If You Want to Hear from God, Go Stand by Him

There’s a story behind the picture in this post. This old man, praying over his bread. It’s actually part in a series because there is an old woman as well, in a separate picture. In my family, this picture is a big deal. All of my aunts, uncles and cousins have this same picture hanging in our homes. It’s iconic for us and we all have different memories of times we we’d spent at my grandparents’ house, doing various things while that picture watched over us. I used to ask myself- what is he praying about? Just his food? Maybe the weight of the world is on his shoulders and, at the end of a long, difficult day, sitting down to his meal, he is praying for grace to face another one. Who knows. But everyone in my family has a different theory.

I’m not one to pretend I know much of any one, particular thing, but after walking in relationship with the Lord all of my life, I do know this: Prayer changes things. Prayer doesn’t change God, no. He never changes. But prayer changes hearts, minds, attitudes, entrapments, strongholds, situations and everything else because prayer engages God’s power and releases it into our lives: On earth as it is in heaven.

We become the agreement on earth, for things to align in God’s will, as they already exist in heaven. That’s an Amen!

On my mind today: Deuteronomy 5:31, “…but as for you, stand here by Me, so that I may speak to you…”

As I’ve been working my way through the book of Deuteronomy, I’ve been reading it with fresh, new eyes. I remember trying to read it so many times in the past and just about falling asleep, partially because I thought it was boring and partially because I’ve read it so many times, since it’s one of those first few books you encounter each time you try to read the Bible through in a year…

Our proximity to God is a crucial part of our ability to hear from Him. James 4:8 tells us to ‘Draw near to God…” – it is our responsibility to place ourselves closer to God and we do that through building a relationship with Him, getting to know Him through His Word and through time spend seeking Him in prayer and even just being quiet in His presence.

There is a geography in the Kingdom (Read the post, “The Geography of Sin” for more) – you are either close to or far from God- and those are your choices to make.

In Deuteronomy 5, Moses had just finished giving the Hebrews the Ten Commandments that the Lord spoke to him “on the mountain, out from the midst of fire, the cloud and the think darkness with a great voice” (don’t you wish it could just be that easy to hear from God…?!) and the Word says that even though the people heard the voice of God up on that mountain as the Lord spoke to Moses, they had no sense of honor or awe. They wanted to get as far away from it as they could.

In fact, they said to Moses, “Now, therefore, why should we die? For this great fire will consume us. If we hear the voice of the Lord our God any more, then we will die. For who is there of all flesh who has heard the voice of the living God speaking out of the midst of the fire, as we have, and lived? Go near and hear all that the Lord our God will say. Then speak to us all that the Lord our God will speak to you, and we will hear and do it.”

One of the biggest mistakes the Hebrews made (over and over and over) is that they consistently ping-pong’d back and forth in their geography to God. If God did nice things, they got closer. If God didn’t do what they wanted, or not fast enough, they made golden calves and distanced themselves from Him.

One thing we know about God from His Word is that not only can God be found, but also- He wants to be found, but it is our job to seek.

In Deuteronomy 5:30-31, after the Hebrews got weird about being too close to hear God’s voice, the Lord says to Moses, “Go say to them ‘return to your tents’, but as for you, stand here by Me, so that I may speak to you…” As for YOU. As for me. “Stand here by Me.” Could there be any more inviting, amazing statement God could make? He wants to be near me?

The Lord wants to be close to us, so that He can speak. Need a word from God about your situation? Read the Word. Pray. He can be found, but you must seek Him, His face. You must place yourself close to God so that He can speak and so that you can hear. How can we expect to hear and know the voice of God if we aren’t standing close enough to Him to listen?

Food for thought. Pray before you eat it.

 

What a difference 10 years makes…for better, or for worse

The picture on the left was taken on Feb. 13, 2008 – the day Homer and I met.

After meeting online (ChristianMingle.com, for those who want to know…), and chatting on the phone/IM for a few weeks, we decided to meet up in person to make sure our profile pictures were accurate. haha 🙂

Well, they so were. Homer was every bit as gorgeous as I’d hoped- tall, confident, handsome, and really fun. So, we snapped a picture at the place where we met up- the EcoTarium in Worcester, Mass., in front of their giant grizzly bear.

Well, on Feb. 17, 2018, we took the kids ice skating and snapped another photo, at almost 10 years to the day of that fateful trip to meet each other to see what if…

Wow. We have been through a lot, the wringer, actually- but together, always together. There were times when I wanted to leave, and times when he wanted to. But we didn’t. We toughed it out. We cried, screamed, prayed, threw things, despaired, triumphed, grew, changed, forgave, comforted and refused to sleep in different beds, even on our darkest and most painful nights.

What a difference 10 years ago makes! The people on the left thought they were two, strong people. The two people on the right have learned they are stronger together. Every day together is a gift. Treasure it.

How a Real Man Rocks Valentine’s Day

Showing the love, Dad styleMy husband is a rockstar! This week he goes into work late and gets home late, so while I get up early and make his breakfast and get his lunch packed and then start working at my job, he feeds the girls, homeschools Sunny and keeps Birdie busy. This enables me to finish working, so when he leaves I can be Mom for the rest of the day.

This is real, everyday love, not a lame Valentine’s Day extra push, or some grand gesture to over-compensate for a marriage filled with daily disappointments. My husband is the *real deal*.

And you know what? I have it so good. H. and I often ask ourselves if other people are are happy as we are behind closed doors. I just wonder, especially when I see other people just slogging through it all. I do not slog. I was made for so much more than that- I work for so much more than that with H. It’s worth every effort.

and romance? Oh yes. Take a look…

We dance together in a kitchen, not a ballroom. We don’t buy chocolates; we bake chocolate chip cookies together for the kids. We don’t buy flowers; we rake leaves and plant a garden together. We don’t buy teddy bears or lingerie; we hug each other and fold laundry on our bed. We don’t spend money on fancy jewelry; we pay the bills for the beautiful home we live and love in. We don’t rent dirty movies, read salacious BDSM novels or get into costumes to spice things up; we giggle at our grays, wrinkles and stretch marks, rejoicing at the pleasure of growing old together.

This is the love I dreamed of my whole life.

Fantasy has nothing on reality!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

When Making Lunch Changes the World

If your house is anything like ours, school mornings are somewhat chaotic. This morning’s weeping and gnashing of teeth was over school lunches. We can’t afford to buy school lunch right now, so we pack lunches (remember the good old days when people preferred homemade things??), which is much less exciting, apparently.

As EDJ stomped around in anger because “we never have any good food” my husband suggested scraping three dollars out of our spare change jar to let him buy lunch, but it turned out that we didn’t have enough, so I got up to find him something to eat for lunch (yes, he’s a teenager and could, presumably make his own lunch, but it wasn’t in the cards today- I could already tell). You know how those days go.

As I scrambled around to scrape together something for lunch that wouldn’t end up being thrown away, EDJ threw some shade at me about how he hates peanut butter and jelly (which is all I could manage, as we need to shop, but haven’t gotten paid yet- aaaand you know how that goes), and that he fully intended to throw it away at school.

We went back and forth about the value of food and its cost, priorities and perspective, an appreciation for what we have even when it’s as humble as a PB&J and how not everyone can pay for school lunches and how that is OKAY. Of course, when I say “back and forth”, it was mostly me doing the talking as EDJ remained (mostly) silent and staring in a way that reminded me of the way people’s eyes would glaze over when looking at those magic pictures from the 1990’s that made images appear and float in front of your eyes.

After he left for school, I sat down to do my devotions and was reading in John 6, about the little boy with the five loaves and two fish. You know the story- Jesus had been teaching and everyone had come from far and wide, and apparently no one had thought to bring any food into the desert.

When Jesus suggested buying them food, Philip points out that they don’t have enough money to buy food for everyone (we didn’t even have $3, so I felt his pain), but they did have “five loaves of barely and two fish”, offered by a boy in the crowd.

Suddenly it struck me — someone had made that lunch for him, most likely the boy’s mother. My mind wandered as I thought about what that mother may have gone thought that morning as the boy headed out to see Jesus. Did he argue with her about how he hates fish? About how he’s sick of eating barley bread all the time? I wondered if he had complained that her fish always tasted funny and how all his friends were stopping at flafel the vendors to pick up something better. I wondered if he told her he’d throw it away once he was away from her.

I thought- maybe after he’d left, holding his five loaves and two fish away from his body as though it were covered in spiders, if she’d sat down like I had and beat herself up for not being a better mother and for forgetting to pick up his favorite lunch foods. Maybe she’d sent him out of the house with resignation, imagining how he’d toss the food that the rest of the family would gladly have eaten without complaint and what a waste it would be. Maybe she’d just been glad he was gone for a few hours. (You know how that goes).

Then, I remembered Jesus. He’d taken those five loaves and two fish and had performed one of His greatest miracles ever recorded – feeding well over 5,000 people (the Bible only counts the men) with that humble, packed lunch that some mother, somewhere in time, had made that morning. Who knows what she went through, but if she were anything like me, she may have had a morning that made her think: Why do I bother to do this at all? Will it ever get any easier?

And yet, because of the faithfulness and, yes, even the “routine” of one mother, who had made a thousand thankless lunches before that and a thousand thankless lunches after that day and may have had a thousand other arguments with her son about how it’s never good enough- she got up and did it anyway. Why?

Did she know Jesus would perform one of His greatest miracles with her humble, packed lunch? No. In fact, it’s highly probably she never had any clue what the Lord had done with her thankless lunch, made on a morning when she felt especially frustrated with it all. She did it because that’s what loving mothers do – they keep moving ahead because they love, because they see things their kids do not, because they’re willing to invest in their children, even when it’s not gratefully accepted at the moment.

However that investment pays off someday isn’t the concern right now. We do what we know to be the right thing, our very best, in spite of the struggle, the monotony of the routine, in spite of how others around us accept the best we have to offer- we’ve given it to God, and who knows- maybe that one, frustrating morning where we did the same thing we do every day will become one of the greatest events ever recorded in history- because we got up and faced another day thinking all we were going to do was pack our kids a lunch.

Stay Blessed!

~Alicia

Wild Orange Wins! Gets Grease GONE.

Life is messy! Oh yes. In our home, we’re trying to work on reducing our chemical exposure, one step at a time. Check this out–> Homer was working on switching out the spark plugs in the truck (thanks, YouTube!) and got, as you can predict, super messy all over.

So, he came in to wash up before delving into my special boxed macaroni and cheese and instead of grabbing the chems, we decided to get dōTERRA’s Wild Orange out and put it to work! Watch as greasy, grimy hands (from fixing the truck engine) are absolutely DEALT WITH using dōTERRA’s Wild Orange essential oil and On Guard soap. (Side note: You’ll get a similar affect using Lemon, Lime or Grapefruit oils- citrus oils are amazing for cleansing, inside and out) Not that being able to fix a car defines manliness, but dang, he was pretty manly that day….not gonna lie.

Natural, safe, effective and won’t dry out your hands or make them burn or itch from chemical exposure! (Read a lot more about uses for Wild Orange here.)

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The ABC’s of Discussing Essential Oils HITS THE SHELVES TODAY!

The ABC’s of Discussing Essential Oils has officially hit the shelves!! Available RIGHT NOW via Amazon Prime!!  amazon prime

As for me, not only did I publish my very first book this week (self-published, no less), but I also ran out of coffee and still managed to get it all done! Homeschool, check. Day job as a financial editor, check. Book written and published, check. Laundry done, no check. Alas, nobody is perfect!


Yes, yes, it’s a big deal for me, but it’s also a big deal for you, my essential oil lovers and live-rs. Why? Because my book is for you. [Click RIGHT HERE to skip my heartfelt thoughts and just purchase your copy!]

As an essential oil educator, I remember the feeling of sheer panic at the thought of teaching a class about essential oils, but I was SO TORN. I really wanted to build my own business by teaching about wellness through essential oils, too! I wasted so much time trying to reinvent the wheel, or carefully writing out every word I’d say in a class. I’d shake, and eventually come home in tears. SOUND FAMILIAR?

I was a huge ball of anxiety about teaching a class, assuming my dreams of earning income this way were over. Sound familiar? Until I decided to SIMPLIFY.

That’s what my book, “The ABC’s of Discussing Essential Oils” is all about! It is a short, very easy read and what my “basically genius” teaching method will do for your essential oil business is sheer magic. The A-B-C method is what I like to call, “basically genius” because it’s easy to understand, remember and teach to others!

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Gift this book to the essential oil user in your life – a builder, a user, a teacher- anyone who loves essential oils needs this method in their toolbox! This is the proven method I use on my own team to learn and grow in this amazing business! You’ll ROCK this business. You CAN do it- and this book is going to get you there!

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Dear “Special Needs” mom, you got it all wrong

Dear Special Needs Mom at the Grocery store, yesterday… Yes, you, the one I just called a “special needs mom”, even though it is clearly your child who has the special needs. I saw you.

You probably walked away from our millisecond encounter cursing people like me, the ones who stare at you. People like me who look really, superior and super judgmental at the way you’re managing your special needs child in a public place. People like me who you worry might possibly call Child Protective Services because you’re being really rough in “that moment” – when our lives collide across a bin of $1 Scooby Snacks. People like me who you can just feel looking disapprovingly at the tone you’re using, the death grip you have on your child’s coat, the way you yanked him roughly to make your point. Yes, people like me, at the store.

I saw you. I saw that look of defiance in your eye. The gritty determination of a mom who has already had enough of her “special needs child” by 9am and still has errands to run. I saw you dare me to to say ONE. THING. about what you were doing. You were fully prepared to say something mean if I dared open my mouth, I’m sure. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time you’ve had to brace yourself for the ignorance of the general public. You probably left the house with some phrases ready-to-go for idiots like me who stare. I know, because it’s what we do.

Yes, WE.

Although from the look in your eye, in the brief second in time our eyes met, I’m pretty certain you mistook the look on my face for judgment, disapproval and disgust, but nothing could have been further from the truth. You see, today was your day to wrestle at the store with a special needs teenager who is having a meltdown, but tomorrow it will probably be me.

I’m sorry I was staring, truly, because I know how it feels. I just couldn’t look away as my mind flooded with an understanding of what it’s like to say ONE stinking THING to your special needs child and have them react immediately by smashing/throwing/hitting/breaking something, screaming mean things and forcing you to manage the scene on the fly, at the store, with everyone staring and looking super judge-y, and superior, peeking into a moment of time they couldn’t possible fathom unless they’d been there. Like I have been.

Yes, I, too, the well dressed, very put together, full face of makeup and freshly done hair woman staring at you have an alter ego who is greasy-haired, pale, has a worn looking face, wears sweats 90% of the time and grabs her kids by the coat and yanks them while growling mean things under her breath, trying to SHUT. IT. DOWN at the store. You happened to see me in my Sunday clothes, the one day of the week I bother to put any effort into my appearance, but my real me, is you, gorgeous.

As you stomped away, head held high, defiant, protective, staring straight head, unblinking, still gripping the coat of a special needs teenager who was dragging his feet, clutching his Scooby Snacks and ranting about the change in his routine, I wish you could have known that the look in my eye wasn’t judgment. Really. It was shock. Mine was the look of someone who rarely, if ever, sees her own kind and is frozen in a moment of sheer awe that there are really more of us out there. We aren’t just an urban mom legend. I wanted to ask you: Did you get into the car and cry? That’s what I do.

It’s not every day that I see a “special needs mom” outside of her natural habitat. Probably because I am too busy managing my own chaos to do more than run in and out of places and get home before the drama ensues. The days when I could take leisurely stroll through any store are all but a memory, as you know, but yes, you are a special needs mom. You have a child who, for whatever his reasons may be, has special needs.

But did you know this? You have special needs too (although I highly doubt that you allow yourself to acknowledge them even for a moment). I know that you spend your days trying to find ways to avert a meltdown before it happens, finding a plethora of distractions and re-directions, utilizing endless negotiation techniques, choosing your battles, standing your ground, protecting your other children and keeping as much “normal” as possible in the house.

I won’t even mention the kind of fears and worries that occupy your mind – will he ever find friends who truly love him? Will he ever find love? Is he going to kill himself or harm someone else when his emotions overwhelm him and I’m not there to talk him down? How do I make him understand that everyone is a bully and that, yes, the joke is always on him, because he doesn’t get it. Will my other kids grow up to be emotionally healthy, normal people after growing up seeing this constant madness? Am I the one who did this? Will I have to do this for the rest of my life? Am I making it worse? I could go on, but you already know what occupies the mind of a special needs mom, as I do.

I knew you thought I was disapproving of the way you jerked your son angrily by his coat while hissing at him that you WOULD. NOT. put up with his tantrums, which, as you and I both know seem to come out in their full glory in public places. I could see it in your eyes and when you marched away, I felt terribly. I’ve been you. I AM you. It just so happens that today was  not my day to be you. Although I had no doubt in my mind that my turn was coming.

Is anyone taking care of YOUR special needs? That’s what I thought as I wandered down the aisle, lost in my thoughts. I know how often I feel alone in all of this, so I know you have those moments too. We should get coffee. Your greasy hair and pale face and sweatpants and the look of utter determination on your face hit so close to home that I could only stare, like one of those idiots we hate. Those “normal” people who make us dread going to the store because they call the cops when our kids decide to writhe around on the floor of Home Depot and scream like a swarm of bees is attacking. Those people who couldn’t handle one hour in our shoes, and yet blame US for having kids who just don’t get it, may never get it and need us to FORCE them to ACT like they get it, at the very least, and COMPLY, PLEASE, while everyone is staring. Don’t lump me in with them.

I hope someone is taking care of your special needs as you care for your son’s. I hope that this experience, raising a child with special needs, makes you stronger, braver and wiser person, more understanding person – as it has me.

So, dear, special needs mom at the grocery store, please accept my apology for the look on my face. It’s not often that I feel like there’s someone out there who really gets what it feel like to parent a special needs teenager and it was like a shock to my system, knocking me into dumbfounded speechlessness. I turned the corner and there you were, wrestling a teenage boy who was bigger than you, managing his drama and still getting the shopping done.

I wasn’t judging you. I think we could be friends.

Did 2016 change your life? 2017 can!

2016 was a BIG year for dōTERRA! From all the good the dōTERRA Healing Hands Foundation™ did to new products and multiple awards for the company, 2016 was one for the record books!

As you get started on your 2017 journey, take some time to look back on the great accomplishments of 2016. I am so proud to represent this company and so grateful for what their Certified Pure Therapeutic Grade essential oils have done for my family!

If 2016 wasn’t a great year for you, make 2017 YOURS! What will you do better, differently?

If you’ve been thinking about starting to explore dōTERRA essential oils, or are wondering about the usefulness of essential oils, or are curious why dōTERRA’s are so much more effective than other brands, please, please reach out to me.

I don’t tout dōTERRA essential oils as a cure, but I can tell you this- if you’ve “tried it all” and are still struggling, it truly perplexes me when people resist trying essential oils. With the right education, and application, they can bring real and lasting changes to your health. They’ve done so much for us! #getafreesamplefromme

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doTerra: The Bridge over Troubled Waters

It’s been c.r.a.z.y.town at our house for the past week with back-to-back sick baby girls! LadyBird’s temp was 102, with breathing issues in her nose and chest. Three days of misery. Did you read that!? ONLY THREE. Not 7-10 days or more. Three. We use Doterra’s oils everyday to strengthen our bodies and when hard times come, we’re able to fight back because we’re in fighting condition!

Our sweet Lemon-Lime developed a reaction to something she ate and has had projectile *everything* and a temp of 103.

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While we used an OTC temp reducer when it got over 101, we used Doterra’s essential oils topically, internally and in the diffuser to help ease their suffering throughout the day, and a bridge between doses and at night and it was so wonderful to manage and relive my babies and not to pump them full of extra chemicals that Doterra’s oils can address!

For little ones with tummy issues:
-Fractionated coconut oil on tummy and bowels, plus 2 drops of Digest Zen. Rub in gently. Do 3x per day.
-1 drop Lemon in water 2x per day
While issues persist.

For head and muscle/joint issues:
-Peppermint on hairline, temples and back of neck, and on muscles/joints (dilute with carrier oil) as often as needed. Also helps cool off the body. Use tepid washcloth to wipe down skin as needed.

For clear airways:
-Diffuse Breathe in a room that has a Humidifier running.
-Dilute Breathe and rub onto chest and swipe below nose.
-put a drop of Breathe on bottoms of feet at night and naps

For nighttime rest diffuse in a room with a humidifier:
5 drops Breathe
4 drops OnGuard
4 drops Serenity or Lavender

For immune system strength:
OnGuard plus Frankincense in a rollerbottle on bottoms of feet and spine/brain stem 4x per day. (Or dilute with carrier oil and use 1 drop of each 4x per day)
OnGuard beadlet 2x per day

To cleanse the puke bucket and other surfaces:
Hot water
Spray with onGuard cleaner concentrate

Lots of sleep and fluids and washing of hands, love, and stroking of hair and holding and rocking and singing is also recommended. 🙂

Be blessed, friends!

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I teach classes remotely (Zoom, Google Hangouts, Facebook etc.) or in person, and I love to even connect one-on-one if you’d like to have a conversation about essential oils.

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New Year, New You!!

It is 2017 already? Honestly. I can’t believe I’m at the age where I can remember where I was THIRTY years ago… 1987. Eek. Thirty years ago I was 10 and I was super into Get in Shape Girl! and Amy Grant and patent leather shoes and I had just gotten a 10-speed bike for my 1oth birthday. Life was grand! 1987

Notables from 1987:

  • Disposable contact lenses first became available allowing nerds, dorks and geeks everywhere to now blend in
  • The portable computer was at its lightest weight, of 2 lbs
  • “The Simpsons” had its debut, offending conservative parents everywhere, ‘doh!
  • “Dirty Dancing” was the top movie (Not, for me thought. I had to wait until I was 14 and it was available on video and I then snuck to my friends to watch it under cover of night)
  • Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” topped the music charts
  • Ronald Reagan was president; Donald Trump famously said he would NEVER run for president
  • Talking Alf was the toy parents were punching each other in the face for at Christmas.

new-yearThe new year is a time of reflection for most people, a time to look back and contemplate successes, failures, milestones, and to think about how to move ahead. Do you make resolutions? I stopped making official “resolutions” a long time ago, because they were really just a way for me to measure my failures. Instead, I write down ‘goals’.

While I am a naturally goal-oriented person, and I thrive on achievement, a goal is something to aim for and work toward, and if you don’t reach it, goals are adjustable based on how far you’ve come. I like that. So, I have a set of goals for this year. Looking back, I didn’t reach some of my goals from 2016 (although I DID lose all my baby weight), so I just transferred over the ones I still wanted to work toward, and I dumped the ones that, in retrospect, seemed like a they were no longer relevant to where I am in my life now.

New Year, New YOU

What does the new year look like for you? What do YOU look like in the new year? A fresh start doesn’t have to take place on January 1, but it’s certainly a good time to think about it. First of all, you are great and accepted enough, just as you are. But we all need a fresh start at some point, in some area of life- and I know I do!

inspireWellness is a life-long journey and the great thing is, you can start anytime. So- why wait? Why not start now? Maybe you’re just going to reduce how much you eat, by one item each day. Or increase how much you exercise by pushing yourself for one more minute. Or, adding in just one more day a week you made good food choices. Whatever it is for you- now is your time!

And yes- doTerra CAN help! How? That is an excellent question… See how you’re already so awesome?!

Whether your goals are financial, health-oriented, relationship-centered, spiritual, emotional or just a general desire to improve yourself- doTERRA has an opportunity for you to grab hold of something that will make a true difference in your life and they’re willing back it with the greens… $100’s worth, to be exact…

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New Year, New Alicia …

I am SO excited for this promotion. It’s actually the same one that led to my own involvement with doTERRA. We wanted to explore essential oils and had decided that doTERRA was the company we were going to move forward with (If you want to know WHY, read here). We heard about the New Year, New You promotion and immediately knew it was the perfect timing. $100 in FREE product points? For just opening a membership account and buying a few things we were already planning to purchase? SIGN ME UP, PLEASE! TAKE MY MONEY!

alicia-at-camp-pinnacle2I didn’t realize at the time that this would be a solution to some of my financial goals, but it was! I didn’t realize it would be the answer to many of my health questions- but it WAS! I didn’t realize it would help me emotionally- but it HAS. I had no idea doTERRA would be the path ahead for us, but it has proven to be so…. Wow!.

I had no idea.

So, I have to ask you this: What are the possibilities for you? How, realistically, will you grab hold of them? What’s the plan? Why do things have to feel so out of reach? Why do you LET them feel that way? Truly, the only thing that holds you back is you. It’s me. We have mental blocks, issues from the past, fears- but what you dream of IS within reach. It IS. Don’t be held back. Let yourself GO.

Pressing Toward the Mark

My MOST favorite passage of Scripture is found in Philippians 3:7-14. Read this and see why:

“But what things were gain to me, I have counted these things to be loss for the sake of Christ. Yes, certainly, I count everything as loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have forfeited the loss of all things and count them as rubbish that I may gain Christ, and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is of God on the basis of faith, to know Him, and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death, if somehow I might make it to the resurrection of the dead. Not that I have already attained or have already been perfected, but I follow after it so that I may lay hold of that for which I was seized by Christ Jesus. Brothers, I do not count myself to have attained, but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal to the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”

Do you have an anthem song for 2017? You should! That one you’re going to play super loud when things get tough? If not, you can borrow min! Here’s MY ANTHEM FOR 2017:

If you’ve set a mark, it’s time, now to PUSH toward it.

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If you’ve thought about earning money through doTERRA, or even just accumulating oils to use for your own wellness- NOW. IS. THE. TIME.

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