Part 4: Decorating Differently: A Holy Spirit Reset in My Season of Transition!

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When God Uses Transition to Make Room for the New

A couple of days after my almost passing-out moment in public, I felt a strong nudge from the Holy Spirit to stay home. I knew some people wouldn’t understand, but I obeyed. I went back to sleep for a bit, then woke up, turned on a faith-based message, and grabbed my journal.

The message was about joy. As I took notes, I realized something big:

I had let the enemy steal my joy… and a whole lot more.

When the message ended, I sat with Jesus in that moment. Then I felt the nudge again,“Go to the doctor.”

This was hard for me. I’m an all-natural girly. I haven’t needed doctors or medication since 2018 when my health journey began. Honestly? I cried. It hurt. I felt like I failed myself by getting sick, and I even felt like I failed God because I know what healing looks like. He’s healed me before.

But deep down, I also felt this:

God was taking me into a new level of faith. A place I’d never walked before.

So I put on my big puffy jacket, drove in the little snow we had, and walked into the doctor’s office, not alone this time. The thoughts of fear weren’t louder than the Holy Spirit’s presence beside me.

The women at the front were kind. One of them complimented my eyes. The doctor I saw ended up being the same doctor my mom saw months ago. It felt intentional, like the Spirit had gone before me and prepared everything.

I told her the truth: I was scared. I was an all natural girly. And I didn’t understand what was going on with my body.

She explained that sometimes stress can push your body so far that you need stronger help to fight what’s going on. She prescribed medication for a week. I thanked her, walked out, and then had to walk back in because I didn’t even know how to pick up the prescription, ha!

But even in that, I felt the Holy Spirit guiding me.

That night I picked up the medication. I cried again, but I also felt a holy peace.

Side note: This is exactly what Shift Worthy Fit is about, inviting the Holy Spirit into your health, your habits, and your healing.

The Christmas Connection I Didn’t See Coming

The more I processed, the more I realized my sickness started around the time I went into the shed to get the Christmas decorations.

Something in that moment felt symbolic Christmas is a season of joy, celebration, and newness… but pulling out those decorations reminded me of the past.

I even had a “#1” balloon in the box because Shift Worthy Ministries launched on Christmas Day, 2020. Seeing it all stirred up old memories, sweet ones, hard ones, everything in between.

It was like my body said:

“Jessica, we can’t decorate the same way anymore. This is a transition.”

Old emotions. Old patterns. Old pressure. All of it was getting stirred up.

But the Holy Spirit kept whispering:

“It’s time for something new. Time to release the old. Time to get your joy back again.”

And maybe, just maybe, this sickness wasn’t punishment…It was a reset. A realignment. A clearing-out so God could bring in the new.

Sometimes you need a strong medication to flush out what your body can’t fight on its own. And spiritually? Sometimes God does the same. He clears out the old so He can fill you with new strength, new healing, new clarity, new joy.

The Coffee Dream That Shifted Everything

Not long after, I had this dream:

I ended up with three Starbucks coffees, overflow! I went into the car (transition) and gave the Caramel Brulée Latte to my grandma who is no longer here, the woman who first showed me Jesus.

Caramel Brulée literally means “burnt sugar.” Fire turned sweet.

My grandma walked through her own fire seasons, but she never gave up on God. Even when I could see the heaviness on her face, her faith stayed steady. Seeing her in my dream felt like comfort. Legacy. A reminder that Jesus carried her, and He’s carrying me.

The second coffee was Christmas Blend, the one I drank because I knew what it was. Maybe it represented familiarity: healing, calling, identity, memories, ministry, all blending into one unified move of God.

The third coffee was unknown. I hoped it was Peppermint Mocha, my favorite. Something familiar… but still new.

Maybe that’s the future: something exciting, something refreshing, something that tastes like you’ve never had it before, but still feels like Jesus.

When I look at it, the dream almost feels like the Christmas story:

• Past: my grandma, her faith, her legacy

• Present: the Christmas Blend, God blending everything in my life

• Future: the unknown peppermint mocha, the new thing coming

  
  

Right Now I’m Still in the Middle

I’m not at Mount Worthy yet. I’m in the messy middle, the hallway of transition.

But I know this:

God is getting rid of the old. God is making room for the new. God is blending everything together for His glory. And God is restoring my joy.

I’m shifting, even if it’s slow, even if it’s uncomfortable, even if it’s not pretty.

And that’s okay.

Because Jesus is decorating this season differently. He’s the one writing the new story. And He’s the one leading me into the next level of faith