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Karen Renee Johnson

Home is Where Our Story Begins


Heading south from Kohala to Kona, cruising in our van that arrived the day before. A big bit of familiar, it rattles me and there go my tears again. Leaving Hawi, our new little town that graces the North tip of the island, the rolling hills adorned with trees sway in the Kohala breeze, and my view opens up to the majestic Pacific, a strong blue horizon and white clouds in the sky. Listening to Braddah Iz, my heart has ached with homesick melodies, vivid pictures of what I’ve left makes me so raw. Such a rich community of people and friends and mentors and ohana. True ones, who inspire me. So many are my heroes and they don’t even know it. I realize I’ve been caught up in my own misery and craziness I wonder if I ever told them…

Green landscape and kiawe trees, white spots dot the ocean from the strong wind, and here I am, far away, in another world. I’ve been shut down, withdrawn and in survival mode. I think we are on week 11 of this journey. We arrived, weary travelers, with the warmest welcome from our ohana on our coffee land home. My heart needed the nurturing. So much behind us and yet so much still lay ahead, an empty house to make into a home. We started with beds, a few days later a couch, just so thankful to sit. A week after that, a dining table. Pure joy to sit and eat, especially since this is Hawaii and the crumbs of kids walking around was stressing me out!

The green shifts to a rocky desert, dry grasses and more kiawe.  I wrestle with my first world problems. The boys watch a movie and the missy naps as I make my way on the curve of the island and the view opens up. The Kohala mountains, layered with shades of green, Mauna Kea ( one of the tallest in the world from sea level), Mauna Loa, and Hualalai all come in to view at the same time, a proud display of the islands size and stature. Something really big must be brewing, my mind wanders in and out of the past weeks of this crazy journey. We’ve been through so much. It felt like such a fight. I still can’t believe we are here, yet it’s so real like a slap in the face how different my life is. This has been one of the hardest transitions ever for me. I have been fumbling and failing, daily. Figuring out life without my kitchen and homeschool setup, unable to nurture my family with ease. Those are what make me ME. And they aren’t up and running yet.

Passing Kawaihae harbor and the terrain turns to a black sea of lava. Different shades of chocolate drip down from the slopes, revealing unique flows from the past. Resorts line the highway, palm trees popping out of the lava, and the sea calms. Jack croons about banana pancakes and I breathe. My spirit has longed for the feeling of home.  Living without my “home” has wrecked me. I am such a homebody. Another shift in the landscape and a flicker of something deep in my soul. This island, made up of so many climates, quilted patches of different colors that you can literally drive through. The raw beauty of watching life grow and change before your eyes. From a black sea of rock to some grasses and trees springing up. I realize I am not too far gone. There is a new life happening and there is potential for beauty.

Driving past all my favorite beaches my mind and emotions wrestle. It’s a gorgeous day. Somehow along the way I lost my Joy. My eyes tear up again, and I pray and ask God for it to return. If you know me, you know I struggle with arthritis pain all over and when I’m hurting like I have been, everything is life is made a bit harder. I fight for Joy.  Brings me to the basics of being Thankful for such little things.

Plumerias and bouganvilleas line the highway, almost to Kona. A quick stop to wash the layers of salt off our van, “Gracie,” from her barge ride from Honolulu. Returning the rental car and it’s official, we are driving as a family in our car. Heading to Keiki ponds, for some fun time with the kids. A protected ocean pool, the waves break over a giant lava reef and tidepools surround this little beach spot. A picnic lunch, kids swimming, and a shift into relax mode. Trying to be an anchor for my kids when our whole life was turned upside down made me realize I cannot be everything to them. God has to cover where I leave off. This Trust journey. It’s been so big.

Giggles and sandy toes, sea slugs and pirate booty. The weary, the stress, so much letting go. The ocean is warm, the sun feels so good. For some reason we are supposed to be here. I knew I was supposed to go. I just wasn’t quite ready, and I wonder why the struggle has felt larger than I can handle. I am weak. But that’s ok to admit.

A hot walk back to the car, quick stop at Costco for gas and a few things. A call from Kohala – our boxes have come! The post office closes at 4 and it’s 2:55. An hour drive home, but we are hoping to make it. There’s life in me, deep down, hope resides. A deep well, a safe place, and I nestle in, facing all my faults and mistakes and everything that I may never be. Another movie and my Kale’a naps again. Heading north through the lava fields and resorts, clear horizon for awhile and welcomed back with rainbows and warm sprinkles. Unpacked boxes, family pictures, giant teddy bears, and legos. My mixer, pampered chef stoneware and my special mug from one of my favorites have all made it.

I pause and look at my shattered vintage pineapple cookie jar. A wedding gift to my parents, from Hawaii. One of my favorite things ever, didn’t make it. I was broken like that Pineapple. Josh is going to glue it for me. It will have even more of a special story and character. God is going to put me back together. Maybe I will get some of the same. Curtains up, baby’s crib put together with her bedding from back home. She is so happy with this familiar and I cry. Little by Little, this cottage will be turned into a home. This is bigger than a new chapter in our lives. It is a new book. And Home is where our story begins.

Mama’s Nest



I am feeling such Gratitude, such a deep Joy I just had to share it.

I am so Thankful for all the Obvious! Yet, when God exposes the Deeper, the Needs that we don’t even know we have, by Fulfilling Them FIRST…

It is a Genuine Awakening to the Fullness of His Love.

Baby could come any day, and physically I have been quite uncomfortable. Yet spiritually, I feel Strong, Fulfilled, and Amazing! You see, I have this Beautiful GIFT right now that I am experiencing. One that I didn’t know I needed.

It has ripened like a sweet piece of fruit in the warm sun.

It has unfolded before my eyes as a flower blooms.

Precious Gift of Time.

Time to be a Family and focus on Relationship and Connecting, cuddling and Laughing, before the new addition arrives.

I get the Privilege of having my oldest son home from school, on Independent study. Bethel School has been Amazing and supportive and I am quite Thankful for this. What started as an effort to cut the risk of getting hit by the plague of diseases swarming our community this season, at this Most INopportune time… has turned into a Greater Realization of something I didn’t even know I needed.

Extra Time together.

Both boys in my Nest.

Oh how I love saying that!

If we were homeschooling, this would be a time where we slowed down, did basics, and focused on Family and Relationship. Thus we are experiencing this Gift.

With the support of the school and Elijah’s Amazing teacher, this little temporary change has opened up my heart in a Fresh way. A way that was Desperately needed.

My kids are growing up fast. I didn’t know how much I missed my Elijah. Quite Frankly, I didn’t know how much I was taking him for granted and not appreciating him the way he deserves. This extra time has allowed me to look deep into my own heart for my son, and Reconnect in a Healing way, on a Deeper level, and it has been so Wonderful! Learning how to Honor him, how to Value him, and how to Respect him in the way he really needs. It hurts that I have missed these things, but I am Thankful it’s not too late to turn things around.

My heart is open, and I foresee this paving the way toward an even Deeper healing that’s coming. An Awareness is growing. Both my boys are highlighted in new ways. Where my patience has been thin, I am finding a new, Deeper pool where it lasts a bit longer. I am finding the extra when I feel I have nothing left, especially if it comes down to a need they have that’s highlighted in the moment. My heart is full as I Give.

I wonder sometimes if I am worthy of such a Beautiful Family.

We make so many mistakes as parents. We will never be perfect. Yet our kids are so open to Forgiveness and their Hearts are so Pure to Love and be Loved. I knew God had something for me in this time of slowing down, yet I had no idea it would be so Powerful and Life Changing. I am only at the tip of Discovering here, yet I just couldn’t wait to share the Joy I feel despite the painful Realization. See, the wrongs and mistakes are still there but the Joy that comes as Hearts connect and Heal just overtakes it!

I am Happy in my Mama’s Nest, both my boys here, Loving every Loud, Crazy Moment, and Appreciating the quiet Loves and cuddles too.

What a Precious Gift of Time together to be a Family. To Strengthen ourselves as a Family, and to Rebuild our Foundation where it was a bit unsteady. To allow our Hearts to soften and Grow together, towards each other, in LOVE.

Just So Thankful…





Raw Sprouted Buckwheat Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies



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Sometimes Creation happens when you need to clear out your pantry.

I’ve had a 5 pound bag of buckwheat sitting there for awhile, and I just happened to have some happy time reading my Nourishing Traditions cookbook. I’ve soaked and dehydrated buckwheat before, but never sprouted it, so I thought I’d give it a try.

To sprout buckwheat, soak it overnight first. Rinse it a few times a day and let it sprout for a couple days. Here’s a picture after a day.


The sprouts get a bit longer the second day.

With the help of the Amazing Tang ladies, who Blessed my socks off last week so I could stay off my feet, we were able to create these yummy goodies! My goal was to make something I could eat as a treat that wouldn’t send my blood sugar into outer space. See, I’m keeping gestational diabetes under control with diet alone, so this was a happy experiment, and kid tested and approved as well!


Raw Sprouted Buckwheat Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookies

4 cups sprouted buckwheat

1 cup pecans/chocolate chip mixture*

1 16 oz jar peanut butter (or almond butter tastes amazing in it too!)

1/2 cup chia seeds

1 cup unsweetened shredded coconut

1 tsp sea salt

1/2 cup cocoa powder

1/2 cup maple syrup

*the pecan/ chocolate chip mixture was an extra large bag of pecans and a bag of chocolate chips put in the food processor together, just to add more protein, fat and fiber to balance out the chocolate.

Mix up the nut butter with the cocoa powder, maple syrup and sea salt first, then add the rest of the ingredients,  it blends a bit more evenly. You can grab an ice cream scoop and roll it in shredded coconut, or make cookie balls and do the same. I’m dehydrating mine to experiment. I also put some straight in the fridge. My kids are happily devouring both!

Recipes are more like guidelines to me, a place to start and let your own creativity flow. Next time I would add more coconut. Feel free to change up the nuts or add more of an ingredient.

The fun part is you can just spread out the mixture on a tray and dehydrate it under 104 degrees and you have an amazing cereal! Watch out though, it’s addicting! It’s also a very yummy and healthy ice cream or yogurt topping!



Nothing compels me to write like sharing a confession.  An intimate peek inside my heart where I’ve been previously withdrawn and sorting things out, morphs into a deep revelation that sustains me and helps me.

I’ve been isolated and in a funk. I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy or a house full of sickness that started it, or the chilling cold that kept me inside too long. When the sun came out and I felt warmth on my skin, I began to feel a shift, like Hope shining through my window.

The truth is I’m battling daily against ugly voices in my head. Fueled by how I’m feeling, these negative words spoken by family and Dr’s just pound me all day. “You can’t do this, you shouldn’t have another baby, your body can’t do it, you’re insane to believe you can, you’re not strong enough,…” and lots more about how it will destroy my body and blah blah blah… just echo through my brain and I am constantly taking it captive and pushing through. I’m also fighting the normal anxiety of birth and how I will do afterwards (since my track record isn’t that great). It’s a weary battle right now, and I don’t have much fight in me.

I’m not able to do much because my body is working so hard. I’ve been having a really hard time accepting this, and allowing myself to slow down this early- I have 7 weeks to go. It’s felt discouraging and hopeless. Two things that sink me fast.

But deep down, I won’t let it. It just makes me quiet for awhile as I adjust and Accept what I need to do.

My body may not be like that of my peers, I may be over 35 (so what!) and so I have some health stuff I daily battle. This does not make me defeated.

It just means I need to take care of myself more, maybe a little better, and I guess a lot sooner than I anticipated.

Everything I have to give, is going to this precious little girl. I’m accepting this today. No need to fight my body and do too much and get run down and become susceptible to the massive sickness that seems to be circulating. Nope.

Tossing my ideals aside, movies can run most of the day in my home, and Netflix can entertain in between what I am able to do. If it means I can slow down and rest more, it’s worth it.

I’m not going to get a lot of stuff done, or nest my way around this house, or take care of everyone else like I am used to. Trips out of the house may be seldom and weary, or none at all. Yep, it’s just gotten to that point.

So that means things will look different, but hey, that’s my middle name. I am accustomed to doing things differently. I rather enjoy it.

I must EMBRACE with a full heart this Glorious season, and soak in what it means. I’ve lost sight of it due to my lil’ trials and tribulations. So I am confessing here that I am ACCEPTING where I am at, with a peaceful smile, Thankfulness swelling inside me as big as my belly…

Family Goals and Dreams


My little family started a tradition a few years back. We have a creative time to design and decorate a Dream-board/  Poster that we can hang up and look at all year. We do this on New Years. We add Prophetic Declarations of what we want to see, goals for our own character growth, and Dreams we want to step into. Anything goes!

The first year I drew a hidden pregnant belly, at a time when there was no way I was able to get off medicine to get pregnant. It was a dream in my heart, but one so sacred I couldn’t even write it out for all to see, so I hid it in a drawing. Each day I stared at my poster, reading the words I had declared, challenging myself to grow in certain areas, reminding myself to go after things. I had it on the side of the fridge where I could glance at it while I was cooking.

I got pregnant that year with my Braham. In fact, everything I wrote on that poster ended up coming true and bearing fruit. Such an Amazing testimony of the power of writing things down! Everything that Elijah had written on his came true too!

We have fun taking a moment to look at the one we wrote out the previous year, just to see how much has turned into reality!

One year we spent all day drawing and crafting our posters, cutting our pictures if we wanted or sketching some amazing art that really meant something to us for the year. We open up with prayer and ask the Lord to lead us to put down words, pictures, whatever He has for us for the year. Keeping it Simple, it kicks it off in unity and is really special!

What are your Dreams and Hopes for this year? How do you want to grow in Parenting, Relationships, your Business, your marriage? Is there a specific area for each child you want to focus on? Something you want to add to your life but don’t know how to make it fit? Possibilities are endless and I encourage you to Dream and Design without Fear, like Nothing is holding you back!

I am looking forward to doing this today and spending a quality afternoon with my family. I wonder what the end result will be, and I am excited to see what comes out.

Hawaii Calls


Oh how we are missing the ocean.

I cannot tell you how often we dream of moving back to Hawaii…

Especially in the winter time.

Learning to appreciate the seasons, and the layers that implies. I remember when we lived in Kona and came to the mainland to visit, how wide-eyed and enamored we were with seeing the leaves change colors. We even collected beautiful colored leaves for an entire afternoon because of the wondrous colors, completely captivated by the beauty!

SO there’s something for me to grab hold of this season, this cold winter time. Maybe I haven’t figured it out yet and I don’t have to just yet. Sensing an awareness of it could be my first step. 3 months from now we will have a newborn and enter into a new life with 3 Beautiful children and that will hold it’s own shift of seasons.

What does this winter have for me? What Beauty can I find in the Dailies, instead of longing for what once was, that warmer place of simplicity and Island lifestyle…

Hawaii calls, to both my husband and I very strong this week. Night after night of dreaming and ocean breezes and family picnics. It is time to put on the home videos and look at all our pictures. Nestled together as a Family, ushering in Thankfulness for the Opportunity we had this summer.

It snows outside and I sit here under a warm and cozy blanket. The quiet lollygag of a Saturday at home with Family, just us being together, relaxing and having relationship. This winter season that aligns with my 3rd trimester just beckons in a gentle way to slow down. The gifts are a plenty, not wrapped under the tree, but in the midst of the slowing down process. There is something our family is hungry for…

Dreaming together, sharing visions and desires and listening to each other in a deeper way. Laughter and giggles, legos and games. Movies and cuddling on the couch. So many Blessings to enjoy while staying warm and cozy inside.

Hawaii calls and I watch the snow. Wondering and Contemplating, Dreaming and Thinking…

Raw Identity


Finally getting some “me time” and I should be so happy, yet I feel so lonely.

This leaves me to ask, “What do I really need?”

So I’m here in my hubby’s office: quiet, thoughts uninterrupted, and letting my fingers dance across the keys. My fleeting mind-  my fingers try to keep up, but the words fly too fast.

Three months away from the Joy of a newborn in our home, Release from feeling like I must meet everyone’s needs before then, leaves me attempting to uncover my own.

Alone I contemplate…

keys at hand, ready to go…

…but no direction where.

That pretty much sums up a lot of where I’m at.

In many areas.

This ceiling shrinks and closes in. I must make a move or be crushed. That slippery slope awaits my next step.

Declarations in my heart move me.

The tightrope under me is really an illusion.

I am Loved in my emotions.

I breathe.


it’s what I need.

The wells stand ready to gush forth. Why do I stuff and when did I learn that coping? The pressure grows and I must let tears leak out yet I fight it. Who told me I had to be strong and take it?

I desperately need love.

I desperately need to be heard.

Afraid of getting more lost with a new baby. There, I admit it. I haven’t learned how to preserve myself in motherhood.

I desperately need to be found.

I need to know ME


before I can know my needs.

Lord, take me back to who You created me to be,

show me your vision, through Your eyes.

A present,

Beautiful Bow.

Oh how I long to unwrap my Identity.




I just felt like sharing something today. My heart fills with Hope as I think about it, and I know I am supposed to think upon this a bit more…

I’m 26 weeks now, and I’m feeling really tired these days. Growing a person is just a lot of work, and I can easily forget why I am constantly wiped out. I am getting really excited about this baby girl and this whole baby thing is starting to get very real! I can no longer deny this basketball belly that hides my toes. I am reminded at the Miracle each of my children are, and this just stops me for some great reflection and revelation.

But there’s one thing that brings tears to my eyes every time.

This baby is strong. I felt her a month before my boys, quite earlier than normal, I think I was 13 or 14 weeks.  There was just one super powerful kick that came from nowhere and totally caught me off guard. Flutters came later, and stronger kicks again the next week.

I may never be as strong as I long to be. I have a deep inner strength, I know that. Yet physically, I have this dangling carrot over me that hopes and desires strength so badly, so desperately, and I just can’t seem to reach it.

But my daughter is strong.

I may never be strong in this way, but I am having a daughter that will be.


You have no idea how this rocks me. My whole life the past 22 years I have been so weak and fragile. I have felt like I have been left behind “Life,” in so many ways. Sitting in a glass box, watching everyone around me do things I could not. There’s a lot of pain there. I’m working on it though. The Amazing part is that in this “weakness,” God has created Strength in me. He’s come in and been the Strength that has led me to Overcome, to find Joy, to Hope.

And to get this deep revelation that my daughter is Strong!

It just brings me to tears every time!

It gives me Hope, it Strengthens me to Press on and Persevere.

I make a lot of sacrifices and live a very strict lifestyle with food so I can continue to get better. It’s all for that long-term Dream and Goal to be well, physically strong, and actively participating in Life.

I was just thinking that I started this year with a serious bone infection, and I’m finishing it off growing this precious little baby who stands for Strength. It’s part of her name and I didn’t realize that til just this moment. Wow, I love how God gives us these little gifts…

I am Believing for more Healing with this pregnancy and More Strength this coming year.

I love that I will be birthing Strength.

Voice and Value


Voice and Value.

Two things God has put on my heart lately.

Seeing it in women around me too, as they awaken to the dreams in their heart.

My spirit longs for my voice to be heard. I often allow it to get drowned out; it’s easier that way and feels safer to not “rock the boat.” Yet this is doing myself absolutely nothing but stuffing a Desperate Inner Cry and feeding it passive aggressive milk to subdue it. I’m ready for some meat in this area, so I’m facing this head on today: spiritually, mentally, and emotionally.

Sitting here contemplating why the fear feels so big. Wondering why I choose to hide and be insignificant, and a bit fed up with myself for that. I need to Face my stuff if I want to grow. I need to understand and take a good, honest approach to it before I can defeat it.

I am weighing my Value with my Integrity. This longing to be heard and intention to speak out is because I need to honor myself.

I am realizing I was never taught to ask for what I wanted. Instead I grew up believing this was wrong and selfish and you just need to be thankful for what you get. This is a giant mess I need to sort out because I can see why I never knew how to dream. I was never groomed to or empowered to. Perhaps I missed it, I just don’t know.

This process of asking for something that makes you feel valued and honored… it’s really scary when it’s something that’s really important to your heart. That’s why I’m sitting here weighing it all. Trying to understand my heart and Soaking for a bit.

About to take the necessary risks and Leap. It’s what needs to happen and it’s what will usher in this Value for myself; it will give me a Voice. It will make me grow where I need to grow, it will even shift something, whether it’s my mindset or my heart, I am engaged and ready.

All things are Possible.

Voice and Value.

Is it a stumbling block or a launching pad?

Today, I will choose the latter.

Guinea Pig With a Tacklebox


All of my babies have been born in Faith.

Years ago, I remember Doctor’s saying it may not even be possible.

A lot has had to line up and happen before I could even “try” to get pregnant.

I was a guinea pig with a tackle-box.

Now that’s quite the visual, right?

I was a Shriner’s patient by 15, which ushered in a new humility in my life that I had never known. It was brutal to be a teenager with arthritis at 14, feeling deformed and relating to grandparents’ ailments. It absolutely Humbled me to see younger children with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, handful of surgeries by age 5, suffering and not yet knowing how to put it into words.

I felt like a guinea pig, an experiment on a cold hard table. Lots of drugs, some helped, others didn’t, nothing made it all go away. I literally had a tackle-box to keep them organized and in one place for easy access wherever I was. It was a world of “you can’t,” and a glass box of limitations, while watching my peers do things I should be doing.

In order to have children, I had to get off all the toxic drugs for 3 months to get it all out of my system, BEFORE trying to get pregnant. Not so easy when you are in pain. Not so possible when you are brought to the Flesh with every throb and ache, jolted into Reality.

SO my babies are born in Faith, from the moment they are dreamed of, thought of and planned.

But you must Dare to Dream the Impossible.

Before I got pregnant the first time, I was involved in a healing church in Hawaii and had some miraculous things happen to my body. In Faith, I started taking myself off my meds, one at a time. It hurt a lot, but I have never enjoyed needing medications to move. I have never liked the side effects and the domino affect that spirals you into another drug with more side affects, and so on…

It was mind over matter for awhile, and suddenly, with a  Prophetic word one Sunday, I melted on the floor and I couldn’t move. My heart was being filled with baby dreams and it was time. In Faith, I stepped into a place and was able to endure the pain long enough to safely get pregnant.

After I had Elijah, my body flared up so extreme that I was forced to stop breastfeeding and get back on the toxic drugs. It was my only chance at being able to pick up my baby. I gave it a good fight and lasted 6 and a half months before giving in.

When Elijah was 2, I started thinking about the next little kiddo, and my heart sunk when I realized my body couldn’t do it. I entered a season of trying to get off meds and suffering the consequences. I had tried 4 or 5 times to get off medicines, each time resulting in extreme flare ups and wheel chairs. I was defeated and depressed, for years as I wrestled with the desires I felt in my heart, and the Reality I felt screaming inside my joints.

When God puts something in you, it just doesn’t go away, despite the circumstances, despite the natural around you telling you it’s impossible. I felt my desires being restored in Freedom after working through a lot of stuff and we happened upon the Bethel scene and just charged forward into God’s mercy and Love. I began to have visions of another baby and hear God’s promises. I held on and allowed myself to dream.

I was able to get off medicine and Voila, little Abraham, my child of Promise, Born in Faith. Again, my body flared up in an extreme way, and I was forced to get back on medicine. I had a really tough time his first couple of years, stumbled on the GAPS diet, started a 40 day juice fast and my whole life changed.

People think I’m crazy to do this again. My husband said no more. He was adamant about that. He said he wanted his wife back. I needed to be strong, not just on the inside. I understood where he was coming from, but my heart ached with the war of Reality and Heart’s Desire.

The Dreams that God puts in you, if they are really from Him, He breathes on them and keeps them alive, no matter the darkness around you. Since I was a little girl, I always wanted 3 or 4 kids. I struggled with this dream and laid it down before the lord.

I told him something like this in January of this year,  words between weeping:

This is just too painful and it hurts too much. Please take this desire away if it is not from you. I am Thankful for my 2 healthy boys and I love my family. But there’s this longing in my heart, and I can’t ignore it. Please make it stop. Change my heart. It’s too painful to bear. My husband is done, and I cannot say those words. Change my heart or change his, Lord.

and then I felt something rise in me, and it took a lot of courage to whisper…and the tears flowed even more…

…and God, if this desire is from you, if YOU put this in me, please keep it alive and protect it.

And then I felt Freedom. No more pain, not more obsession with the idea. I felt Peace.

Then Hawaii happened. And it was there Josh told me he wanted another baby. Oh how the tears flowed! This has been a GIANT Leap of Faith for us. I know what the past says, but I have battled it, and I believe the past does not determine my future. I am Believing for Good things.

I was able to ditch that tackle-box 15 months before I got pregnant. I am healthier than I’ve ever been with my diet. I reinvented “guinea pig,” and made myself one in my kitchen. That’s where the passion and discipline comes from folks, I am on a long journey to restore my body after 20 plus years of toxic drugs.

So this baby girl, my Miracle, the One God Promised, is on her way.

Another baby, born in Faith.

It just makes me giddy.

It Humbles me that I am walking in a Dream.

So, to all the guinea pigs with tackle-boxes out there:  never let go of the Dreams God has put in your heart. It is the most Beautiful thing to walk in, the most Precious thing to Hope for, and worth every Tear to Believe in.

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