In 2022, my mother was diagnosed with a rare disease and given only 3 months to live. After receiving the call from my stepdad I immediately left Southern California and moved to Houston. There I felt helpless and wasn’t sure of what purpose I could truly serve. My mother and I love eachother very much but we’ve always had a hard time being close. We’re just such opposites in essentially every way possible. I frustrate her and she hurts my feelings – likely without even knowing she’s doing it.

I bought a large wax pot and started making candles with my dog Drako. We took them out into public on long walks, in shopping centers and throughout our daily journey in coffee shops and random places where we met beautiful people. Each tea light candle was made of pure beeswax with different colors and scents, then placed in a little drawstring gift bag with a note asking others to pray for my mom.

Sometimes prayer can be as simple as a single heart-string moment when you open up to hear the circumstances of another and let it in to your thoughts. Then that thought creates a feeling that creates another thought. The good ones are full of empathy and well wishes. Other times prayer can be a moment of silence when we think or speak outloud a wish for someone’s wellness and recovery of whatever situation they are facing. And then prayer can also be a joint effort of bodies, minds, hearts and intentions all focused on the same thing together, in the joining of hands and focus as words are spoken out loud for the good will of God to bless a person with healing, restoration or an answer to their problem.

I’ve seen prayer result in immediate miracles, in an overwhelming sense of peace about a thing or even in a vision or dream. For me personally, I often receive a song playing in my mind and I believe the angels send music with lyrics that speak what I needed to hear.

My mother is still alive today, more than 3 years after I received that call. I am grateful that God answers the heart cries of his children and I’m also convinced there is great power in numbers when we pray together. The scripture says, “Where 2 or more are gathered, GOD is in the midst of thee.” For this reason it’s important for us to be cautious of what we wish or speak upon another and likewise for us to gather together in a chord of hope and act out our faith in prayer by supporting one another in love. We are called to not only pray for our loved ones but for strangers and even for those who have hurt us. In doing so we not only fulfill the will of God but we attract blessing into our lives.

I made a new batch of prayer candles today with a hidden message that only God truly knows about. It’s kind of a secret but not forever. I pass these out to strangers and know that in doing so not only will my heart’s desires be spoken – even if only in a language the angels can understand. But also, in offering my heart for the good will of God in the lives of others; in you. We all have our troubles and our triumphs and much to offer in the name of Love.

If you received or found one of these prayer candles, I hope you will remember the story of my mother when you light your flame of faith. They aren’t just ordinary candles. They were made from the same hands and with the same intentions as before and the prayers that went up into the Heavens were not only heard but answered powerfully. And they will do the same for you.

Pray for the Script in the Sky and use my Prayer Wall link to record my personal email and send me your prayer requests. I look forward to knowing you – for in God we are all family and all knitted together in love.

Love, J

No one likes saying goodbye to a loved one. A few days ago I watched my Grandfather who took part in raising me as a little girl get buried and lowered into the ground over a Facetime feed from my daughter’s phone. I was walking through the Seattle airport, (which has great significance to me) with a face full of tears as the preacher prayed for the family to be given peace and love in this time of loss.

I know he’s not in that body. I know his soul (consciousness) has graduated from this plane and moved onto a greater assignment in a place we call the Heavens. I also know he’s still with us too as a guardian angel and a seed of love not only in our hearts but in our journeys as we continue on and pursue the race set before us in the time we are given here.

When my Granny passed in 2017 she left me with a seed of who she was. I received a beautiful dream that night and began having prophetic visions and a closeness to God and to my ancestors before me as the angels looking over me now. Magical things began happening in my life; even as I was enduring a time of great trial and tragedy in my physical world.

I’ve learned that when God takes something from us there is also soon thereafter a replacement given. And as the last man to have ever played a role of Father in my life, even if it was in a short season of my earliest beginnings, has now left this earth, I look for the sprout. I know something is coming – new love and new connection. I know I will recognize it when it arrives and it will bring new life and joy into a new season, inspiring me in a way I’ve never before known.

I pray on this night that whoever is reading this, for you too in your losses and changes of seasons to take heart and know that love is an eternal flame that never leaves us completely and always finds us anew. Love is a spirit as God is a spirit and Love never fails to begin again.

My Papa prayed for me constantly – fasting and placing my name before the throne of God. He was a quiet man and we didn’t speak often but when we did there was great depth and wisdom conveyed in his words. He bragged about my accomplishments in business and he always said the same phrase, “Girl with your tools, there’s nothing you can’t do.” But the thing he was most proud of was the book I wrote in 2017. He bought more copies than anyone and sent them out to everyone he knew. My Papa never had a negative word to say about anyone. He was humble and kind. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and a sharp tongue at times but he was a good, good man.

Tonight I post the seed of his body into the ground by the likes of my own creation I made in honor of him. It’s branches i collected from the shores of Malibu where the fires destroyed much. There in the ruins, I remembered the phrase, “He paints beauty with our ashes.” It was a slogan I held tightly in the writing of my book and I believe it’s a marker in my path now of what God is about to reveal in many things. I didn’t plan it this way but the lamp i made ended up resembling a flame – with the longest branch holding up what looks like a finger pointed towards the Heavens. That’s where the Father of Lights sends down his good gifts with no shifting of shadows or sorrow within.

May the flame of love burn brighter than ever in this new season as I pray. “Thy Kingdom come and thy will be done in earth as it is in Heaven.” In Jesus’ name – Amen….