It was a good death.

My grandfather died a month ago. He was a good man and his death broke my heart. I am the oldest grandchild on my mom’s side of the family so I had the most time with him, and the benefit of his younger years so we were companions, he and I.

 

I think about him a lot. He lived quite a remarkable life and would often tell me what happy memories he had when he looked back. I’m glad for that. I’m glad because it wasn’t actually particularly joyful, in fact, painful- very much so, for him- and yet he remembered the happiness.

I had the very great honor of writing his obituary (which you can read at the bottom of this post) and of speaking at his wake, but I had the even greater honor of being his “Alicia Darling” and his “#1 girl”.

At his wake/funeral, the entire family came together, differences aside to hug, and talk, and hang out. It’s funny how, when you’re apart from cousins for so long, separated by age, and distance, you come together and it feels like family. Oh, and we have differences. Check out the picture below of the Nolan grandchildren. Can you tell who is a model? Who is a Christian? Who is a Navy SEAL? Who is transgender? Who owns a successful business? Who has autism? Who is a cowboy? Who is a singer? Who just graduated college? Who just got out of jail? Who cares?! My grandpa didn’t. He loved us all equally and gave his time, his money, his help to any one of us who needed it. I was filled with joy to see such a wonderful legacy of one of the most significant and influential men of my life.grandpa after party2

My grandpa is the reason I became a journalist. There’s a whole story behind that! He took me to Disney when I was 12 and his wallet fell out on Space Mountain. He took me to Cooperstown because he wanted me to love baseball as much as he did (alas, no). He came to all my school concerts. He paid for my braces. He brought me dolls in their international costumes from every country he ever visited. My grandpa frequently sent me clippings from the newspaper in the mail with articles he thought I’d enjoy. My grandpa taught me to love and understand classical music. He heavily shaped who I am, and when he died, who he was in life became that much more pronounced in me. I’m proud of that.

And as does happen when a good man dies, the people he left behind are grieving and finding a way to move ahead with his absence, knowing that we’ll see him again on the other side, when our own times come. Praise God.grandpa funeral4Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.” 1 Thessalonians 4:13

All that being said- watching your family members grieve is a really difficult, stressful, bonding process. It’s one thing to work through your own sadness, but to see pain in the eyes of your parents, and your siblings, to watch them burst into tears randomly as the thought of grandpa flickers across their minds – it’s brutal all around.

Homer was a huge support. I mean- over.the.top. He shone like the glittering, radiating rockstar he is. My Grammy wanted to commemorate the entire event and Homer dutifully took pictures, stepping in front of grieving relatives, with tears streaming down his own face, capturing the most painful and poignant moments a family can share. He held me as I wept on my bed the day my grandpa died. He listened to my stories. He snapped the picture below so I could have a “4 generations” picture with my Grammy even though we’d all been crying 2 minutes beforehand.

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Homer made a very difficult experience bearable- but not just for me, for my whole family. Many of them had never met him because we’ve been living in Utah for so long. He came in an won hearts left and right with his tact, grace, strength, humor, kindness, friendship and the natural way he puts people at ease with his outgoing charm. I needed him, and I didn’t have to say that even one time. He knew, and he was there.

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In the end, my grandfather died as he’d wished- at a ripe, old age, at the end of a life filled with rich experiences, surrounded by his wife and children who were holding him, singing, praying and loving on him.

Death comes to us all, but not all of us truly live. ~Me

His was a life well lived, and it was a good death.

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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.

Books Authored by Homer & Alicia

So we started this little thing we decided to call “Purdy Great Books”- for obvious reasons, because we like to go for the low-hanging fruit… That being said- we’re SUPER excited to have a few titles already in the works.

The Way of the Worshipper is our first title, already in print. (ekk!!)

Diamonds Rubies are Girl’s Best Friend is what I’m working on now- and I’m so excited because God has given me revelation about the woman in Proverbs 31 that will absolutely transform your perspective about her- and about yourself too. Coming in 2018!

Selling Jesus is a title Homer is working on, harnessing 25+ years of very successful sales and sales training experience to help you reach anyone, anywhere with the Gospel. You have no excuses now! Selling Jesus is going to blow your mind wide open when you see how he takes the gospel message and makes it teachable, even for people who have been too scared in the past to speak up. Bookmark this page to stay on top of more information!

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!

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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A basically genius method!

[Important note: This book is NOT specific to any, one essential oil company. I did that on purpose so anyone, anywhere in any essential oil business could use it to rock classes and grow their business!]

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.

#Throwback: A real journey of real faith in real God.

TheCrossBeforeMe.com is an older blog I once had to share thoughts of my journey of faith. As we transition over to TheEssentialLife.Us, you’ll find that content still on the original site until the process is complete.

Be warned- this blog reflects a JOURNEY of faith, not a completed nor perfected step-by-step “how to” from someone who has achieved their final glory- nope. Just a real girl, walking, stumbling forward, thinking about it all and then trying again. Love ya!


“The Ugly Soulmate” – December 2007:

Since I turned 30 I have been asked out by a larger concentration of people than at any other point in my life (and its only been a month…) I remain perplexed about this anomaly, but I’m certainly not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ll admit, up until now, I’ve been experiencing something of a dry spell and I’m more than happy to welcome the rain. However…

I had all but forgotten about the heady uncertainty that dating can awake on the inside – will he call? why didn’t he? Should I call him? How long should I wait? Will that seem like I’m too desperate or not interested? Maybe it was something I said/did? Maybe he’s just busy? or dead? Am I pretty/smart/funny enough? Eh, the list goes on… These are just a fraction of a fraction of the questions that swirl around in my head, like the junk sucked up into the funnel of a tornado – but that only happens when I care.

I don’t let myself care about too much, because it puts my brain into overdrive, but when I do, its hard to pull in the reigns. So, recently, I cared, at least I was starting to allow myself to do so… “and then there was one” – yep, me. The cheese stands alone (again). Whoa horsey…. reign it in…

Why is it over? That at least I can answer – we both agreed – although for different reasons. Despite the mutually painless concession, however, I have found myself dismally reflecting on my seemingly fruitless search for someone who “gets” my need to find laughter, respect, understanding, spirituality, intelligence, goals, beliefs, and whatever else all the books say. Do the books say anything about aspiring for looks too? I don’t recall any that do (Although, granted, I am not yet at the level of desperation that is defined by a constant reading of these types of books). The Handsome Soulmate is the white whale of the singles’ world – an urban myth that keeps women hunting with nary a catch to tell of over centuries of searching. A nibble here, a tug there and yet, he never rises to the surface. Gone with only our disappointment and disillusionment to remember him by.

I’ve dated a lot of very handsome, wrong-for-me men and this latest dalliance has got me seriously thinking about finding myself an ugly man with a beautiful soul. It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it. Maybe my problem is that I’mtoo shallow? All this time I’ve fallen for handsome, smart, successful, energetic, sexy men, and it never, has ever worked out and each time it doesn’t, I feel like I just went in another circle, on the same bumpy road. Maybe I am out of my league and didn’t know it. Maybe what I need to look for is a man who I am not attracted to at all, who lives in his parents basement, has a GED and is working a low paying, part-time job, who plays video games all the time and has no aspirations to ever be anything more. Maybe he should be overweight and have no energy and a few health problems. Bonus if he has chronic bad breath or scabby skin or B.O. The elusive Ugly Soulmate.

That guy will love me. Like all girls tell themselves about men that just want to be”friends” while nailing someone ‘better’ – I’m too good for him. In the case of me and the Ugly Soulmate, it will actually be true. I’ll be too good for him and he’ll know it and so will I and so he’ll idolize me for it. He’ll tell me I’m pretty. He’ll need me. He’ll want me. He won’t leave me. The Ugly Soulmate would never tell me he just wants to be friends. He would never say that “it just isn’t going to work” for reasons I think are lame and unoriginal. The Ugly Soulmate would *make* it work because I’ll be all that he could never attain but for his beautiful soul and that’s what I’m looking for – a little longevity. Some rolling up of the sleeves and a gritting of the teeth – a man who thinks I’m worth the effort, who is willing to invest. I am soooo not impressed by money or looks (although both are a bonus of mythic proportions), but what does impress me is a man who is not afraid to give me – himself and let me give myself back in return. (and, as it is said… “therein lies the rub…”)

So, Ugly Soulmate, if you have spent the greater portion of your life being called a ‘loser’, if you have any kind of unattractive physical qualities, if you have consistently scored poorly in any or all of your academic subjects and have a history of being lazy and know on the inside you’re a great guy and wish you could have a beautiful, intelligent, funny, creative, interesting, vibrant women to appreciate it, come find me. Better yet, give me your details (picture required. no handsome men need apply) and I’ll come find you. That way you don’t have to get off the couch. I’ll even bring a bag of chips….


 

 

 

Wellness for Real: What’s the Deal With Essential Oils?

So. You’re interested in essential oils? You’ve heard all the wonderful things they can do for your health. Maybe you’ve even experienced them for yourself from samples and classes. You’ve been looking into natural solutions to care for yourself and address the health needs of your family. Great. We have too, and do so more and more. That’s really the first step- willingness to break away out of a mindset that medicine is your only option, and open yourself to new (actually old) ideas.

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Aaaaand then you’re innocently browsing through the catalog or a friend’s website and suddenly your natural healthcare exploration comes to an abrupt end, like you just threw up a little in your mouth because you saw the prices. What the ever-living heck? These essential oils are so expensive I could never afford to even think about living a more healthy, natural life! WHERE ARE MY PILLS?!

Recent studies have shown that this mindset is also why people eat more box macaroni and cheese than they do salad, vegetables and fruit. (Note: recent studies have not shown this)

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Redirect: I was at the store with my 5 year old the other day and she saw a shelf of tiny bottles and cried out “Look, Mom! dōTERRA essential oils!” I graciously corrected her statement so she understood that they were, in fact, NOT dōTERRA. She said, “But it says ‘essential oils’, that’s what we use!” So, I took a bottle off the shelf and said, “See here, how it says, ‘not for internal use’? If you can’t drink or eat them, that means these oils are not really safe. dōTERRA’s are.”

Are you an essential oil skeptic? Read this first!

While I was proud of her for speaking her truth and for understanding how important a role essential oils play in our health and for being excited to think oils were that readily accessible, her enthusiasm mixed with a lack of knowledge reminded me why so many people think:

1) essential oils don’t work;

2) they are dangerous; 3

) you can only use them for smell therapy;

4) if they’re not $5 they’re too expensive.

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I get “dōTERRA’s essential oils are too expensive” shade thrown at me a lot. But that’s okay! It’s a misconception, but that’s part of what I do: educate and dispel myths and manage the wellness of my family, in a single bound.

Let’s talk MONEY….

The cheap ones: SOURCING is a big part of what makes essential oils pricey. The essential oils you’ll find at stores are not “sourced” – The term “sourced” means ‘boots on the ground’- as in, the company you’re buying from has a first-person, physical presence at the locations where plants are grown, harvested and produced into oils. VERY few companies do this. Most (yes, even the expensive ones) use a “broker” or buy from farms they don’t own. A broker is a third party dealer who gets oil ingredients and plants from… um, someplace…. and sells them to stores and website companies to be resold in their packaging. Can you trace the life history of the plants that made your essential oil? I can.

amazonThis lack of information, and poor quality masked as ‘pure’ is a BIG part of why people have skin reactions, or vomit or have other real and awful problems from using essential oils. THIS is why you can’t take them internally (and their bottles WILL tell you that, they have to by law so read them). At best, you’ll see minimal benefits, if any. WHAT IS IN THEM?! If you’re buying at the store or from a website and the bottle is marketed as “Affordable” or implies that they are lower in cost than other brands, RUN. AWAY. Essential oils that are pure and safe won’t be cheap because they are sourced first-hand and real people around the world have to get paid for their hard work. So, what are your “affordable” “essential oils” providing you? Only God knows, and He is NOT happy.

The pricey ones: If you are using a “boots on the ground” company for oils, like dōTERRA, who sources around the world from farms they personally oversee in order to keep plants where they grow best- their indigenous environment, the next layer of expense comes into play: QUALITY and PURITY. dōTERRA has a chemical profile on EVERY bottle of oil they sell. Using a batch and lot number, you can trace the life of your tiny, brown bottle and read its chemical profile. That is IMPORTANT.

dōTERRA takes purity e.x.t.r.e.m.e.l.y. seriously, serious like a funeral. NO ONE is laughing or even smirking about side effects at dōTERRA. A lot of steps go into making dōTERRA’s essential oils and because they are so committed to purity, their oils are potent and strong, highly effective, but safe, even when taking internally, WHEN used properly.

Does it REALLY matter which brand of essential oils you use? YES. Read THIS.

When people tell me essential oils aren’t safe to take internally, that tells me they have not done their research because doTERRA’s ARE, friends. They stand behind that 100%. dōTERRA’s oils are “Certified Pure Therapeutic Grade” – This is NOT an FDA designation because the FDA doesn’t regulate essential oils. Did you know that, as the law is currently written, you can fill a bottle with 5% brokered ‘pure’ essential oil and fill the rest with…. (let’s get creative here…dog saliva and the tears of a heartbroken skunk) and it can be called “Pure”? That’s because “pure” isn’t a regulated term.amazon5

Hence the reason why dōTERRA created the “Certified Pure Therapeutic Grade” standard (read more here, it’s crazy mind blowing.)

doTERRA’s essential oils range in price, from $10 to about $130. Yes, $130 is a lot, but is it worth more than your health? In case you were wondering, pretty much all of dōTERRA’s oils cost between $10-$60, actually.

In the day-to-day, you’re going to use things like Lemon, Peppermint, Lavender, Wild Orange, Digestive Blend (dōTERRA Digest Zen), Oregano and Protective Blend (dōTERRA On Guard)- generally. Maybe a few others. You can buy a whole Family Essentials kit of 10 commonly used oils for $150. (see more here) For those interested in natural wellness $150 is an investment and a small one at that when you understand what you’re getting in return for that investment. By the way, it’s $150 for 10 drops 85 drops of the world’s most powerful essential oils (!!) including an *expensive* one- Frankincense. It’s a STEAL, actually. Plus beadlets…. mmmm.

An even better deal is dōTERRA’s Home Essentials kit which has the same 10 bottles of oil in larger 15 mL bottles (250 drops per bottle!!) and a FREE diffuser. Even with daily use, that’s 8-9 months of use, per bottle. You literally cannot beat that investment in your health!

Money isn’t EVERYTHING… is it?

If hoarding money is your priority, then we really have no argument. We’re simply not of the same tribe. No hard feelings. Bygones.

However, if your family is your priority, let’s talk. You want to do better by your family. You understand how pure and powerful essential oils can make a significant and lasting difference in your family’s health. You know dōTERRA is the world’s purest and safest for your whole family. So, what’s the hangup about investing in that? Do you believe in it or not?

common-mistakesHere’s my observation: Very few people in the richest country in the world have “NO money”. Some have very little, but almost no one has NONE. Ever seen a panhandler smoking a cigarette or sitting next to a pet? The bottom line is this: We all put our money toward what we feel is important. We’ll figure it out.

If your family’s health is a top priority, you’ll figure it out. So you fill the gas tank only halfway every other time. So you don’t treat yourself to coffee or dollar menu as much. So you cut back, trim some fat, have a garage sale or get onto eBay and sell stuff or reorganize your finances a bit. It IS possible to afford dōTERRA’s essential oils and to start a life-long wellness journey if that’s important to you.

No, you don’t have to buy a huge kit. One bottle of dōTERRA’s Lemon or Wild Orange is only $10 (wholesale), and you can those every day in MANY ways, so they’re worth the investment right from the get-go. Start with one bottle at a time if you have to. Everyone starts somewhere and at least you’re on the right track with your family’s health.

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The Bottom Line

“Expensive” is a relative term. It’s also a flexible one. It’s also a workable one. If you want to start using dōTERRA’s oils TODAY, you can totally do that, if you want to. There are options to get them into your home. Essential oils are life-changing, but whether that is life-changing for the better or the worse is up to you.

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dōTERRA’s essential oils are highly versatile and have a WIDE range of uses to address your health needs, meaning that, for the money, they provide a tremendous and lasting value.

It pains me to see people struggling with their health, or wishing they could do better, only because they think dōTERRA is too far out of reach. Better health, stronger body, deep, internal wellness starting at the cellular level IS within reach- you just have to take the first step and REACH for it!

Think about it. Pray about it. Do something about it.

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