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It happened, friends! We’ve finally finished the new site! Because of my yoga practice, I just needed a little more internet space and I didn’t want to have too many URLs. I have created a cozy little spot on the website for this blog ūüôā

I have moved EVERY one of these posts over to the new site, but this blog will remain here on wordpress, too, for now. Enjoy!

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I’m a writer. I write for myself, I write for other people and I even contribute over at Mind Full Collective. I love the process, and have been been filling pages with everything from short stories to my own journals since I could hold a pen.

I haven’t always written. It actually comes in these great bursts followed by long gaps of silence…sometimes years…where not a word came from my pen.

Writing is a strange¬†form of art actually. It’s one of the only ones where there is typically¬†some sort of conclusion that paints a completed picture of the event or emotion. Some of¬†the best pieces come from reflecting over journals and penning a sort of “hindsight” piece. We present a problem and offer a conclusion.

So I’ve had gaps….long, achy, dark gaps….where I had no conclusion. I had no wisdom to give. I had no answers as I was, myself, trudging in a great sea of uncertainty. People read to learn, to know, and to understand…and I had not a crumb to place at the table. Who would want to read anything that had nothing to offer except a picture of my heart in the moment?

And then yesterday happened….and I realized that my heart should never be hidden. Authenticity requires me to paint the picture of my heart every day….unfinised, unsettled…and un-everything else.

I was offered the humbling opportunity to step into my friend’s secret space, where she hides away to paint. T53A0188t

She asked me to take some pictures for her artist profile on her upcoming website, and as I stepped gingerly onto her hallowed ground, she began scooping things up to take somewhere “better” for pictures.

“No,” I said, putting them back. “Let’s do this right here….leave the mess. This is you. It’s so sacred here.” She leaned back against a shelf and looked around, tears in her eyes. “It is, isn’t it?” she said.

T53A0203tHere is where I learned that we don’t always know how sacred our gifts are until someone treats them that way. Here’s where I saw someone shift into a perhaps forgotten notion that they mattered, and that their voice was significant. Artists struggle with this, in a deep visceral way. We all do.

It was a quiet, serene time, photographing this woman in the midst of her mess.

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And it really was in the middle. There were half finished projects scattered about, experimentation, and ideas long forgotten, buried beneath a pile of brushes.

The paintings that were completed dealt mostly in circles. There were circles everywhere.

T53A0244t“You may not understand this, but I feel stuck most of the time.”

I did understand.

“I feel like I don’t know what’s happening but I just kind of cycle through my life in these circular phases…..” she trailed off, but I finished her sentence.

“But when all of our circles come together….it’s really a beautiful mess of….middle spaces.”

And we just kind of sat in silence together, staring at her blue painting with a series of circles converging in the center.

“I don’t always have something¬†to say when I go to paint, but express¬†who I am…” she said. I could have heard that said as an apology, if it weren’t for her quiet strength. Here is where I realized how much we feel that we need to have a conclusion to all of our moments to make them valuable. But sometimes things just don’t ever make sense. We may never understand the deep tragic things that fall into our incapable hands.

Her art speaks the honesty that we all possess in the deep trembling spaces: I’m in the middle, I have little¬†wisdom, but I am seeking it. I have only myself and I am growing, being changed. My voice is small, but it bears great truth of the middle spaces…that there is still great value in the voice of the not-knowing. There is beauty in the growing process as much as there is in the bloom. As I seek wisdom, I shed the light on example…to draw toward those that know, to the One that knows, and paint a trail behind myself for others to follow in their own unique colorful way.

T53A0276tWe both have young children, and we both are in that digging process…finding who we were before and dusting that off again. We’re discovering that it now has a different shape, and a new form…we’re getting to know that person. This new mother, with a new life…forever altered.

She is undeniably brave. She is brave to paint a picture of life that doesn’t come to conclusion, when you don’t feel “finished,” as a person. It’s a fierce notion to place your heart on a canvas when you feel it has no lasting significance. It’s a wild thing to do….to tell a story when you’re still in the middle of it, and not allow it to look like anyone else’s but your own.

And that’s what makes it priceless. To do what the rest of us are terrified of doing.

She sits in front of a painting and we laugh because I say it looks sensual and she thought it was dark. Isn’t it funny how our process will provide the words and the meaning needed to whomever stumbles across it? Authenticity is being silent, and living in complete honesty…your actions are your words. Your words are your love toward others. The Spirit provides the words for them. We just love.

But we cannot hide. We are called and appointed to be bear truth and love. We can’t wait until we feel “finished,” or less messy to be livers of love in this world.

T53A0252tI have rarely been so moved, and am deeply thankful for this invitation.

My writing has changed. I realized that I don’t have to have conclusion…not all the time. I am actually quite messily un-concluded at the moment. I know that all the great Christian women bloggers have some sort of conclusion or a devotional that resolves at the end with a great big slice of hope. I read those blogs with humility and much respect.

But I don’t have to do that in my own pieces, nor do I possess those answers right now. I write to paint that picture of my present. Authenticity requires that I write what I know, and live, in faith, on what I’ve learned, not what I hope to know.

Life has no certain conclusion until death, so I suppose my writing should reflect that great mystery that beats in all of our souls…

…the mystery that is God.

May I come to know Him all the more…and may my middle spaces still cry out His name. May I rejoice in being forever unfinished, until glory.

~Katie-Did

Oh, I’m excited. Like, this venti coffee isn’t giving me the shakes…it’s my excitement. It’s also probably the venti coffee.

There’s been a lot of changes here on Katie-Did. This has been my life-space for years…5 years actually.

But that’s all about to change this winter….

I announced earlier that, soon and very soon, Dwell: Practicing Whole Wellness will be more than a Facebook page. I am thankful for His provision of all the right people and all the best resources along the way to make this dream for His glory into a reality for His namesake.

This week I’m packing my bags, oils, and huge notebook and heading out for the Influence Conference.

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I couldn’t be more excited about this. I can’t wait to share more about what Dwell is and will be. But really, we’ll learn together when the journey officially begins.

What will Dwell be like?

There will be YouTube videos, webinars, yoga flows, devotions, worship playlists, art downloads, devotionals, design tips and resources for your own blog and business, my own journaling, & essential oil information¬†as we all seek together how to be wholly well in Him. If you live in the area, I will be reaching with this ministry physically into the community. Much of this will be free, offered in love to the women growing alongside me. While I’ll provide information, I¬†won’t be telling you to eat or do anything…I’m not incredibly wise or know particularly more than anyone else, but I want to change the subject–to begin a discussion in our hearts and in our homes about our focus, intention and….above all….Jesus.

We will leave our places & groups where we live in the extremes of dieting, theology and opinions because we will see that there’s no one else around us who is different than us. We will jump from this space into the middle and ride down the river of life TOGETHER, with our very different worship, very different health habits, and very different dinner plates….all of us with Jesus.

We’ll learn from each other.

We’ll realize that we’re not right about everything.

We’ll lay down our opinions.

We’ll love.

It will be well with our souls.

It will be a resting and strengthening space until you’re ready for your own launch into healthful, balanced living with Jesus. That may mean you choose veganism, paleo, essential oils, or decide you just can’t move yet. It’s where all of the information, and ideas come into a pool of togetherness and we can sort of dump all that we’ve been sifting and turn our eyes to Jesus….and listen to where He wishes us to go. Sometimes not moving is exactly what you should be doing. And sometimes you need to go….like right now.

I won’t write all the time…I’ve got some beautiful ladies who have much to offer…more than I have to give.

I am looking SO forward to this conference as I will learn how to do all of this in a way that is most glorifying to Him and most effective, understandable, and applicable to you, friends.

Can’t wait to share more! Until then, friends…..

…may we be seekers of balance.

~Katie-Did

P.S. – My website developer is kind of cringing that I’m going to this since we’ve pretty much got the website done and I’m 99% sure I’ll change it after I gain¬†armloads of information and ideas at the conference. Sorry in advance! You’re amazing!

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Oh, friends I’m so excited about today’s post! We’re going to talk about an amazing use of Thieves, but mostly I’m excited because it’s written by a woman who is one of the MOST important people in my life. I sat next to this girl for a long bus ride to the airport and as she talked about oils, an excitement was renewed in me about something I’d long since abandoned in my journey of health. She is wise, and knows her stuff. I can’t WAIT for her to share her knowledge with us here in this post and in future topics.

Young Living has infused their amazing Thieves Essential Oil into a whole host of products (Think hand soap, hand sanitizer, dental floss, mouth wash, etc etc etc) and Tierney is here today to talk about one of my favorites.

So, without further ado…here is the great Tierney!


TierneyWhen it comes to our health, toothpaste is¬†a product that I feel is often over looked…

For years I used just whatever was around, or what samples I received from the dentist until¬†I happened upon a what I thought was a more natural option for toothpaste. What I liked about it was that the company was very public about giving back as well as making a product that was ‚Äėgood for you‚Äô and I felt good about purchasing it. ¬†But after years of blindly following along, I decided to read the back of the label.¬† In bold print was a very tell-tale warning: “keep out of reach of children under 6 years of age.” I then found out that this ‚Äėnatural‚Äô toothpaste was actually owned by the previously stated company and contained most of the same ingredients!

The main active ingredient in many generic toothpastes is Triclosan.  According to the FDA, this antibacterial additive not only does not provide any benefit to the consumer, but has shown to be an endocrine disruptor in animals. Triclosan is also used in the making of clothing, furniture, kitchenware, and toys. Not something I want to be putting in my mouth twice a day!  Now I am not a scientist or a doctor, but if the website says call poison control if you ingest more than a pea-size, thats my cue to walk away. 

It is hard to find a product that you not only trust, but¬†doesn‚Äôt have toxic chemicals, sugar, preservatives, or artificial colors. ¬†About 3 months ago I decided to try Young Living’s Thieves¬ģ Dentarome Plus Toothpaste, and it has changed the way I brush!¬† Friends, this toothpaste is amazing.¬† Not only does it freshen your breath so well, but there are no warning labels on the back. ¬†I feel safe using it and it also doubles as deodorant and spot treatment for blemishes! ¬†Wanting a bright, healthy smile is something we all can identify with, and will never again be something that I take for granted.

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  1. http://www.fda.gov/forconsumers/consumerupdates/ucm205999.htm
  • DISCLAIMER:¬† I do want to note that I am just a wife and an educator.¬† I am not a medical professional.¬† The information shared in this class is not intended to treat, cure, or diagnose any illness, nor is it meant to replace professional medical attention or advice.¬† Advice and testimonies are all based on use of Young Living brand of oils specifically.¬† Use and application of this information is done solely at your own risk.

Here we go. Because I don’t know how to start (who really does?), I’m going to dive right in.

Last summer, I weighed 100 pounds. I ate very, very healthy. Only whole foods, fruits and veggies, no sugar, minimal grains. I even found a “plan” that made me even skinnier. At first I was just consuming green smoothies with one paleo meal a day, but then I found this plan. So I dove in prepared to follow the militant restrictions. I kept my fats and carbs away from one another and spaced my meals every 3 hours like instructed. I never ate carrots (frowned on for carbs), and replaced my potatoes with radishes. I ate only sweet potatoes, on rare occasion and when I did…would watch my carbs the rest of the day.

I was eating very healthy foods.

But this is what I looked like.

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Meet me with grace here, in this post. I have tears as I post these pictures because, until just a few weeks ago, I longingly have gone back to these pictures. I’ve stood in front of the mirror and situated myself in these exact positions to see how close I am to this size. I’ve cried over these pictures. I’ve shut the computer after viewing these pictures and let my hands travel down to my thighs to feel how much bigger they are now.

I was a disordered eater, a disordered thinker and a disordered feeler. I was completely in disarray. But God is not a God of chaos, and because this space was truly chaotic, it meant I had given Him no invitation into this space.

Sometimes disordered eating doesn’t necessarily come in the form of starvation or over-eating….but in the form of mental/spiritual starvation and over-thinking. I found that I can eat all the whole and healthy foods that I want…but if I’m not eating them with the same freedom that I was given at the cross, i was not truly feeding my body. Nor was I truly grateful. I can worship in my eating, and should…but only when it’s done with the same abandon and freedom that I was given.

My path for healing didn’t begin until I began to feed myself. Not just eat.

I gave my¬†big, heavy¬†book about “the plan” away and sat down to refocus. Everything in my diet was good, whole, and healthy. Everything was from the earth and natural. I was supposed to have the best immune system in the WORLD according to my diet but I was sick almost every week. My adrenals were tanked. My organs weren’t even fully functioning.

What was missing?

I was eating whole healthy foods….but my whole self was starving.

The reason I write this post? Because in this fire of self-hatred….Dwell:Practicing Whole Wellness was forged. God led me to a Christian yoga instructor and as I began training I had never felt so thin….I felt spiritually thin. I felt emotionally thin. I felt mentally frail. My body wasn’t thin¬†solely¬†because of my lack of eating; my body was thin because I have learned that what I eat¬†or don’t eat directly reflects what I’m¬†feeding my¬†heart, mind and soul–my heart was starved.¬†

So I made a commitment, starting at Lent. I was going to gain unbridled, unmeasured, un-time-intervaled weight. Not physical weight…spiritual weight. I decided it was time to spend all the tv time, the journaling & food journaling time (where I just poured out the frailties of my slender little heart), and my reading time ALL in the Word. I deleted my excel sheets of “the plan,” and all the complicated baking recipes. I hid the Facebook group from my feed. I poured myself onto the mat and the postures of my body- the sticky places- truly reflected the postures of my heart. I gave myself no spiritual restrictions and everything I didn’t understand I decided to go to the brave spaces, even the “non-theological” spaces for answers. Wherever I found Jesus…is where I went. I stopped looking at everything through the lens of how it effect me, and instead looked through the lens of Jesus….what does every situation and every word in the Bible say about HIM? Not about me. I embraced freedom and ate His Word in big, hungry bites. And the more I ate, the more hungry I realized I was. I didn’t even know it….but I was completely malnourished and starving in my soul space. I went through a beautiful process of learning my blessed inheritance and position¬†as a daughter of the KING.

And then, something CRAZY happened: I gained weight. I gained probably 15-18 pounds. In 9 weeks of training. The crazier thing? I hadn’t realized it. That’s peace that passes all understanding…when I don’t notice my weight changing. That’s eyes glued to Jesus not my thighs. How did this weight gain happen? I truly lived.¬†I had begun eating the cookies with the boys when we baked them together. Little Small Fry kissed the chocolate off of my cheek. Strawberries were on sale, and, one day when Nugget couldn’t fall asleep during nap time, we snuck into the kitchen and snacked on them together. He told me about how he wanted to be a chef that was also a fireman when he grew up and suddenly we realized that we’d eaten almost the whole container. I sat on the hood of the car with my hubs and dug into a crate of fresh peaches brought back from Michigan. We talked about everything from grace to Small Fry’s hilarious booty shake dance. When I got to retreat at the end of my training the girls would laugh at my full-to-the-brim plate. But I was really truly that hungry. I was so, so, hungry. If only you girls could have seen what my plate would have looked like before. You know–maybe it wouldn’t have looked that different as I ate the same healthy foods before. The foods I ate then and eat now¬†didn’t change that much…but my heart when I ate them, and HOW I ate them….that transformed. So I take that back. If only you girls could have seen the girl holding the plate before.¬†

Here’s one of the most beautiful parts of my weight gain: it stopped. I haven’t budged since then. When God brought me back to balance…He replaced what I had lost. All of my broken things, and empty spaces were filled and I was balanced again. My body needed those extra 18 pounds to be at my healthy weight and Jesus gave them back to me. It’s where my body’s healthy balance is. He does this with us. He gives back what we’ve lost…what we’ve thrown out…what we’ve rejected because it’s hurt us in the past. He puts the pieces back into the confusing puzzle of our hearts and suddenly we see the picture we forgot that we made when we’re wholly living.

This is me now…in the same spot as last year. 18 pounds and 1 million inches of grace and mercy later….

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Where I realized that I am not well when I’m eating perfectly with portioned ratios. I am not well when I’m exercising 60 minutes a day. I’m not well when I’m practicing yoga 5 times a week. I’m not well when I achieve a handstand.

I am only well when it is well with my soul.

Now I’m not the girl afraid to do anything. I go SUP boarding.

And I do crazy things…things that could hurt me & heal me.

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IMG_9071I laugh. I laugh so much…with the one that I love.

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And I truly….for the first time, FEEL that love. I accept it.

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When I forget…when my heart is screaming lies and my mind is overwhelmed, not knowing how to process, I just go upside down, knowing that I, without Jesus, am disordered. He sets me right when I don’t lean on my own understanding, let go, and invert myself…bowing to His plan.

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I’m just not skinny anymore. I am strong.

T53A8807tI will always struggled with disordered thinking and wanting to eat with disorder as well. But I do not have to BE disordered.

Because I’m free.

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So, my heart for you, friends is that when we look at ourselves, we don’t see the overweight, the underweight, because we know it’s ALL under the blood. ¬†This means that, when we give our hearts over to Him and let Him feed THAT space you will find yourself in the best place for your body as well as your life. He will guide you…and when it’s time, you will shed what needs to be shed, and He will fill what needs to be filled. He restores our souls and restores balance. That’s HIs character.

I have learned that I should never pick up the fork without picking up the cross. Picking up His grace. Picking up His mercy.

Friends, my prayer for you today is that you have joy and have it more abundantly. That you eat peaches, carrots, onions, and brownies. That balance is found in your healing. That freedom is found in your faithfulness to just try.

That you know that He desires to make it WHOLLY well with your soul.

Feed friends….feed on His grace, feed on His fruit of the spirit, and then….feed on the fruit of the earth.

All of my love,

~Kate

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“Tell me the story again…” – Chris Rice

I clutched my phone last night in bed, reading multiple blogs, and felt like I was going to throw up. The president gave a speech in the midst of a great swirl of terror and now the blogs, forums, and timelines are flooded with fear, assumptions, and anger. My sleep came in restless turns as I drifted in and out of my thoughts. Today I woke up, bleary eyed and dark inside. Today is September 11–the day that, at the tender age of 16, I learned¬†that safety was not something anyone on earth can promise me. ¬†I looked at my son, asking for juice, excited about watching Arthur and tears filled my eyes. Oh God….I whispered into the dark of the room, on the dawn of this Day of Sorrows.

We dressed in the dark, and my son and I drove into the city as the sun rose over the skyline. He had a medical procedure before school, and as we drove, I answered all the questions that I could about Spiderman to the 5 year old kicking the back of my seat. Strange bits of normal creeping into my dark thoughts. During the procedure I mentioned the date to the technician to share our mutual expression of grief and even possible condolence. It always surprises me how far the fingers of The Attack have spread across the earth to countless hurting people.

“All we can do is just watch the news, and stay informed,” she said.

I’ve heard this before. Many times before, actually. I live in the Midwest, where news stations¬†drone in an endless cycle on the¬†tvs all day, and men shrieking on am radio stations are considered the utmost sources of information.

But not me. Not our house.

You see, I suffer from a tricky and frustrating disorder called anxiety. I can quickly spiral from feeling in control of my breath and emotions, and end up in a dark, thick pool of terror, and mental chaos. We found that information was a major trigger for me, but friends, lean in here and listen…too much information is a sin-trigger for us all. For some, it causes us to fear, and misplace our trust, sometimes losing it all together. For others, too much information becomes a kind of drug–a sense of control in the middle of chaos. Either way, we live in this information era¬†where we are certain that we need to, and are entitled to, know everything–and we have full opportunity to do so. It’s feeding something deep in a space that we have to open up to the One whom we’ll never fully understand.

God did not give us all the information. We are asked to trust in His unknown plan and place our faith in His unlimited power. We have no IDEA what will happen in our next breath. He will give us what we need, including what we need to know, in the moment that it matters for us to know.

So here we find ourselves, relying on everything else except¬†Him, or everything else including Him, but not only Him. Because we have become so accustomed to knowing everything, we have grown a need to know everything. Suddenly He isn’t our only sought-out source of peace, because He is not giving out what we want to know, and CNN¬†is. But can we stop for a moment and wonder why God designed it this way? There are many reasons, and I suppose I’d have to enter seminary to even begin to dig them all up from the beautiful earth of His Word, but…in great humility, I present my own.

Love. It’s because of love. Jesus was weeping in the garden and one of the reasons for that is because He knew. He knew what would happen to Him. Moses spent his days in the desert exhausted with the task of leading God’s people, knowing so much more about the reality of God and their situation then the thousands who followed. Jeremiah wept…all the time. Presidents leave their terms looking haggard and aged well beyond their years. God does not want this intense burden to be placed on us. He wants to have life and to live it abundantly. To know is the gift to prepare, true, and, when He calls us, to do His work. But to know doesn’t alway mean the ability to change the outcome. To know is quite honestly, a burden, that He gives to men at their appointed time along with His supernatural strength to carry it.

We were saved by love, and 1 Corinthians 13 says that love bears all things. God bears the burden of knowing the entire plan.

Part of our peace comes from our eternal security in Him, but there is another part that comes from not needing to know the plan because He has it well in hand. He takes that responsibility away from us because He loves us. But we reach back in with our need to know and, in a way, reject the fullness of His love for us. There is a thin, shaky line between being informed and over-informed, and I think if we were to really look at our habits we’d know where we sit¬†on that. The bleak side of truth here is that we as civilians have very little that we can actually do about the information currently swirling through our computer screens and tvs. But the sin of this world–all of it–is God’s battle to be won, and He’s got this, friends. He isn’t nervous, nor is He surprised. Imagine the sin of the world, from the garden until now, to be like when our parents would sit and quietly discuss finances at the table. We could tell something was wrong but they tried their best to leave us out of it and protect us from the stress. Our parents were willing to take the burden of information to protect our joy, and peace. When we needed to know, they would let us know.

I have to commit that I won’t get¬†nervous until¬†God gets nervous…and am promised that just isn’t going to happen.

This is God, in His holy place, telling us that He has never stepped off of this throne. He has a sword firmly on His side and He is well prepared to use it. He has had a plan since we left His presence in the garden and it was finished when His¬†Son breathed His last breath for us. He wants¬†us to have rest that He miraculously provides in the midst of this–that we may have joy and have it more abundantly. He want us to not be anxious about anything but in everything, make our¬†requests known to HIM, and our hearts vulnerable to HIM…talk to GOD¬†FIRST. Talk to Him. Not to Google.

I will say that have been hugging my children tighter, and have been more grateful for the times of peace we may or may not have left. But should this be what is required for us to do that? Does information dictate our behavior? Every breath is a gift…not just because terror possibly approaches. We were in the same amount of sin and darkness when Adam’s feet first hit the sand outside the garden, as we were in right now.

If ISIS shows up at my door to systematically kill my family today, I won’t be helped by having stayed up late reading the countless stories about them in the news. The information won’t posture the state of my heart in the moment when the knife is to my throat, nor will the heated debates or conversations gain me strength in that moment. So I don’t want to know those stories…

…I want to know “The Story.” I want to know it so well that I breathe it. I want to know, every moment of the day, the story about the man and the woman who sinned and left perfection. I want to know the story about the Love that came down, in the midst of violent murder, rape and abuse and set it right with a bloody crucifixion. I want to read more about that love, that doesn’t judge according to our sins, but saves us…even Christian killers, and turns them around, blinds them and points them toward eyes that see glory. I want to know about the Love that doesn’t care if the country is successful, poverty stricken, worships Him, or worships Allah…but sweeps through with a rush of glory to save all who seek His glorious face. I want to know about a Love so great that people would die brutal deaths for it. I want to read the story about thousands of slaves set free by¬†a series of plagues, and sent out¬†through the center of a sea split into two. I want to read the story about the Enemy who had victory over us because there was NO WAY we could settle the debt. I want to know the story about how, when he thought we were in his grip forever, that this same Love that set thousands free came down and yanked everyone out of this enemy’s hand. I want to know the story¬†about Jesus when He said it was finished, and be reminded that it really truly is….finished. I want to know that this certain present danger is nothing different than any other terror that fell upon our shoulders when we walked away from perfection in the garden. I want to know the story that says this place is not my home, and read the story that describes my home.

I want to tell myself “The Story,” in every inhale and tell the world “The Story” in every exhale. Again, and again, and again. This Story is the only story that bears life. And none of this story is in the news.

We’ve read the back of the Book. The enemy loses, He did lose, It’s not over till the KING says it’s OVER. And He did…with His dying breath–the breath that gave us life beyond this dark and terrible place.

I had a wise instructor once tell me that when my heart is fearful and lying to me, to preach to my heart. Because, friends, we have The Story in our heads. We know these things. We have to tell it¬†to our heart again, and again, and again. Water those dry and aching roots with the only piece of information that will ever revive our dry bones. We can’t escape death. We can’t. But we’ve been given life beyond it…and true life in the midst of it.

“When I’m held in the arms of this waking fear…

…can You find me here?” – Lucy Schwartz

So, today, on September 11, 2014, I remember with great and heavy sadness, all of the lives that were lost,¬†leaving a wake of a broken hearts, and shattered dreams. My prayer is that our God who restores can be seen restoring us in the land of the living, not just in glory. That we see His work on the earth now…not when the plan is fulfilled to completion. His presence has not left us…not for one single moment. May we sense His presence today, and see His hand.¬†Romans 12:19 says to “cling to the good.” So turn off the news, and open the good, rich, nourishing Word of life. Jesus is good, His plan of salvation is good, the Word is good, love is good, our children giggling in the covers is good, the miracle of first and last breaths…is good. Cling to the good today. The bad, the terrible, the horrifying, and destructive are in His hands. All of the plans that are being made in response to terrible things going on outside our doors….are not THE Plan. They’re A plan. THE Plan is already underway and that one WILL succeed.

He has a sword at His side, and HIs right arm is holding back His justice. When the time is right–He will say the Word, and He WILL come down to set it all right, delivering justice for the evil that has effected us all and broken our hearts.

When He does….He will have YOU on His mind, dear loved one. He will have YOU on His mind.

All my love on this difficult day,

~Kate

 

 

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**DISCLAIMER: This post will discuss the application of Thieves Blend Essential Oil on children. Essential Oils are safely applied to children frequently and effectively. However, Thieves blend is a more powerful blend and you may wish to consult your pediatrician before applying any substances to their bodies. We have never had any issues with our use of essential oils, but I do not know the medical history of your child and I am not writing to treat or diagnose your child. Thanks!**

Hey Friends! Welcome to the 2nd post in our month long series about Thieves Essential Oil!

Today, we’re going to talk about why we apply¬†Thieves oil onto our skin, where we should apply it, and the best times of the day to apply.

Throughout this series, I will discuss numerous ways to experience the powerful effects of Thieves Essential Oil Blend. This will include topical applications, inhalation and cleaning. But today, we need to start at the beginning by simply discussion what topical application does and why we do it.

To understand more about why Thieves is a power house for our health and wellness, I encourage you to¬†read the previous post.¬†titled¬†“What Is Thieves?”¬†It will better explain how¬†Thieves is simultaneously a powerful antiseptic, antibiotic, antibacterial, anti fungal, antiviral, and antioxidant all at the same time.¬†Seriously, friends. Wow.

Why Do We Put Thieves Essential Oil Blend on Our Skin?

Applying essential oils is, quite frankly an art. It’s an art that all us oilers out there have developed over time by listening to our bodies and what they need. One thing that we all have learned is: our bodies love and need essential oils. By applying them to our skin in various locations, they have provided an aromatic experience and support to the various systems in our bodies. This has rastically assisted and supported our healing and healthful living.

Our skin is the largest organ in our body. It absorbs moisture and nutrients, and we know this by seeing the results from lotions, and hormonal creams. This is why you may have noticed a pretty major trend where¬†women have been switching out their night creams and serums for natural products. It’s because they are concerned about chemicals and toxins that could enter their system.¬† This is a reasonable concern if we are to consider our skin as an organ that “ingests” what we put on it.

On that note, we can get a good idea why this knowledge can be put to powerful use when it comes to Thieves.

Where On Our Skin Should We Put Thieves?

There are many locations all over the body that are receptive and beneficial for oil application. But Thieves Blend is considered a “hot” oil. This means that it contains some essential oils that are considered a potential irritant to the skin.¬†When applying oils that are potential irritants, it’s best to use a carrier oil, such as coconut oil. For me, I usually put a little on my fingertips, rub it into the place that I’m going to apply, and then follow with Thieves oil.

FEET: The feet are the best place to put most essential oils. By checking out the reflexology chart below, you can get a better idea where to rub Thieves and all of your other oils into the feet. I will explain the application process below, and, if you’re a visual learner I also recommend watching this video explaining both the foot and spinal method of oil application .

  1. Optional: If using a carrier oil to dilute (preferred method for children), rub that oil into the feet. I recommend coconut oil or a basic unscented massage oil.
  2. Without touching the applicator top of the bottle, let desired number of drops (typically 1-3) fall into the palm of the hand.
  3. Using the fingertips of the opposite hand, swirl the oils in the palm, clockwise, 2-3 times.
  4. Take those fingers and spread the oil on the sole of the foot. If you choose to watch the video, you can take this a step further by applicating on the arch of the foot with a specific method you’ll see in the video.
  5. Use what’s left on your palm and rub the rest of the foot, or, if it’s well covered, use that oil to begin on the sole of the other foot. Make sure that the entire sole of the foot, toes and all, is well rubbed and covered.
  6. Refer to the reflexology chart to decide where to give an extra rub. (I always do the arches as that’s the spinal area of the foot). You can YouTube “Rain Drop Method” to see the correct technique on rubbing those reflex points.

Reflexology-chart

If your child jumps up right after you apply the oils, or you have to run and get the phone, don’t worry about all the oils coming off. They have already entered your bloodstream and are ready to go!! ūüôā

SPINE:¬†The only other area where I typically apply a “hot oil” like Thieves is the spine. But I use a carrier oil before I apply. I then do the rain drop technique.

  1. Apply your carrier oil to the back on and around the spine (always use caution when working around the spine. Do not apply any pressure to it, and work around it)
  2. Hover your bottle over the spine and allow three drops to drip onto the spine in different spots along the length of it
  3. Using the backs of your finger nails, “feather stroke” up the spine in light feathering motion, barely touching the skin. Go three to four times up the spine. Then feather stroke out away from the spine. This feather stroking method can also be seen in the YouTube video recommended above.

When To Apply Thieves Essential Oil

Because this is a broad answer, I will give you the 3 times a day that are good open windows for our own application at home. I don’t do all three of these in one day, but one of these times a day is when I apply.¬†NOTE: Use caution when applying Thieves to infants and children under the age of 10.¬†

  1. Before school. I usually get my kids in their carseats without shoes on and then I apply a carrier oil and Thieves to their bare feet. I go around to each kid and then by the time I come back to the first his feet are dry and ready for shoes. I then move around and get all their shoes on. (This is when I also apply Cedarwood to their brain stems and stress away to their wrists)
  2. After School. When they lay in bed for naps, I do a spinal and foot application. If your kids don’t nap, then sitting at lunch or snack is a great time because they’re sitting still and calm. You can do spinals with them sitting up as long as you are quick about it.
  3. Before Bed. When they lay in bed, I usually do all of their before-bed feet oils (currently it’s: Thieves, Valor, Frankincense & Raven) one at a time. Then I do Thieves on the spine.

**I also diffuse a combination of Thieves and Purification in their rooms at night.

Happy Tuesday & Happy Oiling, friends!!

~Katie

 

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