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I hadn't donated to Houston because...

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Super honest moment here….Big clutter, messy play rooms, garages that need organized... not my thing.  SO not my thing. So not my thing SO much I literally go limp, melt down, anaphylactic shock hits my body, I have a sudden onset of paralysis and I colapse into a comatose state. It is bad you guys.  Like really bad.  Listen, don't judge my complete inability to handle this.  I can handle big, bad things.  I can handle crazy situations that would have you fetal positioning in .5 seconds.... just not messy closets, k?  Thanks.

I cleaned out the back of my car this week, aka Ryder's football transportation mobile, and guess what I found?  I found gatorade, a rustic cuff, a single flip flop, a spatula, about 72 eyelash curlers (it's an issue I refuse to deal with), sharpies, bubbles, shoes that need returned, my books, kid books, enough old french fries to feed Tulsa's hungry, a redbox (which I now own)  and a marshmallow roasting stick.  Most people would carry these things inside and return them to their proper place. Me? I motionlessly stare at the bag I stuffed all the junk in,  then casually place the whole bag in an inconspicuous spot, and walk past said bag for the next few months until I need an eyelash curler. Why? Because the clutter is so much, so random, so overwhelming, it feels impossible to remedy.

My mom on the other hand is the champ at all things decluttering. She can organize, see the details working together and have each thing in its proper place in no time. We used to butt heads on this matter until one day, the good Lord was looking out for me and shined down some compassion in her "organizing is so easy" heart. I was struggling to pick up my room and by struggling, I mean my life had ended, kill me now and let me die a happy 5th grader type of struggling.  It wasn't because I was lazy, or didn't want to clean... it was because the task seemed too big for me to accomplish, so why even try?  After what felt like decades of “not coming out of my room until it was clean”, she came up with an ingenious idea.  She took my hoola-hoop, placed it around some clutter and said… “Focus on this bit.”  Whenever I was finished cleaned that section, she would move the hoop to a different area and repeat, “Focus on this bit.”  It worked!  I could handle the small section with a few random things to clean.  "Bit" by "Bit" she would have me just focus on the small section I could handle, and then move it until the whole place was spic and span.  

I am not sure if you have felt overwhelmed by the Texas floods and you thought your impact would be too minimal to count.  Perhaps not knowing exactly what to do, or who to send help to or how to even do it has been paralyzing, like me staring at my bag (possibly 3 bags by the weekend).  Most of our hearts hurt with those affected.  Most of us want to do something.  Most of us have asked God to be with them and help them.  Most of us have done nothing beyond that. 

Why?  It feels too big.  It feels too messy.  It feels like your $5, $10…. $500 wouldn’t even put a dent in the heart-breaking tragedy. 

YOU ARE WRONG, every single effort, penny and prayer makes a difference. 

I would like to challenge you to look within the hoola-hoop of the situation.  Look at what you CAN do, right now, in this moment…. And do it.  Let me echo my mom and say, "Focus on this bit."  You don't have to do it all, give millions like celebrities or even take a month vacation to volunteer.  However, you can... just focus on "the bit" you can do.  We have the opportunity to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, shelter the homeless.  Little by little, each of us focusing on our own hoola-hoop opportunity, we can impact lives.

I know its challenging to know exactly where to give, and who will have high integrity to make sure each cent goes to helping those who need.  Let me offer a suggestion.  My personal friends Rigel and Shayla Crow are the real deal.  I met them in Bible school over 15 years ago and I promise you the organization they are connected with is making things happen.  I will include link if you would like to give there.  $5, $10.... $1?  Focus on your "bit" and together we can make a huge impact.

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I'm gonna be really honest...

 A white-tailed deer drinks     from the creek; I want to drink God,     deep draughts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. Psalm 42:1-2

 A white-tailed deer drinks
    from the creek;
I want to drink God,
    deep draughts of God.
I’m thirsty for God-alive.

Psalm 42:1-2

I am a straight forward type of gal… and today I am going to save you some time.  All the time.  All the time, because I am so over seeing valuable, tender-hearted, loving, capable people like yourself waste time because you keep feeding a sincere craving a boat-load of junk food.  And to be quite frank a sincere spiritual need doesn’t want your crap candy dear lady, a sincere spiritual need wants legit sustanance.   

You can try with buying clothes.

You can try with gaining social media likes, shares and comments.

You can try with being busy.

Some people try with being the best mom they can be.

Others try with building businesses or monetary success.

You can try with attention from the opposite sex.

Maybe your thing is sports, movies, books, academics, Netflix binges, food, or friends….

 

I am not sure what your thing is, but it is all straight-up bull-crappery.  You can try, but your attempts will come up short each and every time.  There is no diamond pretty enough, man/woman hot enough or accolade grand enough to fix the craving. 

 

Only Jesus can satisfy your thirst.  It is a call to know Him, and be known by Him.  From the beginning of time all of mankind has longed to fill the empty spaces on the inside.  God made us to need Him with a silent longing that just won’t quit until it is quenched. 

Going to Him, talking to Him, listening to Him, obeying Him…

He is the only TRUE satisfaction we will ever have.  He must be the source of your identity, worth and value.  There is nobody who will love you as He does.  He has formed and crafted the most intimate parts of your mind, will and emotions.  The Bible calls you His masterpiece, His workmanship.  If He made you, He is the One who knows how to touch the places in your heart that need/have to be touched, repaired or reconstructed.  He is the only source of our true and deepest satisfaction.  The other stuff is all icing, He is the cake.  It is great to be in love, dress cute, dominate at what ever you dominate at… but until you put Him first, its straight-up sugary fluff.  And, ask my 8 year old daughter, eating all icing makes for a really upset tummy and rainbow puke is still puke no matter which angle you look at it from.

See, He is the One that is gentle, patient, and present.  He is the One that has seen you at your worst and loved you the same.  I am not talking about just as a spouse may see you.. with bad hair, morning breath and "hangry".  I am talking about, AT YOUR WORST.  You know those moments you thank God happened before social media was a thing, or those thoughts you are so grateful you never voiced?  The worst, most sinful, selfish, evil version of you.. was seen, yet loved and longed for.  He is jealous for you, craves you, and beckons you to come.

The One who created the tides, the solar system and the breath of a new born baby.  He is the One who says... COME.  Oh, I want you to know HIM!  I want you to know the freedom He brings.  You don't have to be bound by your own insecurities anymore.  You can abandon yourself completely to Him, just as you are, and He will satisfy your deepest needs from the inside out.  It is for freedom alone that He has set us free.   So, grab your Bible, hide-away... spotify some bethel... and know Him.  He will meet you there... and you will come out with a little more assurance of who He is, who you are, and whose you are.  Game changer friends, game-freaking-changer.

 

 

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Because SHE...

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Because she is someone’s daughter.

Because she is someone’s mom.

Because she is someone’s wife.

Because she could have been me.

Because she didn’t grow up wanting to do this.

Because she has gifts, talents and she is smart.

Because she has dreams.

Because God crafted her.

Because God wants her to come home.

Because we see her for who she really is.

Because she is loved and valuable and has no idea she is.

 

Why do we go? 

That is why we go.

 

If we don’t go, who will?  If I don’t bridge the gap between the love of the Father and these sweet women, then who?  Eternity is long and hell is hot.  Do I even have a flippin choice?  No.  No, I don’t.  If He will leave the 99 to find the 1, who am I to think I can be content playing some type of organized religious, suburbia pattycake and call it Christianity?  I prayed Psalm 2:8 for years, and He has answered my prayer.  He has awoken me to the cries of the lost, the broken and the hurting, and woe to me if I turn a deafened ear because it messes up my first-world, family-time rhythms. 

 

I don’t have time to be intimidated by the mean girls, or flirty and/or burly bouncers.  The dark no longer scares me, nor does the perversion intimidate me.  The gawking stares from the men, the undressing us with their eyes, creepy cat calls, its all whatever by now.  I push through the awkwardness of the nakedness, praying over loud music, or the times they take more than one gift, aka stealing.  There is no fear, because we are focused.  Focused on her.  The one. 

 

I am writing this quickly and last minute.  I probably should have been working on this article for a week or so, but alas, its me… and maybe one day I will be better at adulting.  We leave in 3 hours”ish”, and my heart has been weighed with a call to pray all week.  This month, I don’t ask for your donations.  This month, I ask for your prayers.

 

SO would you take a moment to talk to our Father on our behalf ?

 

Pray that they would see the Lord’s love clearly.  Pray we would have words seasoned with grace, and boldness.  Pray genuine relationships would be cultivated.  Pray we would see them as He does, and He would continue to meet the needs of No Strings Attached.  We aren’t doing this without Him, His presence, or His guidance and that’s just the bottom line. 

 

Thank you for your prayers, your social media love… and your donations.  Women are be impacted with the love of God because you care, and do something about it.  From the bottom of my stripper loving heart, thank you. 

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I AM UNDONE.

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I AM UNDONE.

Refill before No Strings Attached tonight. I am undone.

I just can't imagine life without Him.
He's the only One who has seen each scar, each weakness and knows each secret. He's the only One that had a front row seat to all of my downfalls, trip ups, and on purpose screw ups.Yet still. 


Yet still, He chooses me. In each moment He stays. He never quits showing up. He pursues me hard and boldly, draws me close and gently washes my feet and lovingly soaks the crap the world has deposited, or I have on purpose chose to wallow in. My weaknesses don't intimidate Him nor does my sin make Him withdrawal. He embraces me in any condition because it's me. 
And I'm the one He loves.


Such great love, He has lavished on me - individually and uniquely. Tonight I can't wait to lavish that same customized love on each dancer at all of the strip clubs in Tulsa. May they see the length, height, and breadth of His never ending, never stopping, never give up kind of love.

“Levi gave a large dinner at his home for Jesus. Everybody was there, tax men and other disreputable characters as guests at the dinner. The Pharisees and their religion scholars came to his disciples greatly offended. “What is he doing eating and drinking with crooks and ‘sinners'? Jesus heard about it and spoke up, Who needs a doctor: the healthy or the sick? I’m here inviting outsiders, not insiders—an invitation to a changed life changed inside and out.”
‭‭Luke‬ ‭5:29-32‬ ‭MSG‬‬

 

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Mother's Day

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Mother's Day

No one was obligated to tell me Happy Mother's Day, especially not with gorgeous flowers and deliciously written words that I've read over and over and over...... but they did. 
It's like getting a great, big, Texas-sized hug straight from Jesus to me, through them. The really big kind where they pick you up, and you can't really breathe, and it hurts your ribs, and your shirt is kind of hiked on the side, and you're hoping they put you down soon before they realize you weigh a buck fifty.


I was a tad-bit (lot-bit) nervous on how this Mom's Day would hit me as a single mom. 
"Jesus, if Mother's Day sucks this year, I'm ok with that... cause you don't suck and you're all I need." Jesus responded with "Jamie, I got you, girl."

#mothersday #jesus #singlemom #Godusespeople

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Recalibrate. Remind. Resume.

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Recalibrate. Remind. Resume.

Voices from other people have this creepily way of sneaking into our own, private thoughts about ourselves. Sometimes, their voices are composed of words they've actually said to us or about us. Other times, it's what they have done or not done that has disillusioned or disappointed us. Their actions somehow, begin to color our own worth. They treat us well, we must be good, and worthy of this treatment.  They treat us badly, we must be bad and deserve what we get. Just as impactful, we can allow just what we think they are thinking to erode a healthy thought pattern into a ditch of destructive self-talk.  

Who gives them this power?  Why do other people (those we love, despise, barely know, know really well, only know through social media, family) get to decide our own thoughts about our own self?!  Why?  Because we have allowed them to. 

This should not be so my friends, therefore.... I call bullcrap. All the bullcrap. (Is that one or two words...?... anyway) 
Bullcrap to letting anyone who didn't make you, name and/or define you. Nobody else gets to decide who I am but my Heavenly Father. Bullcrap to me, letting ANYONE sneak in and whisper my worth to me. Nobody else gets to tell me what I'm capable of, worthy of, or what my value is. When my thoughts start deeming me unloved, uninvited or dismissed, this is when I call....Bull to the crap.  

I recalibrate= Take a deep breath. Remember the baseline of it all. God made me. He loves me. He gets to say who I am. 

I remind= I am loved. I am wanted. I am flawed, yet fully accepted.  I am capable.  I am In Him, holy, righteous and deemed worthy of love, even Love, Himself. 

I resume= I walk as a worthy woman. I think like a valued woman. I speak as someone who is sought after then, I look for others to love, to create value in and to show their worth as well. 

So the next time you find yourself responding to being called, treated as or spoken to like anything less than who He has created you to be.... Recalibrate, Remind, Resume. 

And.... call all the Bullcrap on anything less. 

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The Long Journey

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The Long Journey

That moment when you got to witness one of your BEST friends finding out the 5 year journey to adopt a precious daughter from India JUST got A Big fat "YES!!!!"🎉🎉🎉 from the judge in India. #5 years. Who does that? Who stays on a journey for that long without giving up? Who is that relentless? Who does not throw in the towel saying "It must not be God… Or it would've happened by now." …? My friends. That's who. These are the people I align myself with. These are the people I want my heart to be more like. If it is true what they say, that you are becoming the sum total of the five people you hang around with the most… Then dang it, I'm going to be super awesome One day because God has surrounded me with the best people ever.

I am thankful for a lot of things right now, one of them is the relentless pursuit of our heavenly father towards us. Just like Mark and Kelly, he never gives up on us. He never says well I guess it's not going to happen. But he keeps doing the pursuing, he keeps showing up. 

Thank you father that Amaya is coming home to Oklahoma! #ChooseYourFriendsWisely #Adoption #India #HeavenlyFather #OnlyJesus

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Keep Showing Up

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Keep Showing Up

Because sometimes you get a text that says "I'm on my fourth club… If this doesn't work out… I don't know what to do next. I have no more hope."

I mean, crap, what am I supposed to do? Pray that another strip club would hire her? Pray that she would lose her job and not be able to feed her children? Pray that all the clubs would shut down because believers would "take a stand"…and then I lose all contact with these women?

I don't know what to do. This gospel is powerful, messy, bold, and it's very nature is transforming.

I just know to keep showing up. I just know to keep giving good gifts. I just know to keep praying, keep loving, and keep being real and transparent, I just know to keep gathering as many as I can to help me…and to be as full of hope that I can. Only Jesus.

If you would like to join us in reaching the commercial sex industry dancers in Tulsa… We will be going Friday into for local strip clubs reaching 85 strippers, giving them gifts, and telling them that Jesus sees them and loves them.

If this stirs your heart, go to jamiejones.org/nsa/ to give.

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“Enjoying Life When It Isn't Enjoyable”

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“Enjoying Life When It Isn't Enjoyable”

Things may not seem fair, people may unjustly judge your intentions, money may be tight, marriage going down the tubes, God seems far off, kids acting a fool, your best friend may have walked out on you and taken your last cup of coffee with them!  I don't know what you may be going through. However, if you are reading this, you are still breathing. If you're still breathing, there's still hope.  There is hope that you can be fulfilled, satisfied and even happy once again.

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I'm A Preacher and I Go to Strip Clubs...

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I'm A Preacher and I Go to Strip Clubs...

I can honestly say that May was our best trip so far. It feels so weird to type this, because I am still confused why God would pick me to do this. My husband has been known to call me a prude when it comes to all things music, movies, and TV. I seriously cringe at TV commercials because I think they are too sexual. Yet, He has asked me to go, so I do.

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Pews of Ew

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Pews of Ew

Have you ever seen Jimmy Fallon's "Ew" sketch?  He is basically playing the role of a pre-pubescent girl who has friends come visit in her basement, where she does an internet show called "EW!".  The tweens are easily annoyed and grossed-out by almost anything.  "Have you seen the new barbies?  Ew." "My step dad Gary thinks he can dance. Ew."  "Tom asked me to the dance via text last night.  Ew." 

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Backseat Dreams

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Backseat Dreams

Being the baby of my family had some disadvantages. One of
those disadvantages was always being in the back seat. "Ugh,
what about me? When is it my turn? I can't see anything
from here!  It's not fair! I'm ALWAYS back here!  Backseat,
shmackseat!!"

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Dear Friend Who Looks at Pinterest Each Night Before Bed.....

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Dear Friend Who Looks at Pinterest Each Night Before Bed.....

The Pictures with the fade over them quoting something, inspires us to our deepest core.  In fact, it inspires us so much that we never change or do anything with the inspiration.

The Philosophies on how to raise our kids which somehow breed a very obedient, respectful kid, all the while harboring their hearts from the disillusionment which comes from a discipline too harsh.

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WARNING: I prayed this, then I saw Jesus.

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WARNING: I prayed this, then I saw Jesus.

I had prayed the Ephesians prayers for years, hardly knowing what I was actually saying.  Then one day, it hit me.

 

[For I always pray to] the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, that He may grant you a spirit of wisdom and revelation [of insight into mysteries and secrets] in the [deep and intimate] knowledge of Him Eph 1:17

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For Moms ONLY... 3 Tips to Awaken Your Dreams

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For Moms ONLY... 3 Tips to Awaken Your Dreams

We have all heard a calling within us to be more, do more and change history with our lives.    We were charged to take an action to be radical, live outside the box, and be a world changer.  Will you say "YES!" to the Lord for all that He has done for you?  Do you want to give your life to sharing His love?  "YES, LORD!!!!  Lord, whatever You say, I will do.  Send me Lord, I want to change the World!  I will go to Africa!  I will build an orphanage!  I will preach wherever, whenever and love on anyone and whomever!  YES, LORD!!!!"

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Hot or Not...

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Hot or Not...

Go into all the World and preach the gospel, to every creation. 

Mark 16:15 

The words leapt from the page and sunk to the bottom of my heart like a ton of wet bricks. ALL Creation?  Like...everyone?  Like it's MY job to let everyone know of the Good News?  Jesus' last instruction to us before He ascended to the Father stared at me in the face.  His Spirit, full of mercy, love, and direction showed me how too often I  have easily found an excuse to not tell someone of His love. 

"I don't want to offend anyone."

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The Reason I Don't Pray Against Terrorist Attacks...

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The Reason I Don't Pray Against Terrorist Attacks...

The world is crazy.  It's unstable.  In the middle east, innocent children, just like mine are being beheaded.  Can you even digest such loaded words when typed so simply?  Parents  just like us are seeing their babies taken, torn physically apart and treated as worthless.  Dads, just like my Steven are being shot in front of their families.  Regular moms like me are being taken from their children's arms, brutely raped and murdered.  In the streets, in the parks... genocide is happening.

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3 Ways to Respond When People Sin

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3 Ways to Respond When People Sin

I HATE SIN.

I especially hate when sin is embraced by people whom I love. My heart grieves and my anger rages when those I love choose to remain there. Some have cuddled sin, fed it, and treated it as a beloved family pet rather than expose, refuse and hate it as the diseased, intruding rodent it is. We all know those people. Those in the pit who didn't just fall into a pit, but rather made the pit themselves. They have shoveled, choice by choice, creating their own pit. In moments, they love their pit and have made it their home...knitting blankets, setting up nightstands with little pit lamps, "P" decorative pillows, and even making "Pit" commemorative pins. It is not right. It is wrong. These are bad, destructive choices they are making. This pit can ruin them.

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3 Minutes on Gays, Tattoos, Louis Vuittons, and What They Have to Do with Faith.

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3 Minutes on Gays, Tattoos, Louis Vuittons, and What They Have to Do with Faith.

The Tattoo

This gospel we preach promises of an eternal home. Those of us who have made Jesus our Lord will either die and go to heaven, or He will come back and take us there Himself. If we believe what the Word says, all of "this" is temporary. All of the computers, homes, cars, fashion, politics, denominations, schools, clubs, social status, wars, disagreements, successes...etc...etc...etc. It is temporary. It is fleeting. Heaven, now.. heaven is forever. The Word tells us to keep our eyes on the unseen, for this is lasting, not on the seen, for this is temporary. (2 Cor 4:18) There is one thing that sums up our time here on earth.

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