My Story

A Story of Transformation

I’ve always been passionate about health and nutrition.  However, God took me on a journey that led me to a deeper understanding of His model for health – holistic biblical health – in spirit, soul, and body.  This journey transformed my life, and I am eager to share it with you.  Let me tell you my story.

My Health Crash

When I had my first baby, we committed to an organic lifestyle, and I did everything I could to learn how to nourish my little family with the best foods possible. We rid our home of all toxic chemical cleaners and made sure to read labels on all our skin/body care products. Fragrances, dyes, artificial ingredients – gone!  However, a few years later, after the birth of my second baby, my health took a turn for the worse. The accumulated stress in my life at the time was the perfect storm, and my body couldn’t take it any longer. Hardship in my marriage was taking a toll. My sweet baby had difficulty sleeping due to eczema and gut issues, so I was following strict elimination diets in an attempt to resolve his pain. On top of that, I had transitioned through multiple home businesses over the course of 2 years – learning and relearning new products and pay plans, launching each business, while building/training teams. Sleep deprived and overwhelmed, I was running on adrenaline and sheer determination to hold it all together. Following the launch of the last business, my hands broke out in eczema with blisters, cracking, swelling, and bleeding. I had to cover my hands in gloves just to use them, which was still so painful. From there, I began to have adrenal fatigue, suspected thyroid concerns, hair loss, weight gain (even while on the strictest diet), irritability, fatigue, brain fog, possible candida overgrowth, gut dysbiosis, and the list went on. Looking back, how clear it is that God didn’t create us to do it all on our own.

I went from one cleanse to the next, naturopath to functional medicine doctor, living under restrictive food plans, endless supplements, and rigorous therapies – spending money right and left on various programs in an attempt to feel normal again. This went on for 3 years. Most of my time was spent listening to health podcasts and attempting to sustain my home business. I was seeking to do everything naturally and believed whole heartedly that “if I gave my body what it needed, it would heal itself”. I still believe this to be true, but I was missing some pretty important pieces that went beyond the physical.

The Spiritual and Emotional Roots of Disease

As a result of this journey, I learned that when pursuing alternative medicine, it’s very easy to be exposed to the occult. As a professing Christian, I started doing yoga, meditation, EFT, Applied Kinesiology and energy work to alleviate my stress and emotional baggage, not knowing the spiritual implications. I was seeing some level of results, so I plunged deeper, leading into more and more of these “remedies”. If any of you have suffered with chronic illness, there comes a point, where you’re willing to try just about anything to feel well again.    

Throughout all this, I was going to church, worshipping, and occasionally reading my Bible. I would cry out to God for help, and I would write out Scripture to meditate on. I actually would have considered myself a strong Christian, but I had never tasted of Him like I was about to. I was seeking answers to my health from everywhere else but Him. I was treating the physical symptoms and wrongly addressing the emotional load, when the root was much deeper. God wasn’t my main pursuit – my health was. I was trying to fix me with my own knowledge and strength…and I was failing miserably. 

A New Beginning

Thankfully, I reached a point where God woke me up to my deception, idolatry, pride, and the demonic oppression that had a hold of me. I finally reached the end of myself, and He was there to rescue me (Psalm 40:2). A friend sent me a blog post on the spiritual dangers of muscle testing. I was so hardened in my heart, I didn’t even want to read it, but because my friend asked for my thoughts on it, I told her I would. When I read the article and the author’s own story of deception, I could see myself in her story. The scales fell from my eyes, and I saw how far I had fallen. I had looked to all these alternative methods (some of which were tied to the occult) rather than pressing into God. I felt such conviction and a calling to repentance.