My journey of Faith with Essential Oils… from a Perfect Provider.

Thank you for taking the time to read this post. I say that from the get-go, because this is a really important post for me. Essential Oils have impacted my life in a VERY deep way (not only our health), but I haven’t felt led to share about them too much on my blog thus far. But I feel like the time is now and I will be sharing about them more.

I bought my first kit of Young Living Essential Oils in May 2013 and I want to tell you what led me to make this crazy life changing decision….

From a very early age, 6 months to be exact, Lucas began a scary journey which would eventually have a name… Chronic Croup. Any cold, flu, germ he caught went straight to inflammation in his larynx and it would quickly become much more than a cold. He struggled with Croup approximately every 6 weeks for years. It was awful. Once we moved to Texas, at one point Lucas was very medicated… Singulair, Zyrtec, Nasonex, and nebulizer 2-3 times a day. Eventually all of that stopped working for him and we wmoved to different medicines: (Flonase & Flovent) which cut the frequency of croup down quite a bit. But his 2 ER visits with steroid shots and serious breathing treatments were so so so scary. There’s nothing quite like watching your child struggle just to breath. We eventually had emergency steroids here in the house just in case it got bad enough… in 4 years of life, Lucas had a lot of steroids.

So, 2 years ago, Lucas began to cough the stereotypical “seal” croup cough. I couldn’t imagine giving him MORE steroids… he had had WAY too many in his 5 years of life.  I began to do research for natural solutions. I found a lot of information regarding essential oils and I researched… and researched some more and then researched some more. I knew my very trusted friend Sonja used them, so I asked her about them. She was confident I could find relief for Lucas.

I went to her house and bought a Premium Starter kit of oils which included 10 oils at the time and she gave me a sample of a blend called RC and told me what to try with him.  I can still remember thinking… “I’m nuts and I can’t even imagine what Jorge will think when I bring home $100 worth of essential oils.” But I did… I am so grateful I did.  I began to use them primarily on Lucas’s feet, but also diluted on his chest, neck, and back. To my astonishment… they were doing something. And to my sheer amazement I didn’t have to pull out the steroids, use any medicine, or even take him to the doctor. I was floored.

I was still very unsure of the oils. I began to pray about them and wanted to hear from the Lord if I should continue to use them or not. What he told me what the following… “You (you all) have forgotten about my perfect provision.”  That’s all I heard and I had to seriously chew on what that meant for weeks. I still think about it quite often. And He began to open my eyes to the tangibleness of the Bible. In Philippians 4:19 it says:

philippians_4_19I have always thought of that verse in a very “spiritual” way… but wait… He did create everything on the earth in order to meet our needs. He created the perfect food for us to eat and created the trees and everything we needed in order to have shelter. He DID create physical tangible things for YOU and ME. And what I find amazing, is that the same breath, the same voice that created You and Me… created all living things. We believe humans are miracles of creation… but even the grass outside is living and contains the breath of God.

Over the course of the next 6 months we saw the oils help out our family in so many ways… wart, cramps, pollen allergies, severe respirator infections cuts, bruises, headaches, stomach issues,  and more. I was (and still am) super incredibly grateful. Because we saw the oils work for so many ailments,  2 things happened… my faith in His provision being sufficient for me began to grow, I really believe in the power of what He has created for us. And that He knew perfectly well what we as humans NEEDED to survive, so He created it.

I also began to have the thought that the essential oils were all we needed in our home and that we were going to be able to use them to cure everything. We didn’t need anything else. I can’t tell you for sure how many times that thought went through my head… but probably a dozen. The very last time I had the thought… out of no-where I felt extremely convicted and as though time stopped for a split second. He, the creator, reminded me VERY clearly… “NO NO NO… I am the healer. These oils are a TOOL I have given you for healing, but I can heal you with the whisper of my voice, the laying of hands, through prayer, or however I wish”. WOW. I had began focusing on creation and NOT on the CREATOR. This began even another journey of truly trusting Him as the Healer and who I need to go to as the great Physician. He will guide me… to oils, to others, to the doctor, to medicine, or just to Him.

This journey of oils is about Him. What He has done for us and continues to do. It’s about remembering and BELIEVING Him for who he says He is. He says He is the healer, our provider, our everything… but yet, so often we look elsewhere instead of to Him.

Story to be continued…

I have a lot on my heart to share about health in the future, but I truly believe that the Lord is taking us back to the basics. He wants us to remember what He has created for us. His provision is perfect, yet man is trying to improve upon it? How does that work? I believe He has equipped us to be creative, but not to replace what He has already given us.

What would it look like if we truly believed in Him as our Healer?  If we were to listen to Him for guidance on what to eat, what to use as medicine (as they did for thousands of years), or how to live our daily lives.  If we got out and enjoyed nature… but sadly, we often eat our own food creations void of nutrition and full of chemicals. We stare at our phones (guilty as charged) or our tv’s instead of truly enjoying life and His creation outside.

Do you have an experience with Lord as your provider? Healer? Have essential oils impacted your life?

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God IS supernatural. Our family will never be the same. My story Part 4

Our UNFORGETTABLE Supernatural Experience #3:

In my last blog I mentioned how Jorge and I began our “Supernatural” journey by attending the Convergence School of Supernatural Ministry. It’s a “sister-school” to Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry, so if you’ve ever heard the christian band Bethel or Jesus Culture – most of them came out of BSSM, where the supernatural is part of a normal Christian walk and which is why I believe their songs are so stinking Holy Spirit anointed. 🙂

During CSSM, Jorge and I had heard this song in Spanish by Elias Arguello of DimensionCielo. He and his wife dedicated themselves 1000% to worship day in and day out and began to hear angels sing along with them. Jorge and I believed it to be true and prayed and prayed and PRAYED some more that we would be able to hear them too. Listen for yourself:

A few months after beginning ministry school (CSSM), we had an unforgettable moment with our son Gabriel who would have been 5 at the time. One night he went to bed with a low-grade fever. Around 1:30 in the morning Gabriel woke up, so I went into his room with him. I started to pray for him but I had a really strong sense that I needed to get Jorge. I went and got Jorge and we prayed over Gabriel for almost an entire hour. (An hour? That’s a miracle in of itself at 2am). We felt as though Gabriel’s fever was better so we went back to bed….

Only I couldn’t sleep… Gabriel had gone back to bed, as well as Jorge. Jorge fell asleep immediately. As I was laying there I started to hear musical bell sounds. I looked at my phone… nothing. I looked over at Jorge thinking maybe he had music on his phone… nothing. That’s when my eyes open up wide and I took in a really deep breath…  I KNEW that I was hearing the angelic sounds we had been longing to hear. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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The next morning I awoke and stared at Jorge waiting for him to get up. He finally did and I blurted out “You’ll never guess what I heard last night?!?!” Immediately he responded “You heard them too?!?!”. He had been woken up at 3:30 am hearing the same angelic bells, only Jorge jumped up and ran around the house in hopes of seeing angels. He says he would have jumped through a hole in the wall if he would have been able to follow the sound. 🙂

As if that wasn’t enough….

About 5 minutes later Gabriel came into our room with a HUGE smile on his face. He blurted out, “I’m not sick anymore!”. We asked him, “how do you know?”
He responded super excited, “Jesus healed me!”
“How do you know that?” He responded, “Jesus and God came to our house last night.”
“Oh, really? What did they say?” He nonchalantly responded, “They took me to heaven.”
“Oh, wow, what was heaven like?” He responded, “There is a big white castle in the middle with flowers on this side (left), and this side (right), and in the middle and behind.” (He was using his hands to describe the picture).
Jorge asked, “What colors were the flowers?” He responded, “They were all colors, like rainbow colors.”

At this time I remembered a picture of heaven that an 11-year-old girl (now 18) named Akiane had painted prophetically about heaven. I found the picture on my phone and asked Gabriel if this kind of looked like heaven:
heavenI can’t even accurately describe Gabriel’s response to me, but the look in his face is ingrained in my memory.  He was stunned. He looked at me very very sternly, “Mommy, who sent you that?” I shrugged my shoulders. “MOMMY, WHO SENT YOU THAT?!?!” I told him that I just knew this little girl had painted it. He said, “Look Mommy, that’s heaven! See… there’s the castle! Here’s the flowers on this side, and this side, down the middle, yeah, and look, there’s the tall skinny trees in the back!!”

Jorge asked, “Gabriel, what else did you see?” He responded, “God and Jesus are there sitting on their thrones. There are some kids there who used to be really really sick, but in heaven they aren’t sick anymore, so they decided to stay in Heaven.”

At this point we were still a little skeptical of Gabriel’s experience, but since Gabriel said he had seen God and Jesus Jorge asked him. “Where was Jesus sitting? I mean, if I am God and Jesus is sitting next to me, where was Jesus sitting?” Without hesitating Gabriel pointed to Jorge’s right hand side.  (What 5-year-old boys knows that?)

Then Jorge had ONE last questions, ” How did you get back to your bed?Did you come back through the fireplace?” We could have never been prepared for what Gabriel was about to tell us.  Gabriel’s response floored us… he said, “No, not through the fireplace. They just brought me down through the roof, but as I was coming down, I saw angels surrounding our house.”  (Angels surrounding our house?  I’m still in awe. Before this moment I had been pondering the idea that Jorge and I were a little on the crazy side. Could those have been the same one we heard a few hours earlier?)

Coincidence that Jorge and I heard angels that night? We definitely know it’s not.

So, now what? We have yet to hear those same angelic sounds again and although I would LOVE to hear them… the Lord keeps showing us new aspects and dimensions of Him. But still… I think it’s time to start listening to that song again and usher more of His presence into our home.

Here is Akiane’s painting of Jesus that she painted when she was 8.
When I asked Gabriel who it was, without hesitation (just like in the book Heaven is for real) he said, “That’s Jesus.”  “I just know.”
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As RAW as it gets. My story(ies)… Part 1 of many.

Meet Sarah. Me. This is my story… an auto-biography of sorts. I will take you on a journey through my life… my ups and down, misconceptions, “legalistic religious” beliefs, dreams, passions, crazy experiences, hurts, joys, my challenges and challenges to you… everything. How they have all evolved into who I am today.

I know I am about to be vulnerable. That’s a weird place to intentionally choose to walk into. But, I feel it is important. I have a story to share, and if I can impact one person’s life in a positive way… it was all worth it.  All I ask from you is to be open, sensitive to my heart, and before judging me, please ask questions and open up a conversation.  And please, if something impacts you in a positive way… I would love to know about that too.

I was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska as a city girl. My mom grew up as the farm girl, not me. (I’ve never shared this before, but I secretly wish I had been a farm girl because now that I would love to garden and have animals, but am utterly CLUELESS). I grew up with my mom (Jennifer) and dad (Art) ( they are still married) and my older brother A.C. (His real name is Arthur Carl Jetter III, which I think is pretty cool. My second son’s middle name is even Arthur.)

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(Photo 1: Family farm in Louisville, NE & Photo 2: Jorge and I, 3 kiddos, My parents, and My brother and his wife Sara. )

I don’t have the a lot of memories from my childhood… I wish I did. But what I do remember was good. Holidays, Vacations, Family times, etc… Thankfully my mom has been amazing at keeping photo albums, so we can look back at so any good times. One of the things I remember was my mom taking us to church on Sundays to King of Kings Lutheran Church. I honestly don’t remember if it was every week or sporadically, but eventually we only went on holidays. Then at some point in junior high, my mom told me that I had to do Confirmation Classes at church. I was NOT HAPPY to say the least, but it was a non-negotiable as far as I remember.  So… my 8th grade year I started going to church again. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of an amazing journey.  Low and behold I met some new friends and loved the new “social” scene. Once confirmation classes were over and I was “confirmed”, I continued to go to church so that I could hang out with my friends.  That’s not a “holy & righteous” thing to admit. But it’s true. What I know now is that God is good, can turn anything for His glory, He is interested in the journey, and cares about my heart TODAY. It’s not about how pretty the journey began.

During my sophomore year of high school my life/heart began to shift… the Lord was calling me into a deeper place with Him. All of a sudden it wasn’t about seeing my friends anymore… there was something else I longed for when I went to church.  While in high school I was very involved in school activities: tennis, gymnastics, and band. Yes, I was a band nerd… a cool one though, right? Anyway. I began to play piano when I was 5 and saxophone when I was 11, and played both until I graduated.

RAW Heart #1… I LOVED playing music… both saxophone and piano. It gave me joy and touched my soul, BUT I always felt like I wasn’t as good as the others around me.  I have so many shoulda, woulda, coulda thoughts whenever I think about music when I was younger. Maybe had I just expressed to someone, probably my mom, how important it TRULY was to me, I could have had private lessons to improve my skills. But… I didn’t. When I went to college (TCU), I toured the music building to see how I could fit music in, but felt so incredibly incompetent that I walked out and stopped playing music all together.   The saxophone stayed in the closet and I didn’t make the effort to find a piano.  I have played the piano probably twice a year since then. My husband even bought me one in Guatemala, but it was hard to find the time with 2 little boys running around. Then, I started worship classes through ministry school a couple years ago, but that was entirely overwhelming and again, I felt like a failure.  This is definitely one of my biggest “regrets”, yet it’s not too late.
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Challenge for myself: Find time for music. Get a piano or learn guitar… this year !
Challenge for you: What do you love? What is your passion? How can you fit it in this year? If you are willing to share, I would love to hear your story.
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