I came to Jacksonville for jiu-jitsu and to rest. I truly thought the Lord was sending me here for something entirely different—quiet, physical, restorative. He was clear in sending me to Jacksonville, specifically. Still, the “sunbeams and numbers” have been off the hook. 5-12-17 everywhere. Hwy 13 and 21.

I met Jenn and Trinity at Picassos yesterday after the Women’s Empowerment Self Defense class at Gracie Jiu-Jitsu Baymeadows. Of course they mirror me and my own Ginger Beard Man. The Boss loves to show off in the details. I love that Picassos is closed today and I am forced to stay another two days due to ice storms in Nashville.

All this to say, I’ve found myself a little confused these past days. Not confused in the traditional sense, just waiting for His direction. I told my husband last night that I was wondering why the writing had gone quiet, as He was saying plenty. This is the first time in a long time that He has directed me to simply be instead of actually doing.

Driving over the bridge, I was compelled to take a photo. Only now do I see that 17 was screaming the whole way because it’s been 17 days since I posted anything here. This is the longest gap in posting by a landslide since May 8,2025 . #ISWYD.

Holy Humor is the best and I pray for all to come to know Jesus well enough to laugh with Him.

Jesus wanted me to be still with Him, period. My job is to do whatever The Boss says. So, that’s what I have done.

Last night, I was inappropriately propositioned by a man young enough to be my son. At 35, he is surely old enough to know better. The main claimed to be Catholic and prayed over his meal immediately prior to propositioning me no less than four times. By the grace of God, I was able to kindly rebuke his repeated and ungodly behavior.

It should make sense that I felt sick in my spirit over his behavior last night. I told my husband if God wanted me at church today, He would wake me and take me.

Boy, of boy, did He take me on a journey to Journey Church today!

The drive over was across a bridge and the 5-12-17 connection. Highways 13 and 21. I knew something powerful was greeting me upon my arrival. I could feel it. The entire church home felt like a home and not a church campus. Their messaging is both beautifully clear and heartfelt. They understand the power of His Word and that makes all the difference to me.

I had to make many notes throughout worship and the sermon. Three times Pastor Adam used the expression “His great love”. The palpitations told me it mattered enough to write down. I wrote “Stay is a bridge” roughly seven weeks ago and there it was in the service in my spirit.

Hearing about their three day fast, prayer meetings and why the worship crew was wearing camo just made my spirit sing. No doubt the two men they’ve never seen again after speaking to Pastor Mike were angels. Felt that before he even finished sharing the story.

I need to listen to old sermons from JC and write out their “I love you Lord…let it be a sweet, sweet song” . His own little ditty beginning with the same line as the song God placed in my heart was, indeed, sweet. “I love you Lord, for all you’ve done—-for what you are doing —-and for what’s to come”… has been pouring out for over a year. #ISWYDT.

After service, I spoke with Jacob, the connections pastor. I shared that I felt I was supposed to have a Godversation with Pastor Adam. Not a meeting. Not an agenda. Just a conversation led by the Spirit. I shared a glimpse of the road that brought me here: Lamentations 3:58, an unexpected Joe Rogan episode, the long obedience of losing 100 pounds, and how God has been weaving discipline, surrender, and listening together in ways I never anticipated.

I’m sure it was a lot to process.

At one point, I did a cartwheel right there in the sanctuary. Not for attention—just joy. I told him I’ve felt thirteen all summer, free in a way that doesn’t need permission or explanation. Somewhere in the middle of all of it, I sliced my right palm open with an ink pen—an odd, accidental moment that left my hand covered in blood.

Even that felt symbolic somehow: words, ink, offering, cost.

What keeps stirring in my spirit is this simple truth—I think I’m meant to share Godversations with Journey Church. Godversations create space for healing, listening, laughter, repentance, and hope. Maybe the first Godversation Café will be born here. I don’t know anything for certain other than I was obedient. For me, praise God, that is always enough.

Church lasted roughly two hours. While far longer than I expected, I’m so glad it did. Some days aren’t about schedules or efficiency. They’re about staying when God lingers.

And, being extra blessed with a bandaid.

Today was one of those days. I pray if Jacob forgets all the other details, he shares Lamentations 3:58 and Zahriya Zachary’s “Stay”.

Thank you, Jesus, for a glorious Sunday at Journey Church and for the bajillion details omitted from this post. You know my prayers for JC (💜✝️💜) and their future. EVERYTHING we know as good is a gift of your great love. We surely didn’t deserve it and you loved us anyway. We could never thank you enough. I love you to the moon and back.