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Franticness

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Frantic could be my middle name at times. Because of the trauma of my earlier years of life, I allow these feelings to take over from time to time.  My understanding of PTSD is an inside-out situation. From inside me to the outside world, my actions and emotions express who I am.  I do have anxiety medications if required, but I like to self-soothe, which helps me to realize I can’t do it all.

Recently, I decided to be a creator and marketer and use all of the online platforms available. Yes, Christmas can make me very frantic.  And that was the trigger this time, the upcoming season. And even though I remind myself of what I have to manage daily, health-wise, I still remember that women are supposed to be superwomen! Even at 63. Trying to write marketing content, make the videos, and place them in strategic positions online is utterly nuts.  Yep, meet me, the new Mrs. Squirrel.

Comparatively, the online platforms are like surfing the Banzi pipeline in Hawaii for the first time, ever surfing. You can hop from Whatsnot, to TikTok, to Facebook, to Instagram, to your webpage, Etsy, WordPress, and Youtube. The big all-swallowing wave is bound to hit sooner rather than later. For me, thank God, it was sooner! I have overcome the franticness and moved to a more straightforward approach. Giving me time each day to work on my novel, Austin.

So if you read my past post about my merch going on here, please ignore it. I am very much human.

Some ways I self-soothe are listening to music, reading my Bible, and doing stretching exercises. I love this bible verse,  “Peace I leave with you; my Peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”  Love Jesus. I added the love Jesus part because I do feel like it is a love note from my Savior!

If you are struggling with franticness or the stress of the season, take a break from your own mind.  Put some music on and breathe deeply. Tell yourself that you are God’s child and loved far more than this world can show you.  Imagine Him wrapping you in His arms, holding you, and gently rocking back and forth.  Because you are His child, you are worthy!

God Bless You!

When the Battle Knocks You Down—Create Anyway

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People often call me a static writer—and it’s true. I don’t just write to fill the airwaves. I write when I have something to say. Because these days, you have to be careful with what you allow into the atmosphere. The enemy loves to clutter the air with noise—confusion, frustration, competition, and strife. Why open the door for him?

Lately, my own battle has been with my health. My diseases have done their best to keep me down and out, but I am a child of God, and He is still writing my story. I’ve started treatment with doctors at Duke University, and I’m feeling hopeful. I even love the area—it may end up being my retirement home! God has a way of guiding us where we need to be, even when we don’t understand the journey. I’ve learned to loosen my grip a little and let Him steer the wheel… though my “control” side still wants to argue sometimes.

But here’s the thing—I refuse to stop creating. Even when my body slows down, my spirit doesn’t. While I’ve been resting and recovering, I designed a few new pieces for my Etsy shop—T-shirts, hats, and hoodies that declare faith and joy boldly!

When I wore one of my new “YAY GOD” shirts to Wednesday night Bible study, sweet Mary, one of our older members, came right up to me and read it out loud with a big smile:
“YAY GOD!”

She got it immediately. It’s not just a shirt—it’s a declaration of praise. A reminder that God is still good, no matter what battles we face.

I also created another shirt that speaks to something close to my heart—aging gracefully. With wrinkles forming and society shouting about fillers, tucks, and lasers, it’s easy to feel like we’re falling behind. But I see it differently now. Every line is proof of a life lived, of laughter shared, of faith tested and strengthened. And maybe, just maybe, the enemy uses vanity to distract us from seeing the beauty God already placed in us.

Both shirts—and more—are up on my Etsy shop now. Each design is created during quiet moments with God, inspired by faith, joy, and real life.

If you’d like to wear your faith proudly or gift a reminder of God’s goodness to someone you love, visit my shop and check them out. Because every “YAY GOD” moment deserves to be shared.

👉 [Shop Faith-Inspired Designs on Etsy] (originallyameliastore.com)

A Prayer for Healing — when the body grows weary

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Today has been one of those heavy, aching days. Arthritis sits like a weight in my neck, shoulders, and spine — every movement feels slow and costly. My body is tired in a way that goes deeper than sleep. I want healing. I need God’s touch.

Psalm 103:3 — Who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases.

Isaiah 53:5 — But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by his wounds we are healed.

These verses rise up in my heart like a promise I must cling to. Jesus bore a pain I cannot imagine, and He did it for my sake — to forgive, to restore, to make whole. My own pain feels small beside His sacrifice, and yet it is real to me. It pains me to remember the cost of my salvation: the cruelty He endured so I might be healed. I am unworthy of that grace, and that truth makes me fall deeper into gratitude and into prayer.

Heavenly Father, forgive me — for the sins I know and the ones I do not. I lay this tired, aching body before You and ask for Your healing hand. You forgive all our sins and heal all our diseases; I claim that promise now. Touch my neck, my shoulders, my spine. Breathe strength into my bones. Restore movement where there is stiffness and bring peace where there is weariness.

Lord Jesus, by Your wounds I am healed. Help my faith to rest not in the absence of pain but in the presence of Your power. Teach me to praise You in the valley, to trust You in weakness, and to receive Your comfort when I am most fragile.

Amen.

If you’re reading this and your body is weary too, join me now — take a breath, speak these words, and believe that the God who healed then still heals today.

God Bless You!

FRIDAY 13 TO PRESENT…UGH!

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I thought Friday the 13th on WhatNot would soar because it was my dad’s birthday. Every Friday, the 13th, is my dad’s birthday because that was the day he was born, and he and I would have so much fun with the teasing back and forth. What you imagine happening in your mind and reality can be different scenarios. It was for me.
The show was a revolving door of visitors. There were no sales, interactions, or anything else. I ended the show and sulked my way downstairs to bed. Tomorrow will be better because I am going to estate sales and finding some sale-worthy treasures with my peanut budget. I love the scavenging. There will be excitement and boosted endorphins on the way.
When Sunday rolls around, I am hoarse and not feeling well. By nightfall, it was an ambulance ride to the hospital. You never know when the disease is going to kick into overdrive and send you over the cliff. To enhance the trauma of the night, the hospital visit, the doctor, and one nurse were horrific. They did more harm, and I felt like I was in some crazy Alfred Hitchcock movie. I will write about this next week because we will file a complaint.
Next week, I see several of my own doctors, and they start getting me back on track, except the darn laryngitis wants to linger. Now it is Fourth of July week, and I want to do a reset with my Whatnot shop. I will see if I can actually do it. When you have a disease that can be all-consuming, you learn to go with it, fight like hell along the way, and praise God for the successful moments.
I pray your week is full of successful moments, family time, and the love of Jesus Christ.

God Bless You!

Praise God, We Made Three Sales on Whatnot

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We did it! Last night’s show resulted in three sales — and our Vaseline glass finds are going to new homes where they’ll be truly treasured. As we went through box after box of our collection, we knew it was time to make a decision: if we’re not going to hang it up, display it, or use it ourselves, it’s time to let someone else enjoy it. Our treasures deserve a chance to bring happiness to someone new.

We learned a lot last night, too. A kind community member shared some helpful suggestions about what sells well — heavy items can be a challenge to ship — and we’re taking that to heart. This weekend, we’ll be adding some of our finds to Etsy, TikTok, and eBay. We appreciate all the support and guidance.

Looking ahead, we’re excited for Christmas in July! But tonight, we’re having a PJ night with snacks, drinks, and a game — a chance to connect, have fun, and appreciate each moment. It’s a special Friday the 13th, which happens to be my dad’s birthday. He’s gone now, but I still celebrate him by calling or thinking of him each time Friday the 13th rolls around. It’s a tradition that brings a smile, even through the tears.

Tonight’s sale will feature vintage and new clothes, shoes, and accessories. Even if we sell nothing, last night filled me with hope. I’m looking forward to whatever this new chapter brings.

I do want to say a prayer of praise.

Dear God, Thank you for our success last night, for I know Your hand was on us. I have cried out to you lately about our tough financial situation because I could not see the end of the tunnel. I believe you brought us there last night. Thank you, gracious Father! Forgive me when I doubted and let the dark clouds fill my mind. I lost my focus on You! In Jesus’ Holy Name, Amen!

God Bless You!

New Orleans Tragedy

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Hello Fellow Travelers,

This morning, my heart was heavy as I lifted up a prayer for New Orleans, for the victims, their families, and everyone touched by the devastating terrorist attack. It’s hard to fathom the pain and loss they are enduring and will continue to face in the days ahead. In moments like these, we must come together as one nation, offering a collective embrace of love and support. Writing letters to the city, to let them know they are not alone, is a small but meaningful way to stand with them. I plan to send one to the mayor’s office—will you join me?

Today, my sadness is mingled with righteous anger. The kind of ideology that justifies violence against those who believe differently is not faith; it’s a betrayal of humanity. It is a manifesto of destruction that has no place in a world striving for peace. Our freedoms in the United States are precious, and we will not let fear or hatred strip them away. The voice of the American people has spoken loudly and clearly, and we stand united in our resolve to protect what we hold dear. God has shaken us awake over these past years, reminding us of His presence and His call to stand firm under His guidance.

Some may ask, “Where was God in New Orleans?” I believe He was there, grieving with those who grieve and standing against the evil that arose. This tragedy is a stark reminder of the battles we face, both seen and unseen. As we move forward, we must align our hearts, our families, and our communities with God’s will. Only through this realignment can we hope for lasting peace and restoration. God has given us a chance to rebuild—not just policies or systems but our very souls. Let us rise to this challenge with faith, love, and unwavering determination.

Here is my blessing for New Orleans, with a little help from the Apostle Paul.

May God Bless You and Keep You.

May His Face shine upon you.

May God position His angel armies around New Orleans, blocking all flaming arrows from evil.

May God wrap His loving and healing arms around the victim’s families, friends, and anyone who has been traumatized. And anyone who can use a Holy hug from Jesus.

May God give New Orleans its bright lights, glitter, and music back so that it can share its own hope with the world.

And may God bless all who read this blessing.

In Jesus Name, Amen!

God Bless You! Joni

James 4

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Hello, Fellow Travelers,

What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. (James 4:14)

The world feels like it’s unraveling, doesn’t it? Who has the duct tape and time to fix it? Duct tape can patch up almost anything—or so we say. Imagine if we duct-taped world leaders together, locked them in a room, and returned a week later. Would they finally learn to work together? Perhaps. But this cycle of power and conquest has been with us since Adam and Eve. Power feeds power, and power breeds greed.

Greed seems more rampant than ever. Just look around this holiday season. The Grinch is a fitting mascot, isn’t he? “Gotta have it all, right, Grinchie?” And it’s not just the holidays. Open any social media app, and you’re bombarded with ads and influencers competing for your attention and your wallet. Greed isn’t just a problem; it’s a pandemic.

But it’s not just greed. Our children are lost. We’ve allowed confusion and chaos to infiltrate their lives. We’ve blurred their sense of identity and drowned out their ability to think critically or make responsible decisions. Instead of guiding them, we shove screens in their faces and yell, “Dance, kid, dance!” We’ve turned our children into commodities for likes, views, and virtual applause. This is not okay—not with God, not with anyone. And yet, we’ve prioritized the “good life,” the glamorous life, over what truly matters.

Stepping off my soapbox for a moment…

This weekend, I heard a pastor speak on James 4, and his words struck me like a lightning bolt. It felt as if James himself was standing before us, calling out, “Listen up, you heathen generations!” The message was clear: time is short. We must get right with God. I want to be in His Kingdom with my family and friends. Have you thought about what that means for your loved ones? So many professing Christians think they can coast by, having said “the prayer” and leaving the rest until the last minute. That’s a dangerous lie. The world’s deception can lead us straight to hell.

I know—I was on that path myself. God had to knock me upside the head to wake me up.

James 4 offers a sobering reality check:

What causes fights and quarrels among you? Don’t they come from your desires that battle within you? You desire but do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. You do not have because you do not ask God. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.

James doesn’t pull any punches. He calls us out for our selfishness, our pride, and our friendship with the world. Friendship with the world, he says, is enmity against God. That’s a hard truth, but one we need to hear. God’s grace is abundant, but it requires humility. “God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble.” (James 4:6)

The call is clear: submit to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee. Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you. Humble yourselves before the Lord, and He will lift you up. These are not just words; they are a lifeline.

James also warns against arrogance and complacency:

Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

At 62, the fleeting nature of life feels more real than ever. We are here for a moment, a breath, a mist. What will we do with the time we have left? Will we chase the world’s empty promises, or will we humble ourselves and seek God’s Kingdom?

The choice is ours, but the time is short. Let’s not waste it.

God Bless You! Joni and Merry Christmas

Trump, Harris, or Jesus Christ?

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Hello, Fellow Travelers!

Today marks a pivotal moment in American history—a true test of values, where good and evil, right and wrong stand in contrast, with no Sword of Solomon in sight to make the division clear. As we weigh our choices between candidates and their myriad issues, the real victor should be the one who embodies truth, integrity, and the love of Jesus in their heart. This leader must prioritize America and its people, upholding freedom and democracy rather than veering toward ideals that threaten these foundations.

I feel a calm reassurance, knowing God holds me and that His will prevails in every decision. I have prayed and cast my vote. Yet, I recognize that silence can be a missed opportunity. From today on, I intend to boldly proclaim the message of Jesus Christ, standing against what is wrong and inviting others to join the Kingdom of God. My faith will be evident—not just in words but in actions. Let this day resonate as a defining moment for all Americans. Let us vote, pray, and open our hearts to the path Jesus has set for each of us.

Acts 4:31

 After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly.

Let’s do it and shake it up today!

God Bless You!

Rebuilding Our Foundation: How We Can Help America Heal

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Welcome, Fellow Travelers,

Have you noticed how deeply we Americans rely on our infrastructure? From the winding back roads to the highways and bridges, we depend on these structures to keep our country connected. However, as recent hurricanes have shown us here in Western North Carolina, a single storm can wash them away instantly, leaving devastation in its wake. It’s a sobering reminder of how fragile these man-made systems truly are.

Yet, while reflecting on this, I am deeply grateful that nothing—no storm or sin—can destroy our unshakable foundation in Jesus Christ. There were times in my past when I tried to tear down my relationship with Him, believing I was too far gone to deserve even a mustard seed of forgiveness, mercy, or grace. But in His boundless love, He reached down, pulled me from the muck and mire I had gotten myself into, and embraced my messy, broken self—inside and out.

When I look at the state of our country today, I sometimes wonder why God would want to do the same for us. Why would He want to pull us out of the murky, broken state we find ourselves in? It’s hard to imagine, especially when many Christians have gone silent or turned away from Him. And while there are many reasons for our spiritual disconnect, the most heartbreaking is the tragic loss of innocent lives through abortion. In 2023 alone, over a million children were lost, and who knows how many since 1973.

Jesus’ words in Matthew 18:6 resonate so powerfully here: “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.” Can you imagine the weight of the consequences that our nation carries for allowing such loss?

So what can we, as individuals, do to reverse the course of this devastation and seek healing for our nation? There are tangible steps we can take to make a difference:

  1. Pray – Ask God for guidance on how you can be part of the solution. Whether it’s through personal action, supporting others, or simply standing firm in your faith, prayer is where transformation begins.
  2. Support organizations that help pregnant mothers—Many nonprofits and ministries are dedicated to providing resources and support for expectant mothers, helping them choose life for their babies. Volunteering or donating even small items like a baby blanket or clothes can significantly impact.
  3. Give what you can – Whether it’s your time, talents, or financial resources, giving, even in small ways, can make a difference for someone in need.
  4. Join a community of believers – When we come together as a faith community, we tap into an abundance of ideas, resources, and strength. God has equipped us with unique gifts, and by joining forces, we can achieve more than we ever could.

In times of crisis, whether from natural disasters or spiritual battles, we are reminded of how fleeting the things of this world can be. But our hope in Christ is eternal; through Him, we can rebuild what has been lost and restore what has been broken.

Let’s commit to being part of that rebuilding process—not just for our country, but for each individual life we encounter. With compassion, prayer, and action, we can be healing instruments in a world that so desperately needs it.

God Bless You!

God’s Hand

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Hello, Fellow Travelers!

How’s everyone doing today? I know the East Coast, especially Florida, has been going through some rough times lately. Nature seems to have its own way of resetting things. My dad used to say, “Nature always does its own house cleaning.” I’ve heard people call it global warming, while others see it as the hand of God. Since God is all-knowing—He sees the past, present, and future—I believe He understands everything happening now. But here’s the thing: He gave us free will, and with that comes the responsibility of how we treat this beautiful world He gifted us. So maybe it’s not just one thing. Perhaps it’s a mix of human choices, environmental shifts, and divine design. It’s hard not to worry about the destruction already taking place and how it might impact our economy, especially here in the South.

Whew! That’s a bit heavy, huh? But fear not! Let me shift gears and share a story of hope—a reminder that God’s hand is always guiding, even when we can’t see it immediately.

When the pandemic started, my family and I had just returned from Texas and moved into our camper for what turned into a few years of makeshift living. It was an adjustment, but we had bigger dreams on the horizon. I’d always felt drawn to the Western mountains of North Carolina—the fresh mountain air made me feel like I could finally breathe again, and the community there was so warm and welcoming. So, we made the decision to plant roots there and began hunting for our new home.

Let me tell you, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. It was almost like we had stepped into a storm that wouldn’t let up. First, we found a house we loved, but the deal fell through. The realtor—who also owned the house—got greedy and tried to pit us against another buyer. I remember looking at my husband and saying, “Enough. We don’t play those games.” So, we withdrew our offer.

Then, while house-hunting, we almost went over the edge of a mountain. I stood at the corner of that house, my heart pounding, and prayed, “God, please, we need Your help.” Moments later, as if out of nowhere, an old truck appeared, chains in hand. It was a neighbor from down the hill, a Christian man who just happened to be driving by when we needed help. It was nothing short of divine intervention. I know God sent him to us.

But the hits kept coming. Our car began having random issues, refusing to start without any clear explanation. After countless trips to the mechanic, they couldn’t figure out the cause. And then, the final straw—I had a heart attack. That’s when we knew it was time to head home. Looking back now, I genuinely believe I wouldn’t be here today if we hadn’t returned when we did. The blockage in my heart was 80% in the widowmaker artery. I needed immediate, specialized care, and being back home gave me access to that.

We had faced many challenges in the mountains, but in hindsight, I don’t think we would have survived the brutal storm, Hurricane Helene, if we had stayed. It wasn’t where we were meant to be, not then.

I’ve always believed that God has a purpose for each of us, and when the time is right, He will show us the path. Maybe now, after everything we’ve been through, it’s our time. Perhaps this is what He has been preparing us for all along.