Father God teaches me lessons from such a different perspective than anything readily found on the internet. For example, the way He delivered the power of Lamentations 3:58, merely 7-8 hours ago was executed with precision.

He woke me with a distinct need to know the episode number of the Joe Rogan Experience show with Chadd Wright. What He did with one verse is precious to me.

Praise God, it was easy to share the heart of that revelation with my husband over coffee. I also shared the heart of “Jesus, Jiu-jitsu & Joe Rogan” with him. Obedience is no joke!

As I was getting ready to leave the house, I had a powerful nudge to focus on the difference between excitement and anxiety in accordance with His Word.

That said, it is not unusual to be nudged about dreams. In fact, it’s quite the norm. Well, I had some weird dreams last night about various large groups in my lifetime, including vivid MySpace memories.

Something about MySpace inherently brings up both anxiety and excitement. I love, love, LOVE people. It legit used to break my heart how much people exhaust me. Now, I know He designed me this way to bring it all to Him. Perhaps anxiety, like fear, is a liar.

A dirty, filthy liar is he…the demon of anxiety .

For the sake of posterity, I snagged a screenshot of Jonah’s article. Just reading it brings the anxiety to surface long enough to rebuke it. 🤣. I also sent my daughter a text about how one of her bands. “All Time Low”,shared MySpace with her mom. As I told my kids, they can laugh all they want, but MySpace was the closest thing we have ever had to “good social media”.

In retrospect, it makes perfect sense the stories I shared as “Burst My Bubble” were not as popular as Tila’s photo blogs! She was quite literally the most popular person on MySpace. As “Gigi”, I wrote about real life, real relationships and my very real faith as “Burst My Bubble”. I openly shared my perspective and engaged in all kinds of discourse.

Praise God, it did Make a Difference. This was in a December 2006 USA Weekend. In June 2007, our “We are ONE” MySpace project was awarded one of the 10k checks at Dodger Stadium. #ISWYDT

While there is much anxiety to recall from the MySpace era, it’s also exciting to remember how God was moving in my life at that time. I wrestled with faith in a different way back then. There is always more to learn about Our Sovereign God and wrestling teaches me the most.

Wrestling! Make a Difference! #ISWYDT!

Despite the copious demands on our time, I have 31 “jiu-jitsu mat” quotes tied to scripture as of this morning. They are the heart of what I will now nickname the “5J’s”.

Thank you, Jesus, for a “good digression”.

Granted, writing in My God Room is a completely different type of wrestling. YESSIR! I don’t write for an earthly audience; I write out of my love for Him. It’s part of my relationship with Jesus to keep a diary of all my “cool experiences ” with Him.

How could this lesson or the 5J’s be anything other than “good excitement “?

Well, something in part of the dream caused me to imagine the worst case scenario. Rather confusing, as I can’t recall feeling a “negative” in any dream of the past three years.

The gist of the negative was it raised essentially stupid questions. What if this Blonde Polish Chick’s gift to a perceived brother lands like a pie in my own face? What if a certain Torah teacher blasted out My God Room with her brand of vitriol? And so on.

A dirty little liar, indeed, anxiety.

As soon as the first negative impression came to heart from the dream, I had Phil 4:6 replacing it. It does not matter if billions of people judged me. I am only pressed and pruned by The One. I trust Him explicitly. If the Good Lord plans to let me be embarrassed, it’s for His Good Purpose.

Suddenly, I am remembering cartwheels in Blue Ridge, our store, the nail salon, the ball park and more. The first one was elevated at Stacy’s home. There is a joke in there which will not translate to any other reader. God Knows, He didn’t have me cartwheeling to hurt me. He used them to put smiles on others faces.

Sometimes I get so full of energy it almost feels anxious, not only to me, but to others. I feel excitement and others perceive anxiety. Granted, it’s not the heavy, fearful kind — more like a child who can’t wait to open a gift. I understand it can annoy some folks, either way.

I write out a ton of my gratitude here because it would overwhelm most who know me. I come to My God Room to leave it all with my Father. I am super blessed he always leaves me better than He found me.

In closing, I will share the definitions I prayed over before pouring out my hyper-excited spirit today.

In Hebrew, the word for anxiety is דָּאָג (da’ag) — to be heavy, uneasy, weighed down.

The Greek word is μεριμνάω (merimnaō) — to be divided in the mind, pulled apart by thoughts.

Both paint the same picture in my mind of broken trust. I lean more into how David, Paul and Silas sang and praised instead of being anxious. When I am singing praises, there is no room for anxiety. Thank you, Jesus, for getting us to Mamertine Prison two years ago.

What a difference two definitions can make to being clarity!

The word closest to excitement is קָוָה (qavah). (often transliterated kavah), which literally means to bind together by twisting, to wait with expectation, or to look eagerly.

I will be deep diving that one in the near future. Soon. 😇

In the 5J Collection, , there are Coach’s Notes listed as “JOY-JITSU”. While it describes my feelings exactly, I did not come up with that on my own. Every time I typed Jiu- it auto corrected to JOY. Upon reflection, it’s an accurate way to share my perspective as the BPC 🤣

If I were to put a coaches note on today…it may say something like :

“ Energy is just fuel — it can burn you out or light you up. Keep praying to stay lit and very salty “. 💜✝️💜

Thank you, Father God, for every little thing, seen or, sent by you. Thank you for all this energy clearly being used to know YOU better. That’s the entire purpose. I love you. Your will,not mine, be done. In Jesus mighty name. Amen.