Beginning Jubilee

December 31, 2019

There’s a part of me that wants to write this and a part that does not. But, after all the discussions I’ve had I realize I am not the only person. I’ll keep this short as I plan on playing and partying with my family today. 

This past year has not been easy. I won’t go into the details, but I’ll just say the past seven years have been indescribably difficult. After the miscarriage in February, that was kinda the tipping point, I was at a place mentally where I was just expecting the bad to come. The enemy had me in his hands and he knew just how to play the right notes to destroy me.

I tried so many different ways to fix myself. As a natural health professional, I tried it all. From homeopathy, to Bach flowers, to the emotion code, to tapping, to hiding, to prayer, to crying (and crying and crying and crying) and so many other things. It was painful. I felt like I was ruining life for everybody around me. So I hid. 

This pregnancy….as soon as precious Selah was born it was like it was all washed away. All the fear. All the anxiety. All of the hurt. God washed it all away. Ironically she was born in water, but I can think of no better way to describe it. 

I cry these days but because I’m looking at this beautiful miracle and asking the Lord “who am I that you would bless me with this precious creation?”

I have no desire to carry this into 2020. So today I am putting this at the foot of the cross and thanking the Lord for carrying this for me. To the handful of friends whom I trusted in and who would comfort me in words or presence, thank you. A million times over. Thank you for showing the love of Christ to a broken and hurting sister.

Our word for 2020 is Jubilee. Freedom from enslavement. Thank you Lord for freeing us and for refining us in fire for seven years. May You be glorified in the joy-filled and hard euchresteo.

Part of my focus this new year is to stay far away from negativity. Whether that be social media or the news. It’s not something I should be playing with so flippantly. 

I don’t know if someone else needed to read this, but living in fear is so dark and I’m so sorry if you’re struggling here. I wish I could take it all away for you. It’s so easy to say to trust the Lord. I *did* trust the Lord. I just can’t properly explain what it’s like to live on that kind of stage. When you know, you know. And I pray you never have to know. Unless, of course, the Lord will be using it to help another brother or sister.

I can’t fix it and it’s hard and it sucks, but there is an ending. There is a rainbow on the other side. And Selah, for us, is our rainbow. 

I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us.

Romans 8:18

Blessings 🌻

Back to the Basics

September 23, 2019

I didn’t want to write this post. It’s taken a year for me to recognize that I haven’t been doing the right thing for my body.

I have spent the past 15 years learning as much as I possibly can about living a natural life. From the way I eat to the way I breathe to the thoughts I have to the medicine I take, and so forth. My strong passion was born from a life changing event: when I was 9 years old, I ended up at the hospital on Christmas Eve due to a poor diet that almost cost me my life.

One year ago (September 2016) I went through a traumatic fall. To me, it seemed simple, my wrist had broken. It’s not like my back or neck broke, right? In fact, to be honest, they told me my wrist was fractured and I thought a fracture was like a sprain and not an actual break.

Mine ended up being pretty damaging. Even the x-ray technician looked squeamish when he saw it! At the ER, my wrist was compressed and the doctor had to yank my hand away from my arm. The pain was too much! Even the morphine they gave me barely helped.

I was to have a piece of titanium screwed in to piece me together. This would be my first ever surgery.

I. Was. Scared.

And that’s an understatement. I was supposed to be flying to Maui at the exact same time my surgery was beginning. Just an aside, this was the third trip in a row I won as bonus from my health business, and unfortunately the second Hawaii trip in a row I missed.

Before surgery, I told the doctors and nurses how afraid I was. They gave me a Vicodin to calm my nerves. I had never been so happy to be administered such a heavy drug. And out I went.

Needless to say, after the surgery they loaded me up with prescriptions. Heavy painkillers.

The pain was so much, I happily took these painkillers. Anything to take the pain away. I would space them out to make sure they would last as I knew they would eventually run out and there were no refills. I only found one thing that really worked, but unfortunately it was the most addictive thing and they didn’t renew it, so I spent weeks in constant pain.

It was very difficult to sleep and I started taking Benadryl to help. I just wanted to sleep. Y’all, I was desperate. My system was worn down from the painkillers and drugs I took from the broken wrist. Those take so long to get out of your system. I felt like this “little” fall took my entire year away from me.

I had spent years teaching about how important it is to take care of your health in order to avoid emotional darkness. How important it is to stay consistent with your supplements, water, sleep, exercise, etc. And yet here I was, being the person that I would get frustrated with. Someone who would start a healthy life style and abandon it. I can’t explain it, except that my mental health was destroyed because of all of that medication. I needed Benadryl to help me sleep, but after realizing what it was doing, I took my bottle of Benadryl and dumped all of it out.

All of this history to tell you that I am returning to my healthy ways. Ya know, only took a year. I’m not proud of this, it’s been a terrible year. I wish this had never happened. So I’m hoping to be an example to you of how important it is to stay consistent and to stay as far away from big Pharma type drugs as much as you can.

I don’t know why I didn’t get back on my supplements. I just didn’t want to. I would take probiotics, but that’s it. I am completely confident in the importance of probiotics/fermented foods, but that simply wasn’t enough. You guys, I was taking my naturopathy classes WHILE going through this. I wanted to learn, but wasn’t interested in actually GETTING better.

I’m done with living like this and I’m ready to get back to joyful Jennica. I miss me. I’m mainly writing about this to keep myself accountable. Plus, of course, to help others who may be going through something similar. Mentally struggling and just wanting some help.

Here is a photo of the supplements I am getting back to.

I will be beginning my morning by drinking Slim and when I get on the treadmill I will enjoy Active. After breakfast or lunch I make sure to take XFactor as my daily supplement. Before bedtime, one of my daughters will sets me up a little clay dish with BioCleanse, ProBio, and Ease. The Joyome is a skin lotion that works on the microbiome. So this isn’t really so much a focus on my internal health, but thought I’d add it in here.

I am pregnant and due with #8 and I will say…this is definitely not my best pregnancy. First off, I wasn’t focusing on my health at all and also THIS HEAT AND HUMIDITY!! I am so looking forward to an official autumn shift 🍁

I want to wrap this up by asking for lots of grace and forgiveness. I know I haven’t been myself this past year. Yet, I know that God doesn’t allow something to happen without there being a purpose. I pray I can be an example to those who need to take back their health when pharmaceuticals have taken them down a dark mental path. Remember, we are BODY, MIND, & SPIRIT. Without a doubt I can say that I know my mind and spirit were affected by what was happening to my body. It’s all connected.

Praying for you, my loves. Thank you for your sweet companionship.


Can I be real with you? These past six years have been intense. That’s putting it nicely. I remember when I was a new Christian I would be praying continually for others and would wonder why nothing bad ever happened to me. Like, I almost wondered if I wasn’t strong enough. But all that changed in 2013. With that being said, I have a really good life. A grace filled, love overflowing life. I still continually pray for others, but I did come into the struggles. I knew with each struggle I was being strengthened to be more like Christ. Yet, there was a good year or two when I became a lot like the world. My thoughts, my words, my actions, they all took a nose dive. I wasn’t the Jennica that God created.

I’m done with that.

That’s not who I am.

I kept hearing the Spirit drawing me back and I kept kinda putting Him off. I still loved His word, but not like I had before. I was tired, I was broken, I felt defeated. I had lost my trust in everyone, including my Creator.

Back in June 2018 we moved back to Nashville, TN (go ahead and read all about that in past posts 2013-2015, cause goodness, that was rough back then). In September 2018 I fell in a dark room at our new church and was rushed to the ER. I was taken into surgery, but we’ll chat about that later. That’s an entire blog series right there. Needless to say, I still haven’t properly moved into our new house. I was so doped up on drugs and literally couldn’t pick up anything so it is now 10 months since moving and I’m finally unpacking. And what did I come across? My favorite book outside of the Bible!

One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp was the reason I began the Eucharisteo blog back in January 2011. Please read this book if you haven’t. It is dripping with hope and encouragement and Christ focus. I can’t believe it’s been 8 years. I began writing after reading this book and my life was filled with His Spirit.Here’s the thing, when you’re speaking God’s word out loud you can always expect that the enemy is near and is ready to attack. I should’ve seen it coming. I drifted. I allowed the troubles of the world to change me, but y’all, just because you get knocked down does not mean you have to stay there.

I don’t know what the new era of Eucharisteo looks like, because I want to be open to following His leading and that means being open to doing something else that He calls me to. Maybe writing about something I never would have even thought about.

I will still be the Christ loving, encouraging, life speaking Jennica you’ve always known. I guess I just wanted to welcome myself back. I’m looking forward to using my *real* camera again. As convenient as the cell phone is the quality just isn’t there.

Can I encourage you to begin a blog? You were created with a story and you should share it! I always used to think I was SO unique. Yet, the more I slow down and look around I see how incredibly similar we all are. You ARE unique, but we are all so exact as well. That’s not a bad thing, by any means. If you feel that tugging on your heart that you should write, DO IT. I don’t write properly and I expect autocorrect to help me more than I should. Yet, my mind is full of thoughts that I want to put down and share with others. Who knows if one thing that you write changes somebody’s day or life! Some may appreciate your writing and others may not. I see it as not everybody loves Jesus and not everybody needs to love me. I’m really not all that great, but if I can give you a slimmer of hope and encouragement then that is my joy.

If you have a blog please comment it below. I’d love to check it out!

With all of that being said, I’m so happy to be back. I was writing over at Restoring Moms for a bit, but I will be transferring all of that over here and will likely give this site a facelift.

I love you all and will be praying for all of you.

Blessings ?

Learning from the Past

December 31, 2017

I’ve been struggling with whether or not I wanted to write an end of the year post here. Alas, I finally chose to share my thoughts. Only because I have found so many others walking the same path we have.

Nothing was horrendous about 2017. 2016 took care of that for us. 2016 was the shock of a lifetime. The warning of “do not trust men” (meaning any human being). We were taught that not everything that glitters is always gold. Sometimes it’s just fools gold and that’s all it is. It’s pretty on the outside but it’s just a rock.

2017 has been the year of learning. The year of going back to our true Christian roots and escaping the lies we believed from the modern day Pharisees. I feel like this has been a year of training. Building up of our Christian muscles. Re-learning to rely fully on Him and not on ourselves. I’m always shocked when I hear of others who are going through something so similar. All these years I’ve thought “nobody understands.” That’s so not true. When you are struggling with something I promise you, there is somebody near you who has already or is currently going through the same thing. I believe that is why we walk through valleys. That is where we learn and what the Lord will use in the future to help others near us.

Maybe He’s preparing us for a spiritual battle. No, I promise He is. He is absolutely preparing us for battle. Every moment of every day is a spiritual battle. Be prepared at all times to fight the enemy with God’s word. You will need the…

Belt of truth
Breastplate of righteousness
Shoes of the gospel
Shield of faith
Helmet of salvation
Sword of the Spirit
{Ephesians 6:10-18}

With what we’ve gone through these past two years I tell my kids that maybe the Lord was protecting them from a similar deceitful type situation/person in their future. “Don’t forget what we’ve gone through,” I tell them. “Don’t waste this opportunity to learn.”

I do look eagerly to 2018. I’m not sure what the future holds, only that God holds the future and I know He is always tending to His sheep. I am so thankful for His love, guidance, and His provision. Praying for each of you who is reading this that this new year will grow you more like Him.

Blessings to you my sweet friends!

Do Not Disturb

November 30, 2017

Photo by
Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

Recently I’ve been thinking about the past a lot. Like, how when I had only a couple kids. How I would cook meals, clean house, go on walks, go to the gym, journal, etc. It’s just not the same anymore and it bothers me. Yes, I’ve added five more children to that amount, but I’m not convinced that’s what’s changed. Then it clicked.

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