It’s 1:08 am. I am overwhelmed in the sweetest way possible.
I wrote a detailed explanation about how Jesus moved me yesterday—-Psalm 141:4 and the Prayer of Jabez were like jiu-jitsu grapevines, intertwined with 7’s, 44’s and 14’s. Of course it was intricate—- it was ALOT of details to include for His Purposes.
Anywho my hubby is on a cruise with his dad (81). His steward is literally named Moses. Seriously, Moses !!!
The point is. I was giddy all day and late getting home. Eleven hour day or not, I brought our tree downstairs, cleaned the floor and got the mantle decorated. I put the manger set in the front yard and a few other things. It felt good to get my house in order and decorated before Mark gets home.
Then, I went up to clean up and go to bed. 🤣. That was not His Plan. That still hasn’t happened. What has happened is much to process. Essentially, much of what was written less than 12 hours ago has now been confirmed in multiple objects and scripture.
Jesus. as much as I praise you—I just giggled to think that you must surely get tired of my singing! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for another super-cali-fragi-list-ic (you know the rest) day. Thank you for helping me take more deep breaths—-inhale deeply Yah and out slowly Weh. Weigh. 🤣 Yesterday way rocked the casbah! And for our inside humor. For the way you put things in my mind which make Mark and I BOTH laugh. I love, love, LOVE it when you make him laugh like that through me. One of my favorite things is authentic laughter. Duh.
Thanks for always having my back. The power you surge through me is multiplied when I am isolated with you. And, as much as I understand why some might be concerned, I cherish this “warp -speed time warp experience with you. Yeppers, that’s the description. If you want me hanging here til 5 am, you know I will if that’s your will. But, we both know I need rest for the week ahead. So, I will let you be you and ask in advance for it to feel like I have rested for the benefit of others. Deal?
Thanks for all the memory lane revelations. Thanks for letting me ache for Shannon and putting my dad’s reunion memory chip in my hand. Thank you for the compass, the letter The picture and the obituaries. Did I leave anything out? It was all so beautiful put together through your eyes. Thank you for letting me see. Those tears really do taste sweet.
Thank you for growing me. Thank you for convicting me so stinking hard about rebuking those lies exactly as you directed . It grieves me for you when they are coming from your children’s lips. When I almost puked, she gave me the opportunity to speak with as much love as possible. Letting people be people is KEY. Love everyone right where they are. Period. No excuses. You’ve made that clear #YESSIR
Mark was right to wonder “how that went”. Pretty sure he felt my peace and realized this season is different. This peace with you is everything. Thank you for this downright otherworldly evening with you and all the memorabilia you placed in my hands . Please help your girl out with locating the missing ornament treasures.
Ps. It’s kinda cool to not be worried about a naked tree. I legit know you will get them to me when you want me to do it. . I love,love, LOVE you to the moon and back. I’m so blessed to know YOU. 💜✝️💜
I thought I was just writing what was in front of me this morning. I didn’t know I was already writing the opening paragraph to what He would confirm tonight.
I didn’t know the Alpha & Omega reference I typed with a grin would become the very Scripture He opened to wrap my night. It hits extra hard because it’s Chapter 22 and nothing had been marked on the page.
Taking me to blank pages is always relevant . It’s like a spidey-sense in a spiritual way.
I didn’t know that my line about how He speaks to me would be followed up by a cascade of signs, memories, Scriptures, and blessings —each one placed like stones on a path that only He could have mapped.
I didn’t know that when I wrote about His healing, He was about to pull out my father’s compass, my father’s boots, my father’s letters, and restore places in me I didn’t even realize needed His touch today.
I didn’t know that the “territory” I wrote about this morning would be sealed tonight with a crest that literally says:
“IT WILL BE DONE.”
I didn’t know that the Alpha & Omega I referenced in humor would answer me in red letters.
I didn’t know — but He did.
Today I wrote Part One. Tonight He wrote Part Two. And tomorrow I will wake up held by a Guardian who does not slumber —-the verse behind the Star of David card.
I wonder what Joe Rogan would think of Jesus’ “SMUSH”. It feels a hole lot like a seatbelt. 💜✝️💜
Thank you, Jesus, for having my Daddy’s back in VietNam and everywhere else.
This morning started like so many others in this Jiu-Jitsu Wilderness season of mine—me stepping onto the scale. For many years, I enjoyed finding an accompanying Psalm to “weigh in” with whatever I may have flipped to in the Bible.
When I fell down the stairs in March 2022, I was 239 pounds. By October 2023, I was in the 180’s. Fresh eggs and “consider the source” led me to the 160 range.
When I got down to 150, I started reading the exact “Psalm of the Scale”. Letting the Psalms “weigh in” has taken an even deeper turn.
Oh, fair warning, today’s post will be a doozie.
This morning, I weighed in at 141.4.
I was tickled to check Facebook in the potty and see a sweet message from Elaine! In her honor, took a pic from my car this morning. She is 77 and widely known as “Jiu-Jitsu Grandma”. Beautiful soul.
Heck, I didn’t ever post the Jiu-Jitsu manicure and pedicure stories. Now my nails are just at the edge of my fingertips, the shortest they have been in decades! Seeing them in this photo just made me make a mental note. 💜
I digress. It is what I do, at least from time to time.
Most people would see a number at the scale of 141:4 and go elsewhere with it. This may very well be the best chance to explain to someone in the world how Jesus “speaks” to me. I firmly believe He speaks to his kids differently—-they are all unique relationships.
I can’t help that My Jesus led me to feel 13 again these past seven months. Seven complete months as of today. Oh, I see what He did there, too. #ISWYDT
I saw 14 / 14 / 14 / 14. Fourteen forward. Fourteen back. Blonde Polish Chick Brain or Jesus? I’m sticking with Jesus!
Just thinking of the three versions of Black Belt Wisdom makes my head spin. So sweet how Sandra wanted to buy my copy of it at the shop today! Seven weeks doubled” , forward and backward was the second version. This is why Version 2 had 49 quotes forward and 49 more backwards. Seven weeks each.
Bless all Veterans- especially Navy men in their 80’s 💜✝️💜
The Master Edit to offer PRECISELY 44 pieces of cardstock and 88 quotes to give Master Luiz and ONJJ confused me a pinch. Why not 40? These are questions I pray about and wrestle with Him over. I’m going to do what He says, regardless. I just seek to understand. The Boss said 44 and that’s what I gave.
What a perfect gem and different double blessing from Jesus! The number honors Mamaw Ruby’s 100th, my 44 years without her (May 8) our Oszczakiewicz Gracie and Rolls Gracie, as much as it honors ONJJ & Master Luiz!
Just like that, the childlike joy bubbled up and I felt the Holy Spirit nudging me, “Pay attention, sweet daughter of Yah. I’m speaking.”
And so I did what I always do.
I weighed with the Psalms. Literally.
I sent my husband the KJV “ dainties version” first. I know my Ginger Beard Man’s humor and knew he would dig the dainties. 🤣. I also know he needed to know I was focused on the verse prior- when sending the second version.
When waking and weighing, I never flip open my Bible for the verse. For whatever His reason, I am not to look at it or any notes He has had me write until AFTER I google the verse based on the scale.
I typed “Psalm 141:4” into Google to see what language heaven might choose to deliver through the internet today. It reminds me every day of typing in “ISA 63:7” and getting Psalm 63
And the first headline stopped me in my tracks:
God has kept Zahira Zachary singing this very track, “Stay”, over me for two plus weeks. I love, love, LOVE the grappling language. Mark has been leading our Prayer of Jabez since October! He just left me “my wilderness stone” on Saturday, before he got on the plane. Lots of repetition, so perhaps spiritual muscle instantly connected me to ZZ’s “Stay” and 1 Chronicles 4:10 in the same breath.
I accept it is a possible result of spiritual muscle. However, I think it’s far more about His leverage over my life. I take such tremendous joy in submitting to His Will and to Jesus, Himself. I personally do not believe it has anything to do with my strength or spiritual exercises. It’s all about Jesus.
I just really dig the way THE Alpha & Omega talks to The BPC-157 in Tennesseeand how He continues to heal me. 💜✝️💜
No commentary connects this to Psalm 141:4💜✝️💜
In the song, Zahira sounds angelic singing:
“I will stay tethered to You, You close the space between us.
I wish I could explain exactly how it feels. The Lord has been stitching a message through every crack of my days, in every little detail. Good heavens, I just talked to my husband for longer on the phone than I can recall.
We talked about Jesus- Starr -First-Kings-Jiu-Jitsu and a bunch of Dad/Joe, ice cream, passports and TT. That is shorthand for the Godversation which will now be remembered as “ Silhouette: God Sent Moses”. 💜✝️💜
I can’t recall our last phone Godversation that lasted more than ten minutes. We talk a lot in person, not on the phone. Even when he is traveling, we typically keep it short. Whatever His Purpose, I just know I am to write it down—-it matters for reasons I don’t fully understand.
I am to note that “Elizabeth Street” in Florida is connected all God did through My Assisi Elizabeth. My husband doesn’t even know yet . He sent me those pics after we got off the phone! #ISWYDT! God rest her soul and may her girl be thriving in Japan. Here is a “quote-link” to the day I learned my Assisi Angel earned her wings:
Praise God, obedience doesn’t require understanding. It just requires action. So, I am writing it all down in one blog, as directed.
Maybe, just maybe, I feel like a Gen X teenager because I talked to my boyfriend for 47 glorious minutes! The harsh truth is as much as I love my earthly husband, I will always love my heavenly husband more. But, I am giddy to have connected with my earthly love for such a long time.
Mark told me their cabin steward’s name is MOSES. He knew I would get a kick out of it, too. I said, “of course God would send you a Moses for your wilderness at sea!” We had good laughs on the call. Belly laughs!
I saw a full pattern this morning, or so I thought. We never see the full pattern; we are not the Master Designer. But, I saw far more of how the tapestry is stitched together. Then my husband was used to put another cherry on top of another Heavenly Sundae, with Moses . 💜✝️💜. #ISWYDT
Today— Monday, December 8, 2025, I weighed in at 141:4. It’s been tough to add a few pounds ; ideally building up muscle to 150 is the goal. I was nudged to search my ridiculously large photo library for photos of “scale”.
Divine Humor nearly made me piss in my britches! The last time I weighed 141:4, precisely, was the day we finished watching Episode 2358 of the Joe Rogan Experience. Three days later, I posted the link above which tells the Lamentations 3:58 story.
How perfect “Miss Ellie” came in today. 💜✝️💜
Here’s the thing—Psalm 141 isn’t just a prayer. It expresses the human tension of remaining tethered to the One who made me.
It’s the cry of someone who knows their heart is safest only when it’s bound to God. It is the joyous and the grieving tears which have formed two different streams of tears in my 57 years. It’s grief and gratitude intertwined like…grape vines. #ISWYDT2
“Set a guard over my mouth…Keep my heart from drifting…Don’t let me wander into wickedness…
Psalm 141 is the Prayer of Jabez in different clothing.
Not chapter and verse. Not theology. Not in “accepted commentaries”, yet absolutely the commentary Rabbi Jesus is whispering to my heart.
It’s the same Spirit in both. The posture, prayer and surrender are equally yoked between the two Scriptures.
It is a holy awareness that without His hand, we drift. Without His voice, we wander. Without His covering, the wilderness is too much.
It is no accident on Saturday—before any of this unfolded—my husband left town only after printing out the Prayer of Jabez onto green paper and cutting it the way he did.
A stone is always a marker in Scripture. A covenant—-a crossing place and physical reminder that God met you here. My husband “met me in the lab”—- that’s where he left me what the Spirit interpreted to me as a “wilderness stone”. Our marital covenant with each other and Him are all represented in that piece of paper. 💜✝️💜
It makes me smile because Mark probably thought he was just being thoughtful. But in the Spirit, he was participating in something far bigger—marking the very place where God was about to speak Psalm 141 over my 14:14:14:14 morning.
That’s the thing about walking with the Lord in these seasons. He hides messages in plain sight and leaves breadcrumbs in the wilderness.
He sings to me through worship leaders I’ve never met. He speaks through numbers I could never plan to see.
He threads Scripture through songs, stones, scales, and silence.
This has nothing to do with me and EVERYTHING to do with JESUS.
And all of it came down to one word today:
Tethered.
Stay tethered to Him in the wilderness…He will enlarge the path beneath your feet.
Stay tethered in obedience…He will bless you in ways that only make sense in hindsight.
Stay tethered in the stretching…He will double what needed doubling.
This morning wasn’t about weight. It wasn’t about numbers. It wasn’t even about Psalm 141 or Jabez.
It was about the Father closing the space between us, whispering through His Word, His People and His Creation…reaching His Right Hand down to guide my day.
And the wilderness—my Jiu-Jitsu Wilderness—-suddenly didn’t feel empty at all.
It felt holy.
Marked. #ISWYDT
Sung over.
Held.
TETHERED.
And, in true BPC style, I feel like the child playing tetherball Zim-Zam with my sisters at Mamaw and Papaws house. what a precious memory, knocking the heck out of my front tooth and everything!
Thank you, Jesus. What a glorious seven months you have given me. I could never thank you enough !!! How cool to realize I CAN say “never” and mean it—-Never ever could I thank you enough for ALL you have done fore me, mine and humanity.
Thank you for every opportunity you give me to try.
Today felt like three days wrapped into one—full, overflowing, and unmistakably blessed.
The morning began at Creekmont GBC, and the service stirred something deep in me. It opened my eyes to how often I might press spiritual conversations toward ears that aren’t ready. There was a sweetness in that conviction—more of an invitation than a correction.
I mean, it was a correction. I am guilty of being so animated in my faith, it has offended others in the past. I think this has something to do with my studying earlier. For now, this will “hold the thought” . Kinda funny the picture actually says “dictated blog”. Jesus just wants me to leave it here for tomorrow’s assignment. Probably because I will lose the paper🤣
Thank you, Jesus 💜✝️💜Nathan and Starr
Then came Jiu-Jitsu, and what a gift that was. I met Blue Belt Kayla, a cancer survivor with such a loving spirit. She reminds me of my Cass in spirit. That’s just pure awesomeness and warrior spirit. Kayla taught me more than head control and sweeps and chokes. There was something tender and wise in her presence. I’m grateful for what I learned from her.
My daughter knows I had an “existential moment” as I was leaving the gym. Normally, I would chit-chat and hang a while. Today, I had to leave at 2 for a conference call. I was so into the drilling, I never thought to say a word about my schedule. Instead, right as the lesson ended, I said to the whole group. • So sorry- I need to hop on a conference call to plan my FORTIETH HIGH SCHOOL REUNION”.
God bless ONJJ , Master Luiz and Professor Pedro 💜✝️💜
At first, it made me “space out” to realize it’s actually been 40 Years since I became an adult. As existential as it gets, really. A 20 year reunion has not happened for any of those ladies!!! Perspective matters. I thank God for my high school season, often. Praising as I type is like a dancing melody. 💜✝️💜 It was a special time to be a teenager in the 1980’s. Sometimes, it makes me downright giddy to consider the joy experienced in high school. I was so blessed and it’s an honor to be asked to serve in this way.
Jesus, quite literally, has my back. I am safe to space out from time to time. 🤣
So, rushed to my car, dialed the number and waited. Yulanda answered first— learned she lives in Murfreesboro! Brenda, Nesha and Cynthia all joined and we talked for 1.5 hours. We have a good plan. It felt really good to be connecting and speaking in agreement with other women. I’m looking forward to the work ahead. I always do! #YESSIR #ISWYDT
I can’t help but feel the irony—this golden-year milestone arriving in the very middle of my wilderness season. And yet, even here, blessings are everywhere.
Once the call ended, I opened a spreadsheet and began entering the names of all my classmates. As I went through, I found at least seven who have passed. I felt a nudge from the Lord to honor them somehow, so I saved their obituaries. I don’t know what that tribute will look like yet, but obedience is one step at a time.
My husband is away on a cruise with his dad, I spoke with him this morning, but that feels like three days ago in some ways. Whenever he’s gone, the Holy Spirit seems to come in even closer, as if filling the space. It is no accident that he left yesterday —- the “giving away day”.
Wowza. Wowza. Wowza.
Both original copies of “Black Belt Wisdom” were delivered yesterday. Less than 24 hours later, I am I am in a position to serve by doing a rather substantial project for my NEHS Community.
Something is being prepared. Godversations I haven’t even imagined yet are waiting. It’s an exciting little hum in the Spirit. I wonder who else feels Him this way. It’s making me bolder in several ways. 💜✝️💜
Speaking of…
I spoke to my Portland Star for nearly two hours. Only in this moment do I realize I failed to call Pam. When we chat tomorrow, it will be instantly forgiven. But, I need to proactively pick up the phone and talk to others, as well. I am being convicted as I type. Not even kidding.
Jesus, thanks for this spectacular 3-in-1 Day . Thank you for dying for me and humanity. Thank you for always having my back. I praise all your names and I am yours. Tonight , I beg of you, please help me prioritize people over tasks. If I am guilty of doing too much, convict me. This tension is because something must change. I submit to you. All my work is FOR YOU and to GLORIFY YOU.
Thank you, Jesus, for setting boundaries for me today. Thank you for emboldening me to stand on your Word in a new way, even if It hurt to hear that feedback. You’ve heard my countless praises for Nathan (9) and I beg YOUR WILL rules all the households involved.
Thank you for Lamentations 3:58 and its triple blessing.
I stand on Isaiah 22:22. Jiu-jitsu cuts on the feet must be from someone’s toenails. Thanks Thanks for the repetition and inside jokes from Divine Humor. You get me, you really get me. 🤣🤣🤣
Thank you for another day to love you to the best of my Blonde Polish Chick ability.
I’ve got everything I need. I’ve got you, Jesus. 💜💜
After being long winded on Facebook, I had no time to write the letter by hand for Master Luiz. In the land of me- The BPC- it equated to Divine Humor striking me again. Oh, how it goes with the best laid plans.
Today was “Give it Away” day. By that, I mean give the original working copies of Jiu-Jitsu Wilderness: Black Belt Wisdom to Professors Cliff and Pedro, for Master Luiz. These are the “stones” and echoes the Lord has used to train me in this new wilderness season. It simply had to be today, as Pedro is leaving later tonight or tomorrow.
I had three time sensitive tasks. Find a proper card worthy of Master Luiz, deliver the quote books and arrive at the shop in time for Mark to make his flight.
Lord, may he and his dad enjoy all your travel mercies and blessings. May their cruise be blessed.
That left me 17 minutes to clean up, get dressed and leave the house.
Being me, I decided to give a card from the heart. It’s only counts as sacrifice if it costs you something, right? Well, I have kept a beautiful hand-crafted “you are my sunshine” card for over 20 years. I love, love, LOVED the memories attached. It takes me back to what God did in MySpace for Make a Difference Day.
I wrote my full name and phone number on the back. That’s it. I didn’t even have time to jot down the Psalm 78 scripture I didn’t even take a photo of it. Kind of weird, but also perfect. Master Luiz is exactly 9 years and two days my senior.
May brevity bless us both.
Being the BPC I am, I also had to honor my Chrissie for making me the book I am holding in this photo. Sillies for her Sunbeam has been in my prayer closet for almost a year. Today, I will make Chrissie a special gift, as now I have acquired the proper tools.
Thank you, Jesus, for always, always, ALWAYS and in ALL WAYS having my back.
For posterity, here is the Facebook post. It screams to be included because the center image is cut off at the place it says “create your own “ and the bottom word is SUNSHINE. That’s Divine Editing as far as I am concerned. There was no BJJ quote book, so I literally created my own.
For clarity, the center post was 12 years ago. It was roughly six months after our “Oszczakiewicz Gracie” went to heaven. Our Gracie (24) died 31 years (plus one day) after Rolls Gracie, (31). Our Gracie passed in a tragic car accident and Rolls in a hang gliding accident. I have been imagining their Godversations and wondering what my own earthly father would agree, “the qualities and character existing inside truly make me my father’s daughter”. 💜✝️💜
Rolls became extra important to me once I learned he was Master Luiz favorite Professor/Coach The link above the one for my dad goes to Anabel Grace Lee’s obituary. It talks about her living life on a “higher plane” and I’m fairly certain some angels have been working overtime on behalf of Polish-Chinese-Americans everywhere. Our Gracie would have hang-glided with Rolls, no doubt.
Bottom line, this gift honors so much more than The Gracie Family, BJJ, Master Luiz and ONJJ. It honors my Oszczakiewicz and Mull roots, as well. Most importantly, it honors the One who sent me to ONJJ via Joe Rogan and Chadd Wright on Episode #2358.
Excuse me while I giggle about about “JRE #2358 popped the BPC’s BJJ cherry.” 🤣🤣🤣
Without further Adieu…
9 photos from this day over 16 years…Rather perfect is the center image. #ISWYDT
And, for the cherry on top, when Mark left the shop, I went to the lab. My sweet GBM left me the best encouragement, without knowing anything about what the Lord is showing me about my wilderness stones.
Yeppers, the Blonde Polish Chick has “stones” of the best variety. The stones Father God gave me are getting polished quite sweetly these days.
Before we leave for church- I must acknowledge something painful occurred last Sunday. I learned about the death of a precious friend. More later, but marking the time he reminded me why October 14 was so important.
Thank you, Jesus, for letting me breathe deeply today.
It’s after six and other than placing an order earlier, this is the first time I’ve touched the computer. Of course, I am running straight to My God Room to chat with you in writing. Still, I appreciate the way you navigated this day for me in photos and images.
Struggling with this letter and website hasn’t been a typical struggle. It feels like it’s meant to be this way for reasons I just don’t see yet. You showed me a bajillion words and feelings in some key photos. Perhaps the most loving way to explain “Why the BPC White Belt” is to pick 12 photos to represent the heart of what you are showing me. At present, there are more than twelve and I trust you will be the Grand Master of Editing, as well.
Thank you for keeping me so incredibly busy for YOU and for giving my writing a necessary rest. You know exactly how you wired me. You’ve had me creating, pondering, praying and simply loving everyone on my path. Today, you connected me to Brittany, mom of four, and let me meet her sweet kiddos, Sage and Ryman. Thank you for her sweetness, honesty and willingness to consider how Jiu-jitsu may be a great solution to benefit her. What a wonderful day it’s been at CV with our customers. Maurice’s smile and KO talking about his five years of BJJ before hip replacement last year. I praise you for all of it.
I believe you closed our Smyrna Community Vapor so I would find my jiu-jitsu community at One Nation Jiu-Jitsu. You know how grateful I am for everyone there. I am still closing my eyes from time to time to remember how radiant Mushaffa’s face was two weeks ago. Somewhere, I have written about it but I don’t think it ever got posted in here. In short, to be witness to the spark which was evident on Mushaffa’s beautiful face when a move clicked was encouraging to me. I know she has only been rolling about three weeks more than I have. In short, it was humbling and exciting in the same breath. It felt good to miss her last Sunday and yet pray she and her sweet family had a blessed trip to Costa Rica. I’m looking forward to seeing all the women at class tomorrow.
You’ve given me a full week without writing here for your good purposes. I may not know all of the details yet, but the one thing that is crystal clear is that there will be a very public letter to serve as the landing page of Jiu-Jitsu Wilderness. #ISWYDT.
You do like to teach me things based on things you’ve had me to write down. I just learned there are roughly 442 public posts in the entirety of My God Room, spanning nearly ten years. I’ve just had my eyeballs attacked by counting how many posts since May 8.
Holy Mother of Pearl and Praise you, Father God! You are the Master of the Universe and clearly the Master of My God Room.
Considering I haven’t posted anything in 8 days, this is still my 19th post in November. There were 48 in October. You CLEARLY had me busy. That is 67 in the past two months alone.
Add another 20-September, 13-August, 25-July, 29 in June and 5 in May. That is another 92.
Father God, thank you for cranking my spirit the way you did on May 8. It is proof to me that there are “good cranks”. 🤣🤣🤣 I won’t be using that language tomorrow at One Nation Jiu-Jitsu, as this is between us. Thank you teaching me to “drop the 2” and the pure gem you gave me in Lamentations 3:58. I love you.
Obedience isn’t always convenient , but it’s always necessary for me. Thank you, Jesus, for literally always having my back. You are my favorite seatbelt. I love you. 💜✝️💜
Today was such a beautiful Wednesday. I went to get my hair done and had the sweetest, most meaningful conversation with Becky—my dear friend, my hairdresser, and the pastor’s wife at our church. Every visit with her feels like a little ministry moment—two hearts sharing stories, laughter, and faith.
Today was in particularly different in that I shared my Messianic experience when I learned Becky’s sister and three of her daughters are Messianic.
I didn’t have enough time to warm up and roll at jiu-jitsu today, but I still went and observed. And honestly, it felt like a spiritual experience just to watch. I saw how intention was born on the mat—how every shift of weight, every exchange of energy carried its own story. When partners switched, the entire rhythm changed—body type, flow, and balance transforming the interaction completely.
The loving way they taught and corrected one another reminded me so much of how the Lord disciplines us—not in harshness, but in love. Gently guiding, refining, shaping us through each encounter until strength and grace meet as one.
Even without stepping on the mat, I left feeling deeply connected—part of something living and breathing, a quiet lesson unfolding before me. Sometimes the holiest thing we can do is simply observe, and let His Spirit show us what we might have missed in motion.
Thank you, Jesus! As I wore my ONJJ “Positive Energy Activates Constant Energy” purple Tshirt- I must smile and giggle a pinch as the Blonde Polish Chick I am. The tshirt spells PEACE upside down. I see what you did there. #ISWYDT. I love you.
Part One can be found by clicking this sentence. Three excellent questions posed at breakfast yesterday consumed me for more than seven plus hours! The first two questions are answered in the link.
Joyce’s third question was, “What is the significance of Shimei’s, 16 children, 16 sons and 6 daughters?”
The reference comes from 1 Chronicles 4:27 (in the genealogies of Simeon’s tribe):
“Shimei had sixteen sons and six daughters, but his brothers did not have many children; so their whole clan did not become as numerous as the people of Judah.
To be fair, my husband prays 1 Chron 4:10 every night over us in bed. I have special love and some knowledge of 1 Chronicles. The Prayer of Jabez is powerful and yet very simple. He was named Jabez, which means “pain or sorrow”, as his mother bore him in pain. (verse 9) Rather than living with a name which did not suit his spirit, he prayed for reversal, asking God to turn his pain into blessing.
I digress. It happens. This post is not about Jabez, but Shimei. I sense a connection in the genealogies about redemption.
Shimei (שִׁמְעִי Shim‘i, is from the root שמע – shama, meaning “to hear, to listen, to obey”) was a descendant of Simeon. Simeon’s name also comes from shama.
This family line is literally the “hearing” lineage.
This alone sets the tone. He is the one who listens, or “is heard by God.” Linguistically speaking, the number of his descendants — 16 sons and 6 daughters — is a picture of fruitfulness through hearing and obedience. There is an entire golden thread in the Bible of how listening and yielding through obedience brings the Master’s Multiplication into play.
Numerically speaking, there is another treasure trove because “16” is a double blessing. The Number Eight in Hebrew numerology represents new beginnings, resurrection, covenant renewal (like the 8th day circumcision, the 8 souls on Noah’s Ark). So to me, this is a double blessing which amplifies that theme. Shimei’s line reflects restoration through listening.
Rather poetic, as my sweet Joyce may be the best listener I know, aside from Jesus!
What about the six daughters? The Number 6 represents much if you consider Genesis 1:24-31. Created on the 6th day, 6 represents man in his earthly nature. Looking at Exodus 20:9-10 and the Sabbath, it seems six represents the cycle of human effort and stewardship. There are also six directions to form the cube of creation ; north, south, east, west, up and down.
Spiritually speaking, the 16 sons represent a double blessing of new beginnings of those who hear God and the 6 daughters may represent the completion of that obedience expressed through compassionate nurturing.
Maybe the six daughters represent the human side of fruitfulness — compassion, nurturing, community, and earthly connection.
Either way, placed together, 16 + 6 = 22, and that’s not random. I don’t write that as if fact for all, but it is absolute fact for me. Nothing God does is random. If is precision. Our Master of the Universe is the epitome of precision.
There are precisely 22 letters in the Hebrew aleph-bet, the very building blocks of creation and communication.
If Shimei means to hear, then having 22 children total literally symbolizes “The fullness of God’s language heard and expressed in human life.”
It’s like saying: through listening (shama), the full alphabet of divine expression was birthed.
The text also notes that Shimei’s brothers didn’t multiply; not all who hear will bear fruit.
True hearing brings multiplication in both spirit and legacy. It’s reminiscent of Jesus’ parable: “The one who hears the word and understands it bears fruit — some thirty, sixty, a hundredfold.”
Shimei’s fruit is 22 children and it’s wonderful to imagine how full his branch is connected to the vine. What precious fruit!
Today was only my second class at One Nation Jiu-Jitsu. There is much to unpack.
BJJ Technique Focus: Shrimping (Hip Escape)
The shrimp, or hip escape, is one of the first movements every Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu student learns. From your back, you press one foot into the mat, lift your hips, and slide them sideways while curling onto one shoulder.
The goal is to create space between you and the pressure holding you down. It looks small—but it’s the move that keeps you from being crushed.
I just learned that shrimping is an escape method and scooting can be offensive or defensive option.
Shrimping teaches that survival doesn’t come from strength. It comes from angle, timing, and breath. You don’t fight pressure head-on; you shift, realign, and make room to breathe. It’s the language of escape written into the mat.
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📖 Scripture
“You brought me out into a spacious place; You rescued me because You delighted in me.” — Psalm 18 : 19
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💭 Reflection
When I shrimp, I feel it in my ribs first—breath meets resistance. Every inch of space feels earned. And that’s what the Spirit does inside us: He gives us room where the world tries to press us flat.
Sometimes God doesn’t lift the weight immediately. He teaches us to move under pressure without losing peace, to shift our hips instead of panic, to create a little grace-space before the breakthrough.
The shrimp reminds me that freedom isn’t always dramatic; it’s often quiet, rhythmic, and deliberate. Each small escape becomes worship in motion—breathing, turning, trusting.
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🕊️ Coach Jesus Says
“When life pins you down, don’t freeze. Breathe. Turn toward Me. I’ll show you where the space is. It’s not running away—it’s moving wisely.”
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✨ Golden Nugget
“He sets my feet in a spacious place.” — Psalm 31 : 8 “Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.” — 2 Corinthians 3 : 17
Shrimping is the gospel in motion— God teaching us how to make space for grace when the weight of the world presses in.
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