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How to Heal your Spirit, Mind and Body

March 20, 2019

 

In a time were social media is prevalent and the selfie phenomenon is high, it is inevitable that you may at times compare yourself to that person who appears to have a happy, carefree, larger than life existence. However, the reality is, that everyone has internal struggles that they face. Areas of their life that they are not pleased with and behaviors they are not proud of. This cycle of looking for the grass to be greener on the other side can cause dis-ease within your spirit, mind and body.

 

In my book Beautiful Greatness, I discuss the 5 elements of your essence that enable you to stop the cycle of comparison and flow in the potential you were wired to fulfill.

 

They include:

  1. Your Mirror

  2. Your Mind

  3. Your Body

  4. Your Spirit, and

  5. Your Purpose

Once these 5 elements of your essence are in alignment and agreement, you are then able to possess the 8 keys that will help you to unlock the unlimited life that you desire. This is not wishful thinking, nor is it make believe. You are a powerful being, and with the right tools you will be able to harness that power and live the life of your choice. In my new book you will be introduced to those keys.

 

Below is the prologue from my book, enjoy and get your copy today:

 

·  PROLOGUE  ·

 

 “Mo, me and some friends are going to hang out.” It was my oldest son, Armoni, speaking from the passenger seat. Since his father and my divorce, he’d gotten proactive at keeping me informed about what he was doing and where he was going. He knew the drill, and he knew what was coming next.

 

   The who, what, when, where and why drill. “Who are you hanging with? What are you going to be doing? Where will you be doing it? When will you be home? And why don’t you want to hang with us at home instead?” I could never help myself—the questions always came out right on top of each other like rapid fire.

 

   I caught his wry smile in the corner of my peripheral vision and glanced in the rearview mirror to see his sisters silently laughing at us. “Just me and the guys. We’re going out to eat and then to see a movie.”

 

  My insides suddenly felt like shards of glass. “I’m sorry, baby,” I said, fighting to keep my voice even.

 

 “I don’t have any money to give you for anything like that right now.”

 

 “It’s alright,” Armoni reassured me. “Dad gave me money yesterday.”

 

 That comment cut even deeper. “Oh,” I said, trying to keep it together, “okay, then. Sure, you can go.”

 

“Yesssss!” he said in triumph.

 

  I tried to smile so he could see it, but when I looked at him, I could tell there was more he wanted to talk about.

 

  Now it was his turn to try to sound casual. “Hey, Mo, we don’t have laundry detergent at home. Can we stop and get some? I’ll wash everything myself.”

 

  There was no more keeping it together. “Baby,” I said, feeling the tears of shame swell, “I’m sorry. We don’t have the money to buy that right now, either.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he said, turning to look out the window. I felt his feeling of triumph at getting a night out with his friends slowly fading.

 

  The rest of the ride home was silent.

 

  When we pulled into our driveway, the kids got out, and I told them to go on in the house without me.

 

  Once the front door closed behind them, I let the tears flow. I was paralyzed, and my heart felt like it was breaking yet again, which I didn’t think was possible after what it had already been through. Divorce, single motherhood, a string of dead-end jobs, trying to go back to school, and everything falling on my shoulders because my ex’s child support check, although a great blessing to receive, was barely enough to kept food on the table and a roof over our heads. At least I had great kids, but their goodness made me feel all the worse for not being able to provide them with even the basics they needed for their daily life.

 

  Like laundry detergent so they can wear clean clothes while going to school or hanging out with their friends.

 

  And it wasn’t like this was the first time I’d let my kids down. It was becoming an everyday thing, such as, not having food to eat, the house lights being shut off, not having money for gas to drive them to school, and worse not having money for their school and after-school activities to participate in with their peers.

 

  At least you’re not homeless anymore, something whispered in the back of my mind.

 

  Small consolation, I answered back.

 

  How had this happened? How could I have sunk so low? I had gone from living in my dream home with my dream husband, working at a dream job, and watching my dream kids grow up—to barely surviving. It was like I went to sleep one night and woke up into a new life. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, I’d gone from living on top of the world to living upside down. Everything I had known as “normal” had shattered, like a china plate that had been hurled against a wall.

 

  What happened? Life happened. Divorce happened, a job loss happened, then the loss of my home happened. With no money, no prospects, barely enough food—and now not even enough detergent to do a load of laundry.

 

  It wasn’t always like this. My children had been born into a two-parent home in the middle-class suburbs. They had all of the luxuries that two good incomes could afford. Back then, my kids never had to ask for the basics, because they were always there in surplus.

 

  Now this.

 

  I sat there in my truck, overwhelmed with thoughts of my failure as a wife, as a mother, and even as a person. How did I get here? Is this really God’s plan for my life? I had a master’s degree, and I had been a psychotherapist and an associate pastor. How in the world did I get to this place? Why and how had my life ended up in this state? What did I do wrong? What person have I not forgiven? Am I having a nightmare that I just can’t wake up from?

 

  The longer I sat in my truck, the longer I thought; and the longer I thought, the angrier I became. I slammed the steering wheel with both hands. “God!” I cried out. “I’m tired of living like this. I have done all that you have asked me to do: I pray, I pay my tithes, I serve in the church, I turn the other cheek—”

 

  The tears caught in my throat, and I felt like I was suffocating. I took in a deep breath and then cried out, “I want to be happy! I want my children to be happy—”

 

  I buried my face in my hands, and the tears flowed unrestrained. “What did I do wrong? Tell me?” I looked up to heaven. “Lord, what do you want me to do? Tell me, what do I do?”

 

  It was all I had left to pray, and I felt exhausted afterward. My head sank back to the steering wheel again. I took a deep breath and then exhaled, letting it all go. The silence consumed me, and I fell quiet and still.

 

  Then came the soft, calming whisper: “Ask and you shall receive.”

 

  It didn’t even occur to me that I had just heard God speak. Instead, like a three-year-old, I rattled off my list: “How about a little happiness? Security? Grace? Wisdom? The wealth the Scriptures promise? A new husband?” I must’ve gone on for five minutes. You name it, I asked for it.

 

  When I finally fell quiet, the calming whisper answered, “You already have all of those things.”

 

  Yeah, right, I thought. “No, I don’t!” I almost shouted again. “Where are they?”

 

  “You already have those things,” the whisper said again. “What you need are the keys to access them.” I felt my mind start to race, and then the voice went on, as if it had given up on me figuring it out for myself. “Ask for the keys” He said.

 

  What keys? I thought, ready for another tirade, but inside I felt a sudden overwhelming peace. The keys—ask for the keys. I realized that was the answer I had asked for.

 

  “Lord,” I said softly, looking back toward heaven, “give me the keys.”

 

  I’ve never voiced a more simple, yet powerful prayer. And that was the day when God started teaching me how to flow in my Beautiful Greatness.

 

 

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Thank you, with Beautiful Love,

 

Jacquelyn Rivers

 

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