yahweh has taught me so much lately. Most of it has been lessons I thought I was already aware of, but every one can always learn something new from.the same scripture. It’s true magic. Yahweh’s divine power.
Be blessed in your learning and drawing near to Him. I pray for your enrichment and discernment in Yeshua and the Spirit.
It is quite ironic how the assignments of my Christian theology class have been aligning weekly with my life. Since the start of this course I have dealt with a medical condition unlike any I have experienced before. I have several previous diagnoses ranging from SVT, digestive issues, mental disorders, anxiety, PTSD, migraines, TBI, etc. However, what has plagued me recently is unlike anything I have ever witnessed or felt. It all started suddenly, with no sign or warning, my heart was pounding, I could not breathe, my ears were ringing and buzzing, my equilibrium was destroyed, and I had a head rush like I have never experienced combined with a rush of heat over my chest and head, I knew I was going to lose consciousness. My husband was not home, and my children were in bed.
Long story short, that night I ended up in the ER with several tests being ran on me. This happened three more times before I was sent to see specialists. I was diagnosed with panic disorder and hypertension, and while the attacks have lessened in severity and frequency, they are still present. There were times where I dealt with it horribly and angrily. I felt defeated and full of dread. I wondered when it would ever end, and I sometimes still do wonder if God will take it away from me sooner rather than later. I made several trips to the ER thinking I was going to die; I was sure, I was having a heart attack. I have been to so many doctor appointments, and I have seen so many specialists, been poked and prodded, studied and at times simply blown off.
There are instances where I do not recognize the person that I am, I am weak-minded, anxiety ridden, physically exhausted, afraid, and in turmoil. Then there are instances, that with time have grown, where I have strength, where I know that this a spiritual battle, I have peace and comfort, content in God, joy in my family, and excitement in soon being back in the states.
I find comfort in God, my husband, my family, and my current GCU class. I particularly find comfort in prayer, studying the Bible, worshiping God, listening to sermons, studying for my Christian theology class, quoting scripture, choosing to speak life over my situation, and attending church. I also find comfort in being near my husband, having his support, and spending time with our children. My husband has been my absolute rock during this period and I honestly would be lost without him. In positive and strange ways, he has helped lead me closer to God and therefore, my relationship with God has grown and gotten stronger.
I am not done with this trial yet, but I believe I am almost through it, and God is using it to strengthen his purpose in me, and to bring good for my future. I also think this is not only to bring me closer to God, to get me one step closer to my calling, but to also help others who are and will be in need.
Blessed be always,
J.S. Yahweh’s daughter.
What he does and says:
I’m stuck up his a** 24/7
I’m broken because I break myself (He consoles everyone but me).
He defends all his actions
When I cry he fights with me for it.
Everything is my fault
It’s my fault I cry
We fight: I kept him up, if he went to sleep I would use it against him.
I’m the gaslighter
It’s always about me
I pick fights
I don’t listen
I blew all his money
I still blow all his money.
All of our income is his money.
He allows me to spend it.
When he has went off alone he ended up drinking and being with girls. He lied to me and shut his phone off. Several occasions.
He did something with her.
He still defends his dance (sex with clothes on in front of my face) with that other mousy twit.
He calls me awful names because of things that have happened to me (due to his decisions and what he did), he had a lapdance by strippers at a unamed place, and he lied about that.
I’m a whore
I’m a selfish
I’m self centered
I’m a b***h
I’m a c**t
He is already in hell because of me.
What I see:
It’s never about me. When I bring up things is when he wants to point the finger.
He never talks unless I want to talk.
He projects his feelings and actions onto me.
He presumes my behavior and thoughts, and those are normally way off.
He refuses to admit he is wrong or see my side
He pacifies me and manipulates me when he wants something.
He acts like everything is cool when it’s clearly not.
My feelings are invalid
I am invalid
He blames my heart on me and me alone
He treats others better than me and puts his family and job above me.
He said he’d be perfectly happy if everyone on the planet, but his kids died.
It’s aways on me.
It’s always my fault.
He never sees the good or acknowledges it.
It’s always wrong and what I’m not doing.
He doesn’t show me any affection, physical, emotional, or words.
I’m clingy and a burden.
My feelings don’t matter
He doesn’t listen
I’m doing it on my own
He patronizes and condsecends.
He treats me like a whore.
I have to help him with his military stuff too, if he doesn’t have help or reminders it doesn’t get done
He’s always on his phone or playing video games, and if it is not important to him then it doesn’t matter.
He is inconvienced by everything.
He wants to spend spend spend. Spend money on things we don’t need or even have.
He refuses to handle anything that could affect him legally or not, because he won’t t deal with conflict.
He’d rather suffer
He’d rather the kids and I suffer.
As I lay awake late at night knowing I’m alone
it is then I realize even during the daylight hours it is still the same
I am always alone
Yet you are here with me always no matter the time or place
It is here I realize I am never truly alone
For you guide me and protect me
You go before me always
Peace and love,
Remember that God loves you because of his grace and mercy! Stop telling yourself that prayer you haven’t prayed is too small or insignificant for God. That your being a bother to him. Those are lies!
God loves you and he wants you to talk to him. God already knows the desires of your heart. You only need confess to him, pray, and have faith! Pray God sized prayers for when you do, you will get God sized blessings. #BeExtraordinaryInPrayer
Peace and Love,
Inspiration from #God #Bible #Jesus #Blessing #AnsweredPrayers #Life #Love #TBN #JoelOsteen #JosephPrince
I know I have been pretty much MIA lately. For that I apologize. My family and I are on vacation for Christmas, and I haven’t had the opportunity to write or get on here and post my next blog about The Roman Empire.
I promise it’s done, except some minor grammatical errors that need correcting that I will post once I make it back to my laptop.
Until then, if I don’t make another post before Christmas I wanted to wish all of you an extraordinarly Merry Christmas!
Yesterday I made a short little post about negativity. It is something that stuck with me throughout yesterday into last night. I had a word to share on Facebook about it, and it was an on time word because it blessed a few of my friends. Today I’m going to share my status with you and the comment I made about it.
“The darkness your dealing with is for a reason. Only light can defeat it. Maybe that’s you or someone that’s in/entering your life. Don’t detest the process. Trust that everything is working for your good, to give you hope and a future. EPH 3:20, JER 29:11, JOHN 1:5.”. In my comments after hearing a good word from Joel Osteen on TV I went on to say “Also to add to this, negativity is the cause of darkness. Life and death are in the power of our words. If we are speaking it that’s what is gonna be the framework for our mind. Negativity is the manifestation of anxiety and hopelessness of negative thoughts. We all have to choose every moment of every day if we are going to be positive to one another or see the worst in each other. At the end of the day if negativity is what’s in your head then it will become you reality.”.
Now, I’m going to share with you one of my negative and dark subjects that still has a hold on me presently. Albeit, after last night it isn’t as strong, and God is delivering me from it, but I can still feel it’s nasty dark clutches holding on to try and regain the life it had attached to me. That darkness has a name. One of my many past darkness that is. This one in particular it’s name is fat. Yes you read that right, FAT. F. A. T. So in this particular case I suppose we shall go all the way back and then play up to current events. I do pray that whoever reads this gains understanding or encouragement for whatever battle you are facing today. Mwah!
Technically it started when I was in the 3rd grade. The first time someone called me fat. It was my cousin, and to be frank she was jealous I had “stolen” her boyfriend. Unbeknownst to me, the boy who wanted me to be his girlfriend was her crush. Oops. My bad cuz. It truly didn’t have any effect on me then though, because I was no where near fat. As a child I was always overly tall for my age and my gender. With that, came being skinny and a bit lanky.
At the age of 10 I got my first period and along with it boobs and a backside women would kill for. I kid you not, all of this in the span of two days. My hormones have always been a bit cuckoo like me I suppose. Anyhoo, I have also always been solidly built, strong and sturdy thighs, with good calves for support so I weighed about 100lbs at the time. Some of you will have opinions about that being skinny or not for my age, but I really don’t care because that was the last time in my life I could truly define myself as skinny and healthy together. As a flippin 10 year old! Soon after I started bleeding not so regularly till it came to the point where I was bed ridden, my mother had to carry me to the restroom, and she had to bathe me because I was literally wasting away from all the blood loss, not being able to eat, etc. When I drastically dropped to 75lbs she finally got the bright idea after so many months to take me to the Dr. who decided the best course of action would be to put me on birth control to regulate my periods; alas if my mom didn’t I would probably die from malnutrition and blood loss. My periods have never been close to normal or regular, but that’s not why we are here is it?
Needless to say I got better because I’m still alive and I also got FAT. Well chubby and overweight. I went from that 75lbs of skin and bones to 160lbs in a year. I was 11 and I came in at a whopping 160lbs and wore a junior’s size 9 at the height of about 5’3. This is unhealthy for a child, especially when the child gained all this weight by eating two layer cakes regularly by herself every week because her parents let her do whatever she pleased like morons. Yeah, to this day I have issues with eating cake. So during this time of my sickness and recovery I was being homeschooled and we lived in Atlanta. Shortly after that, we moved back to my tiny, hell hole, hometown. I was in 6th grade when the real degradation and bullying started. The first time that it actually hurt and stuck with me when someone called me an ugly word regarding my weight and body shape. That’s when it hit me and realization poured over me like molten gold that I was overweight and I had done to it myself. That my parent had let me do it and I was so angry and ashamed. That’s the day I decided to be Anorexic.
From 6th to 8th grade I was called numerous names by bullies, “friends”, my crush, and others that ranged from fat, chubby, hefty, chunky, and roily poily. In the 8th grade my crush made it his duty and my living nightmare to always make sure he was around the popular kids and walk behind me or just loudly declare “Hey it’s chunky monkey” or something of the variety that had “chunky monkey” in it. For these middle school years my anorexia took it’s toll on my mental stability combined with the bullying that happened at school. My weight constantly fluctuated, up and down, up and down, and so did my desire for food. Ironically in health class during 7th grade we were introduced to eating disorders. Of course Anorexia was in there, but so was another eating disorder I had heard of yet didn’t fully comprehend until that day. Bulimia. Yup, you read that right again! Health class gave me the great idea that being Bulimic on top of being Anorexic would be my “fat fix”.
So I did my research, and when I was forced to eat in front of anyone for the sake of saving face, and so no would discover my dirty little secret, I would just go throw it up in the bathroom as soon as I was done. I could be at home, school, a friend’s house, it didn’t really matter. When I was starving so severely that I just couldn’t take the hunger pains anymore I would binge as much food as I could mentally tolerate and then I would go shove my finger down my throat until nothing but bile came up. This went on until I was 14. You see though, it wasn’t just the kids at school that made fun of my physical appearance. It was also family members that poked fun and called me names. Using the excuse that they were just cutting the fool with me and didn’t mean it. Deep down I knew they did though, everyone did, no one ever made those sort of remarks to me before when I was skinny. Remarks like my grandmother and father made “You getting a little chunky there aren’t ya?” “Hey Porky” “Your mighty thick and a little fat huh kid?”.
Yeah enough of that. On to 9th grade and my final year with my eating disorders. I had managed to lose 20lbs and weighed 140-145 at the height of 5″6. I had large boobs and a big backside with thick thighs, many started to envy my body shape and became jealous that “Chunky Monkey Jordan” wasn’t so chunky anymore. I still wasn’t satisfied though, every time I looked in the mirror I saw that fat girl, felt her shame, the weight of all the names, and the guilt of all the things she had done to even had a mildly attractive physical appearance. Because guess what everyone? Words do hurt, it’s not just sticks and stones. I would much rather be physically hurt then endure another hateful comment, especially one about my weight or figure. In my freshman year I was introduced to cocaine. I easily and quickly became addicted to it. It wasn’t just about the rush or the effects of the drug itself that was so intoxicating for me. It was the complete loss of appetite, not even wanting to smell food because it made me sick, the weight loss that came with getting high on coke. That is truly what addicted me to it and chained me down to that vicious and ferocious drug.
Even in 9th grade before my true and final results from cocaine were in there was yet another horrible and humiliating day for me. My best friend at the time thought it would be a fun idea to pull my down my pants during break in front of the whole school. Out of sheer embarrassment all I could do was drop to the ground and try to cover myself before anyone else saw. Instead of ya know, pulling my pants back up. Everyone laughed, some made comments like gross, ew look at her fat thighs, I see crack, she looks fat without clothes. Not one person was kind, not one person I knew stopped to help me. Then a senior who to this day is my best friend came and covered me with his letter jacket as he helped me pull my pants back up, shooed the rest of the stragglers and yelled at them, then walked me to my locker and to the office to check out.
A year later at the age of 15 I was at my lowest weight ever and my unhealthiest. That didn’t matter to me though, I was finally skinny. I weighed 120lbs and I could wear size 3 or 4 jeans and I was so skinny that bones protruded out of my neck, collarbone, hips, and ribs. See I have a medium frame and it’s my now honest opinion that girls that have my frame shouldn’t weigh below a certain amount because we start to look sick, and most of us are because we don’t feel good enough for the rest of the world due to our size.
At 16 I was a high school dropout, got my GED, got into a major car wreck, and two weeks before my 17th birthday found out I was pregnant with my firstborn. After I had her I went back up to 140lbs. Which happens to be my lowest and healthiest weight. I wore a size 9, but I evened out quite well. My boobs were again huge, nice rear, thick thighs, and no sickly looking bones poking out of places that they shouldn’t be. I was almost confident in myself. Almost. Until my SO took the physically abuse to an emotional and mental level and started calling me fat, lazy, useless, worthless, nasty, etc. His brother took part of this too and they talked about how unattractive I was and how I was gross behind my back, but in ear’s reach constantly.
After I left him, needless to say I was back to being just as hard on myself as I was when I was that 12 year old chubby kid. Of course I had never really overcame my self image issues, nor had I conquered my shame and guilt of feeling not skinny enough. One of my friend’s with benefits told me I was pudgy and use to make it a usual joke every time we saw each other. Almost every guy I had a fling with told other people (that always came back and told me) that I was chubby, pudgy, or too meaty behind my back. This gave me the mindset that it must be true. After all, we are taught that if you have the same problem with more than one person than that problem is usually you. So here I was yet again, stuck with this disgusting and horrid body, no matter what I did, how hard I tried, I would never ever be skinny enough for anyone else or especially myself.
Then I met my husband. He thought I was God’s gift to earth and couldn’t have made me feel more special, pretty, sexy, and confident. Not to mention skinny or unfat. I got pregnant with our son though, and I gained a lot of weight. I went from 145 lbs and a size 9 to 185lbs and a size 12. After my son was a few months old the “baby weight” fell off and I was 165lbs once more and still in a size 12. It was the biggest I had ever been in my whole life and I was in denial for a year. My husband never said anything, he always made me feel beautiful, then one day, reality hit.
I had two strangers, on two separate occasions, in the span of a few months, not just ask, but congratulate me on my pregnancy. When I informed them I wasn’t pregnant, one responded with “Oh, I’m so sorry, it’s just you have such a nice, round, shapely belly.” and the other’s was horrendous laughing with “You should back off from that table muscle then and work on cutting back on that food, know what I’m saying girl?”. Yeah, never had I been accidentally mistaken as pregnant. I was determined to do it the right way this time for my children’s sakes. So I started working out with my boss who happened to be a personal trainer, 5 times a week, 2 hours a day. In 6 weeks I dropped back down to 145lbs and I was in a size 8-9 depending on the brand. I had abs and I felt absolutely amazing.
Over the next 4 years for whatever reason I continually lost weight, sometimes gained, but never went over a size 9. I plateaued at a size 6 and stayed there for over a year. It was at this point I had finally achieved my goal and was the smallest and healthiest I had ever been, and I was happy. Okay not truly happy and confident, I honestly don’t know if that is something I will ever be able to reach here on earth with my body image. However, it was as close as I could get. That was until last week.
See from July-September of this year I somehow without doing anything different, except maybe becoming more active gained 22lbs out of nowhere! LITERALLY! I know that is hard to believe but it happened. It all went straight to my hips, booty, and thighs. The thighs and booty part I wasn’t really upset about. But the hips, oh I was infuriated and ashamed. Those feelings started coming back up and rearing their ugly heads. Anytime I put on my jeans size 6 or 8 I have a muffin top. Partially due to my increased butt size and the other 50% due to increased hip size. My measurements for the past 4 years up until this point were a 38, 26, 36. Then they went up to a 40, 29, 40. Not so good…. AT ALL!!!! So I started working out, eating healthier, which is pretty hard for me because I already eat healthy as it is. As of 5 days ago I only have 7.8lbs to lose to get down to my goal weight. My measurements are 40, 28, 39.
I’m still unhappy and seeing a big issue here because my measurements haven’t changed much, I still can’t fit in my jeans without the muffin top, yet I have lost over half of what I gained?!?! What am I doing wrong? I’m currently in size 7/8 jeans high waisted only, otherwise, yup you guessed it! Muffin Top, and I refuse to let that happen. However, I figure a lot can change with another 8lbs to lose and I am seeing some progress so be grateful and positive. Stop with all the self-hate, not feeling good enough, negativity. Then the unthinkable happened. I’m not gonna come out and say it and put it on blast, but I’m pretty sure that you intelligent people can form and educated guess on what sent me down a long, dark, deep, downward, spiral last week that made me feel all of my hard work and progress has been for nought.
Why did it hurt so bad? Because of the trust that was there, because of the justification for the word said, for the sheer lack of concern and acknowledgment for what it caused me. Because my faith in God was made weak due to me letting another person control my emotions, I let my negativity and all the pain, the suffering, torment, shame, embarrassment, guilt, and truth of it all come rushing back in one quick and true strike.
I let one person dictate my feelings and how I viewed myself. Which in turn lead to me seeing myself as that same poor, helpless, lonely, unloved, fat girl who would never physically be good enough for anyone, but especially never good enough for herself. But see that’s a lie. It’s not true. It’s what the evil one wants me to think because that is what he does he goes and “roams around as a lion looking for someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:8 I wasn’t alert, I was caught off guard by humiliation, and I was devoured, but only temporarily. Because everything happens for a reason and I know that I am “beautiful and I am wonderfully and fearfully made in the image of God.”
That “God’s grace is sufficient for me, his power is made perfect in my weakness, therefore I will glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2 Cor 12:9 I may not be down another 8lbs yet, but I’m on my way there and I will get there with determination and God’s help. I may have had “sorrow, but God will see me again, and my heart shall rejoice, and my joy no one will take away from me.” John 16:22 Because I am a child of the most high God, a royal co-heir with Christ, I am beautiful and I am the light that shines in the darkness, no number on a scale will dictate that, no past hurts will make me feel that pain, it will only be a distant memory. I have a great, big, God who is my Abba, that I can go and lean on, curl up in his lap, and talk to him about everything and he will still tell me how much he loves me, how proud he is of me, how perfect I am to him, and how wonderful I am inside and out because he created me.
So please beautiful person out there reading this, if you are struggling remember how beautiful you are, that you may be the only light in someone’s life, that though it is hard now peace and joy come in the morning. You may not be where you want to be today, but it’s another step closer. Don’t give up, have faith, rejoice in your pain, praise God on credit, thank him for the good and the bad. I ask that if you don’t know him, that you at least give him a chance and try getting to know him. I promise it will be the most rewarding thing you have ever done in this life and the next. For Jesus said “Come to me all those who are weary and heavy burdened, I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”. Matthew 11:28-30. As always and until next time,
Peace and Love,
Negativity will always justify itself. – Brian Houston
It uses experience to justify it’s existence. – Brian Houston
It chooses your friends for you. – Brian Houston
It’s contagious and clinging. – Brian Houston
It is always right in the mind of the negative.
The heart is from where the mouth flows. – The Holy Bible
If the heart is negative then the mouth will be negative.
Negativity is death of life itself.