Jenahs Journey

06/10/2026

Drink with me…

I love my boys more than life itself, but if society collapses, I have serious questions about our chances of survival.

All three can shoot zombies, build shelters, collect supplies, and save civilization—as long as the apocalypse happens inside a video game.

In real life? We may be in trouble.

We’ve actually discussed our zombie-apocalypse plan. Gaming has convinced these boys they are highly trained survival specialists.

They can build fortified bases and defeat armies of the undead.

Ask one of them where the can opener is, though, and our entire bloodline is at risk.

Thankfully, we live in Florida with solar panels, batteries, a generator, and even a machine that makes drinking water from humidity.

Jermiah is probably our strongest survival candidate. He’s fit, can scuba dive, and could help find food in the water.

Nathanael would sleep through the beginning.

“Wake up! Society collapsed!”

One blue eye opens.

“Do I still have school?”

“No. The government fell and something ate the neighbor.”

“Okay. Can I sleep longer?”

And JadonPaul would be completely prepared—as long as the apocalypse follows Minecraft rules.

He’d start punching trees, looking for diamonds, and explaining why we need a crafting table before nightfall.

His martial arts might help, although I’m not sure how effective a purple-belt form is against the undead.

He’d probably also ask whether the zombies have feelings and invite one home because it “looked lonely.”

But here’s the Testimony Tuesday part:

I can teach my boys practical skills. I can prepare emergency supplies. I can teach them to think, adapt, work hard, defend themselves, pray, and take care of one another.

But I cannot prepare them for everything life will bring.

And I was never supposed to.

“My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth!” — Psalm 121:2 NLT

That may be the greatest survival lesson I can give them.

When the plan fails, God is still there.

When Mom doesn’t know what to do, God is still there.

When life changes overnight, God is still there.

And when the Wi-Fi disappears and nobody can Google what to do next…

God is STILL there.

So maybe my job isn’t to raise boys who are prepared for every possible disaster.

Maybe it’s to raise men who know where to turn when they aren’t.

As for me, I’ll probably survive zombies, food shortages, and the collapse of civilization—only to step barefoot on a LEGO in the dark.

My final words will be:

“I told y’all to pick up these toys.”

I’ll drink to that.

01/10/2026

Today is October 1.

Nine years ago today, on October 1, 2017, I survived the Route 91 mass shooting in Las Vegas. For a long time afterward, fear became something I carried with me—even when I didn’t realize I was carrying it.

Today, I realized just how much has changed.

Not long after JadonPaul and I left the house for martial arts, my home alarm went off. I knew immediately what had probably happened: he had left the door unlocked and not completely closed, and when the air-conditioning kicked on, the door popped open. I canceled the alarm and went to the dojo.

I drove home in between classes.

When I pulled up and saw my exterior garage door standing wide open after we had been gone almost two hours, there was a time when I would have been terrified to walk inside alone.

But today I walked in.

I confidently swept the house room by room. Once I knew there was nobody there but me and the cats, I sat down on the floor and checked the cameras to verify that no one had entered.

Amazon had made a garage delivery while we were gone, and I’m pretty sure the delivery driver was wondering why the exterior garage door was standing wide open. I could see the concern on his face in the Ring video!

Everything was fine.

I locked the house, got back into my car, and drove back to the dojo.

And somewhere on that drive, it hit me:

The woman who just did that would not have done it a year ago.

Today, that woman was the one who just earned her black stripe on the journey toward her blue belt.

This may be the third time in my life that I’ve started the journey toward earning a black belt, but I’m going to finish it this time.

Mark my words.

And a huge part of that is because of the community I have found at Kodo Martial Arts, Grandmaster Brown, Master Nell, and the people who continue to remind me what I am capable of.

Martial arts isn’t only teaching me how to defend myself.

It is teaching me to trust myself again.

Nine years ago today, I survived something that changed me forever. Today, on that same anniversary, I walked through an open door that once would have terrified me.

That feels significant.

I may not be a ninja warrior just yet, but I know I am a warrior.

And warriors face their dragons.

Thank you, Kodo Martial Arts, for helping me learn how to face mine.

28/09/2026

Drink with me. ☕️
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26/09/2026

04/09/2026

Drink with me.

It’s Freedom Friday.

My first published book was called Feel, Heal & Reveal, and looking back, I realize I was writing about Ready. Set. Healed. before I even knew what it would become.

Psalm 147:3 says, “He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.” — NLT

But healing requires us to acknowledge the wound.

First, we feel.

We stop minimizing what happened. We give ourselves permission to acknowledge the hurt with compassion instead of judgment.

Then, we heal.

We build resilience through faith, mindfulness, healthy coping skills, creative expression, movement, boundaries, and self-care.

And sometimes healing means having the courage to disconnect from relationships, habits, environments, or expectations that are no longer healthy.

Because freedom isn’t simply walking away.

Freedom is no longer carrying what you walked away from.

That’s when we reveal.

We rediscover our voice.
We rebuild trust in ourselves.
We reclaim our personal agency.
And we begin revealing the person who was buried underneath all that surviving.

That is the heart of Ready. Set. Healed.

If you’re ready to move from simply surviving your story to reclaiming your life, I would be honored to walk alongside you.

You can find Feel, Heal & Reveal and the link to Ready. Set. Healed. at FlameofPurpose.com.

Because freedom isn’t forgetting what happened.

It’s refusing to let what happened decide what happens next.

Happy Freedom Friday.

I’ll drink to that.

04/02/2026

This one comes from the heart 🤍

Ladies, Before you pray for a godly man, first ask God to heal the version of you that settles for less than you deserve.

Because God doesn’t just prepare him — He prepares you.
He heals the places where you learned to accept crumbs.
He restores discernment where love once felt like survival.
He teaches you that peace is not boring, consistency is not optional, and respect is not something you earn by shrinking.

A healed woman doesn’t beg for alignment — she recognizes it.
And when God finishes that work in you, you won’t chase what looks holy…
you’ll be drawn to what is.

“And I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit in you. I will take out your stony, stubborn heart and give you a tender, responsive heart.”
— Ezekiel 36:26 (NLT)