Show More Love

Can we just
Somehow or another
Show more love
It can’t be all that hard
Isn’t it quite possible
For us to find
Some kind of way
To show more love
Wouldn’t it be so nice
Stop and visit for awhile
Step outside of our comfort zone
Drop the judgment
Become curious
Discover the many ways
To show more love
I think I’ll begin
Right here and now
Giving what I feel
Talking it all in stride
And finding even more ways
That I can show
Mute love

👣♥️ Jeanna’ Mead
10 19 p.m 1 23.21

jeannasoul #writingmyheartout #myownwords.

Interruptions….

Please Interrupt Me!

I wonder if the greatest witnessing tool available to us is often pushed aside because of our busyness. Just like our stuff, our time is a resource with which we can be tightfisted or openhanded. But when Jesus told the parable of the Good Samaritan, he showed us what it means to put our own interests aside and spend our time on others, especially “others” not in our own circle,

The other day I was focused on all the items on my seemingly never-ending to-do list. I was sitting at a stoplight when a friend called and started lamenting that her son had forgotten his lunch and his belt required by the school’s uniform policy. She was stressed and trying to get in touch with her husband, who had just dropped her son off at school. She was at home with a new baby, feeling groggy from a sleepless night and overwhelmed by her situation.

As I sat at the stoplight listening to my friend, I looked at the store to my right. That store had belts. That store had lunch food. Could I help? Would I help? That day I wouldn’t let busyness take precedence over the blessing of divine interruptions. So I helped.

I don’t know this for sure, but I suspect my friend had been asking Jesus to please help her. It’s hard when you need help but feel like everyone is busy you don’t want to bother them.

I’m a task-oriented person, so it doesn’t come naturally for me to look for ways to be interrupted in the midst of my busyness. But sitting at that stoplight, I realized the power of pausing. Pausing just long enough for Jesus to tap on the edge of my heart and say, “Could you? Would you? Will you do this as if it’s the most important part of your day and not an unwelcome interruption?”

How many times have I missed loving my “neighbor”? How many times have I missed the joy of pausing to live and love and light the world for Jesus?

By Lysa TerKeurst

❤️ I need to add to this.. as I read my devotional this morning, I thought of all the friends I have that are always so “busy” and stressed and have such a hard time pausing for themselves, let alone anyone else

If we are trying to love more, live more determinedly and spontaneously, then we need to welcome the interruptions in our lives… We need to BE the interruption!

writingmyheartout #jeannasoul #myownwords #WalkWithLove

Random Thoughts

Reading this .. as our country goes thru chaotic times and while my own heart aches for so much….

“We can only heal when we are willing to acknowledge what is real.”
Think about it…. We can’t cover this up, ignore it, push it away and expect to heal…
“We can’t live in an alternative reality and expect what’s right in front of us to get better.”

It doesn’t work that way .. it never has…. It never will.

Think about it … what can you do, what will you do to heal?

writingmyheartout #jeannasoul #damnstraight

Hot Pink Pants

Hot pink pants… because I really should live up to what my bundle thinks of me… When Riven asked me why I didn’t wear my favorite color more… I had to tell her that I didn’t have anything hot pink.. and she said, “Why not?!”
Why not, indeed…
Well.. because I was always waiting… Waiting to have a better body, waiting to feel more confident, waiting for……
and when my friend, Angie Buchanan , asked what my word for 2021 was… I wrestled with it for days until it came to me, simply and clearly..
More.
That’s it…
More of myself.
More of what I really am… More passionate, more compassionate, more adventurous, more outspoken, more real, more loving, more grateful, more courageous, more knowledgeable, more creative, more forgiving… and it starts with wearing more of my favorite colors .. living present and in awe of what I have right now…

I’m working out more than ever to get the best body I’ve had in forever and a day… I’m not “there” yet but every day I am becoming more closer to my goal.

More… It’s a beautiful thing.

writingmyheartout #jeannasoul #myownwords

Truth Of The Matter

Each person that comes into my life, is here for a reason…perhaps to teach me, perhaps to learn from me….
As I lay my hands and open my heart to the people that are led to me, it’s clear that the universe is sending just what I need and want.
What do I want……to be a healing, healthy, force to be reckoned with, to show love, acceptance, compassion, and understanding. To offer safety for those that hurt to use my hands , my soles, my entire being to make a positive difference.
Today I’m sending out waves of love to those that need it, and wrapping a blanket of security around those that are hurting.
Let my touch and my words be sacred and fulfilling….and let me be balm for the spirit in this changing world.
That’s enough…it’s what matters.

👣❤️ Jeanna’ Mead
January 10.2014 and again today…

Reading what I wrote seven years ago.. and still believe.

May it be.. may it always be

Shit Show!

Yesterday I was blissfully unaware of the shit show that was happening until a friend sent me a text asking if I had been watching the “shit show” that was happening.

I asked him to tell me what it was about… In just a few sentences he summarized everything.

I replied with this text.

“I’m afraid to check the news.

All I can think is…

Character is determined by how you act when you win and when you lose….. No matter what it is .. a ball game, an election, a chess match, a divorce, a presidency, a relationship..
Character and respect….
What a sad day for America”

I was busy doing what matters to me… I had worked out, I read a few pages, I ran into the store to get supplies, then I massaged some amazing clients, placed a order of products, and finally, my daughter swung by, picked me up and we delivered a birthday gift to a precious friend.
These are the things that I focused on and so getting that text reminded me that there is chaos going on that I have no control over.

So this is what I am going to do today…. Just like every day… I’m going to workout.. read a few pages, do the things that make my soul dance within my body and I’m going to pray for this country that I live in… America needs to grow up and show some grace and common sense and love .

Make something wonderful happen… Please 
#myownwords #writingmyheartout #jeannasoul #damnstraight

Here I am, again.

It’s been a while
Little too long
Since I’ve let my words flow

It’s been a little crazy
And a little bit hard
I haven’t made the time
To sit down and write

But, here I am again
Starting all over

It’s another brand new year
It feels like a brand new chance

I’ve made some promises
Wiped away all my excuses
Here I am again

Writing my heart out
Because that’s what comes
Natural

Jeanna’ Mead
1.2.21 7 30 a.m

2021 Resolutions

As one of the roughest years comes to an end, I’ve spent the day reflecting on what I’ve learned, what I’ve loved and what I’ve lost.


Meaningful lessons are sometimes difficult ones and sometimes the difficult ones are those that bring the most clarity and beauty.


I’m ending 2020 with so much gratitude for everything that has happened this year because it’s made me a better woman, a better business owner, a better friend, a better listener and a better giver.
I’m also beginning the New Year with determination and resolutions and promises to myself and for myself.
I can’t be the best for anyone else until I become the best to myself and that’s why we spent this weekend redoing the home gym.

I am going to be leaning on my tribe of kindred spirits as I embark on the 2021 goals I’ve set for myself!
It’s going to be one wild and precious year as I begin to live a life that causes my soul to dance within my body!

loveyourbody #trainlikealegend #myownwords #jeannasoul #damnstraight #BestIsYetToBe

Wise Words from Another

The Wise Crone

There once was a wise Crone who wandered the countryside. One day, as she passed near a village, she was approached by a woman who told her of a sick child nearby. She beseeched her to help this child.

So the Crone came to the village, and a crowd gathered around her, for such a woman was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to her, and she said a prayer over her.

“Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?” yelled a man from the crowd.

“You apparently know nothing of such things!”
said the Crone to the man.

The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when the Crone walked over to him and said: “If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?”

And thus, the Crone healed two people that day.

“Language does have the power to change reality. Therefore, treat your words as the mighty instruments they are – to heal, to bring into being, to nurture, to cherish, to bless, to forgive.”

~Daphne Rose Kingma