At the end of April there was a shift in the spirit realm that affected my life, projects, and businesses in a positive, yet intriguing way. With one seemingly single agreement, breakthrough arrived and elements of the journey changed quickly. Since then, my sister and I have been surrounded with more ease and consistent momentum around what we are building than we’ve ever experienced in all my years following Holy Spirit. The problem is, I still haven’t fully pieced togeth

Lately, I’ve found myself ranting internally and externally about the not so rose-colored reality of following Holy Spirit. It seemingly sounds like an epic story from afar… “Oh you’re just gonna go spend some time with an all-powerful, trans-dimensional being named Jesus for a bit. He’s gonna heal you of sickness and disease, set you free of darkness and decay, and equip you for a life of peace and joy... And then, my dear, you’re golden!” And while the above is true, it’s

I’m an avid gym-goer. I’ve been this way since I lost 100 pounds 17 years ago and then gained the inner healing, freedom, and skills needed to maintain it. Because of my experience with extreme body transformation, one of my favorite parts of the gym is watching people in the gym. I see so many different kinds. The first are those who just started. I can tell fitness is a brand-new world for them. There’s a lack of knowledge about being in a gym they carry. It’s that awkwar