Over the weekend Pierre and I got into a disagreement. He and I are both passionate, stubborn, strong-willed, and opinionated, so it happens. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We compliment each other with different points of views and varying solutions to challenges. Often he makes me see things in a way I hadn’t thought of, and I am able to open my mind to new concepts. Not this time. My beloved business and marketing guru hubinator suggested that I sell my awesome Young Living essential oils retail. He said I should not only concentrate on offering wholesale memberships, but also on getting customers – because those customers can lead me to people who will want wholesale memberships and may one day become wholesale members themselves through exposure to the product. Doesn’t that sound like a great idea? Not to me. Continue reading →
Today marks the 6 year anniversary of my daddy passing away. He was 68 years young. Last year was the first year that I didn’t wake up sobbing. This is the first year that I’m waking up celebrating. It’s not that I’m praising the day I lost my biggest hero, not at all. This will forever go down in history as one of the most painful days of my life. What I am celebrating is the fact that I still have the opportunity to honor his memory by leaving an imprint on humanity like he did. Continue reading →
The other day I was reading 1 Kings 14:1-20. King Jeroboam’s son was ill so he was sending his wife to the prophet Ahijah to find out if he was going to be OK. He told her not to let the prophet know who she was, probably so Ahijah wouldn’t be tempted to skew his prophecy for the King’s wife. Yet before she even got there, the Lord told Ahijah she was coming, who she was, and what to say. What took place in that meeting got me thinking about holiness in our generation. Continue reading →
Many years ago Pierre and I would travel hundreds of miles to attend spiritual conferences, completely deflated and desperate for inspiration. It would take a few hours, or even an entire day plus, but eventually we’d get into the spirit of what they were saying and start to feel hope again. By the time we’d leave the conference, we’d feel elated, ready to take on the world. The buildup would somewhat dissipate on our way home, but we’d still carry the vast bulk of it with us. Then the P.I.N.S. would come. Continue reading →
Several months ago I wrote An Open Letter to Sugar and we had quite a public breakup. However, like many toxic relationships, I was lured back into ties with the substance and we continued our torrid love affair. Things were good between us, until a friend sent me this New York Times article the other day and once again I felt betrayed. Not only is sugar as bad for you as we all know, but it’s actually worse. Way worse.