Beware Of The Dark Cloak…

Satan works under the cloak of the night. There is a dimension where powers come to attack behind the scenes when we are most vulnerable, and the Bible is clear when it tells us, Satan comes to kill, steal and destroy. I have encountered a few of these times during the deep of the night. Last night was no exception:

If you have been following me on my journey lately, you know I have fallen under attack by Satan himself. It’s been a war like no other in my life. There have been countless battles and a whole lot of talking to God in motion. The struggle to trust is very real because the devil does not want you to trust in God. That’s bad news for him. So, he is clever in his schemes and he won’t stop until he has you where he wants you.

Last night, I could not sleep. After praying to God and dozing off, I was soon awakened by a demonic laugh. Upon opening my eyes, it wasn’t the screeching laugh that scared me, it was the fears that began to flood my mind. Fears of losing everything I had worked so hard to get. Fear of losing my job, my apartment, everything! I’ve already lost my job as the 4th of February will be my last day. During this time of inner turmoil and struggling, I’ve gotten to know my Father God even more so than I already did.

He has given me peace when there was none to be found. Calmed my storms when the winds and waves were cold and bitter while teaching me to trust in Him while drowning. He even accompanied me in my depression which was a very dark hole that I would not wish on my worst enemies, and kept me from doing the unthinkable. I’ll be honest. Trusting God is not easy at all. You always hear others telling you to place your trust in the Almighty One, but they always make it seem so easy and they never tell you what you’re going to go through to learn how to trust.

You may think I’m crazy or have gone off the deep end. Well, I probably am and I probably have. If you faced what I have over the past couple of months, I can assure you there is no sanity to be found. I will boldly say, anyone who goes through deep dark trials ain’t going to be normal nor sane. It will suck the very life from you no matter what you go through.

But, last night, the devil made his presence known in my bedroom. I think my two cats sensed it as well as they tried to curl up next to me all night long. I sleep with my Bible underneath my pillows and at 4:30 this morning, I grabbed my Bible and began pacing the floor. I was so fed up with the evil one trying to torment me. I began to rebuke him, kind of like Elizabeth Jordan in the movie, War Room. I even noticed one of my sweet cats pacing with me. I suppose he was fed up with me getting up and down all night long.

At 5:45 I laid back down still praying to God as I fell into a deep sleep, but was quickly awakened by that annoying alarm clock reminding me it was time to get up, get ready for work. Before leaving the house, the devil began trying to harass me and this went on for a few hours until I got complete victory over him.

My fight isn’t against flesh and blood nor God Himself but against my enemy. Satan! I’ve always been told He comes to steal your joy and he tries to trip you up before something wonderful comes your way. He doesn’t want us to prosper in any area of our lives. So beware of the real night terrors underneath the dark cloak of the evil one. Submit to Christ, resist the devil and he has to flee. That doesn’t mean he won’t be back in a little while because he will. You have to keep resisting….

By Jane Hardin

In The Dark Of The Midnight…

“In the dark of the midnight have I oft hid my face. While the storm howls above me, and there’s no hiding place. ‘Mid the crash of the thunder, precious Lord, hear my cry, keep me safe till the storm passes by….”

It’s been a long grueling few months of nothing but one storm after another. My faith has been tried. My doubts and fears tested. There were moments when tears were all I had. I’ve even questioned God. It’s been a process of inner change for me and a very dark time to deal with, but certainly a time I would not trade for anything.

My perception took a beating, but now it’s beginning to perceive a little differently than before. I’m still right here in my storm, but God has washed me with a new peace I can’t explain. He’s brought to life hopes that were put to rest and put inside me expectations I thought would never live in me again.

It’s really a simple concept to trust God and have faith. But more times than not we make simplicity complex. When our human intellect moves from reality to believing something we can’t see, we tend to fall back on our own understanding. God’s ways are not our ways. His thoughts are not ours. His plan for us is so much bigger than we imagine for our ownselves. If we aren’t heading in the direction meant for us, God might send a storm to move you out of your complacency, and trust me, it won’t feel good.

The good news is, He promises never to leave you nor forsake you and if you let go and let God have His way, the outcome will be well worth the journey. I feel strongly deep in my soul that I’m coming out of my storm. I still anticipate my reason to dance before my King and although I don’t see that burst of sunshine through those dark clouds, it doesn’t mean it’s not there. I’m feeling hopeful again and something good is about to happen….

By Jane Hardin

In The Eye Of My Storm…

It’s been a while since I’ve written about my stormy journey. It’s been a time for reflecting, trusting and still holding on. The winds have been turbulent and I must say, I’ve almost given up. I’ve almost thrown in the towel for the last time. Yes, thoughts of suicide have tried to edge its way into my mind with a convincing story of how much easier it would be just to end life as it is.

Now, here I stand. In the eye. Still holding on. It’s eerie. Even the silence is deafening at times. I look all around me thinking how calm it is but realizing it’s a false calm. It just doesn’t feel right and I know it’s not over and there’s moe turbulence to come. I don’t think I have ever been through anything like this before. I really don’t want to be here and I’m scared. I would call this monster a category five for sure. As I say what I’m about to say, my tears are overflowing their boundaries right now.

But…….. Everything around me feels like death. Believe me, I know a lot about death, I’ve been knocked down several times by its presence. It’s almost haunting and everywhere I go, it feels like death! There’s a waning feeling all around and I can’t seem to escape. I’m almost certain depression has entered the scene. I have tried to talk to God only sometimes I lose my thought as my mind dwells on the current. That’s when my tears take over and speak for me. I keep reminding God when it’s possible to talk to Him, that He promised never to leave me nor forsake me. I even remind Him how He has constantly and softly spoken to me saying to be still and watch His glory or not be troubled and do not be afraid. In fact, I’ve heard it so much that I want to grab my head and scream, “where are you God. Where are you?” (I wonder if Job might have entertained the same question.)

This is where I am now. In the eye. I understand we all want to read stories of those who have encountered storms much like the one you may be going through and read about the happy ending, but sometimes, you might need to read about someone’s struggles during the storm. I can’t honestly tell you that my faith has been bulldog strong and has never wavered. It’s been all over the place and many times have collided with my fears. But, in my heart, I know who God is and I know He will not lie! He cannot lie!

In saying all of this, I’m not turning back. I’m not giving up. I’m still holding on tight for a miracle. I’m tired. I’m exhausted and drained of life itself, so my only hope and source of help IS my Father God and I hope to bring you an ending soon that will describe my newest desire which is to be able to dance before my King! But for now, I’m still here…. Waiting!

By Jane Hardin

Bumps In The Road and Crazy Faith…. 

My journey, still a struggle in it’s own rite. The passage has been one of tears and battles, but also one of lessons learned. It’s coming up the middle of the month. Time is running out and panic is trying to seep through. This is where I decide to sink or swim.

It reminds me of the Israelites on their way out of Egypt. They struggled with obstacles I suppose kind of like I do. Fear. Doubt. Not fully trusting God. Trying to figure it out on my own. It took the Israelites 40 years to figure it out, then they needed a Moses to do it for them. All of my life, there have been road blocks at every turn. I reached a point of just accepting it, and falling into survival mode. It’s really all I’ve ever known.

Today, I stand staring at my bump in the road and for once in my life I’m not giving in to its failures. I tell those pesky voices to shut up and take a hike. I finally found courage to grab hold of some crazy Faith. This time, I give it all to my creator and if it cost me everything I have, so be it. I’m taking the leap and believe me, it’s a big one. Sure, I have spoken the words that this is just crazy on so many levels but what have I to lose? Yet, what have I to gain?

Sometimes you just get too tired to keep treading around that same mountain. The very mountain you would love to stand on victorious over your Egyptians but valley 101 is a valuable class room and  God will use those Egyptians to put His glory on display. Sometimes, you just have to give it all to God and let Him fight your battle. “Be still, and watch my glory.” That statement is from God Himself.

So, I accept my crazy faith challenge with no conditions. I do know, God will never leave me nor forsake me. He will shine His glory through my situation no matter what. Job can testify to this very kind of crazy Faith. Like me, he had questions for God but soon learned it wasn’t about him at all. In the end, God’s restoration was over and beyond anything Job imagined. In the end, the Israelites walked on dry ground when God Himself split a sea in half and made a road for them to cross through and drowned an angry army that was full of vile evil with intent to kill those who just crossed through that sea.  In the end, when Jesus hung on a cross for you and for me, for every person in the past and for each one in the future, he died for us, was buried and death could not hold Him. The mic dropped the second He walked out of  that tomb and He still lives today and for those who believe, we will meet Him soon.

What have I to lose? Maybe everything, but my soul will gain eternal value and my end will be greater than my beginning….. 

No Formalities…. Just pure honest feelings. 

I’m alone. Just me and my daunting, shaky world. There are so many emotions vying for first place. So many fears and negative voices fighting to succeed. It’s been me against those past struggles that have hung on for the next big ride and we have arrived.

There have been defining moments of graces extended to me and definitive signs of God’s love and mercy. I cling to those tightly. But at this very moment, I wrestle with the obvious. One minute I’m able to verbally pray to God, the next, I’m drowning in reality. I feel the need to just cry on a shoulder, a strong and sincere shoulder without judgement and reservation. A shoulder that will allow me to speak my mind, talk about how I feel without being told how negative I am.

No matter how positive an individual you may be, somewhere along the way you’re not going to be be that person who’s always on top of things. Life happens. It happens to us all in some way or another. Like me, you will start to feel empty and out of answers. You will gradually grow numb from all of the worries, the pain and the unknowing that hangs around like a bad dark cloud ready to drop it’s dew. 

Tonight, out of the blue someone asked me how I was doing? I knew this person has faced harsh storms as well. He knew the ropes, yet he smiled and kept on moving forward. Little did he know how much that little question meant to me. I was honest and told him exactly how I was feeling and ended it with, “this too shall pass.” Then, I asked him, will this pass? He assured me it would. 

Sometimes, you just don’t want the comfort of those who always say they are praying for you. To me, that’s a cheap way out of really trying to help someone who needs to be comforted. Sure, it’s wonderful to pray. We are suppose to pray, but we are also called to be good Samaritans. We are taught to help carry the load. To lighten the burden of our brother and sister. There are those who make it their life to help others. I want to be one of those people. I’m a broken mess. It’s not my  first rodeo mind you, but one I’m very familiar with. Even when I look at someone, I can tell if that person is broken or has been. I can tell when they hide behind their mask of pretense. My soul immediately wants to connect with them and help carry the cross that makes them bend from the weight.

It doesn’t matter what path you’re on. A loss of a loved one. Bad news from your physician. Financial upheaval. Broken relationships or facing the loss of everything you own. One thing is for certain, if we live long enough, we are going to face one or the other at some point in our lives. Take it from me, I have went through every storm I just mentioned and then some.  There is no easy way out of this journey but if we trust and believe in God, He promises never to leave nor forsake us. If we don’t believe, we really have no hope. Deep down inside of each and every one of us, is a longing for something more. When we go through things too big to handle we reach down to that longing trying to find something. Anything. That longing my friend is that inner knowing whether you are willing to admit it or not, that your Heavenly Father who created you created you to run to Him when the going gets tough. He is our only source for peace and contentment.

I say this even as I stand dripping wet from the storms in my life, while dragging my feet with my head and shoulders bent from the downpour, that I know just around the bend I’ll be able to see clearly. Like the song, “I can see clearly now the rain is gone. I can see all obstacles in my way. Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind. It’s going to be a bright , bright sun shiny day.” But just before I reach that bend, I have to keep moving forward to get there. Yes, there are moments I feel like throwing my hands in the air but giving up would be the easy way out and there is nothing easy for those who are in it to win and the only way to win is with Christ Jesus on our side.

It helps me to journal my journey. For now, that sun-shiny song is stuck in my head and I smile and my thoughtful friend who took a moment to ask if I was ok, I certainly envy his ability to shine his little light. He has such a Samaritan heart and to me, that’s a high honor in our world full of brokenness. Because a real Samaritan knows and is always ready and willing to offer a little healing balm.

Are you broken? I know one who can help. It’s not always easy, but comforting to know He is our only source of help and that nothing is too big for Him to fix. It doesn’t matter who or what you are. Believe me, He already knows you and everything about you. Nothing will come as a surprise to Him. But our brokenness is His business and He’s just a prayer away…..

By Jane Hardin 

No Weapon Formed Against Me… 

This journey is full of ups and downs. Inner struggles and nettlesome stings of hopelessness and fears digging deeper into its comfort in my mind. My eyes tire from an unchanging path and that old friend, depression is knocking at the door. I choose each morning to commit my life and my day to God, that part is easy, it’s the actual getting through the day without a battle and today was not an exception.

My morning started great. I chased a rising sun while admiring a super moon still hanging in view from a frozen wintry sky. When I got to work, I noticed there was a huge cloud in the shape of a pure white feather. It hung there just for me. I took a picture of it feeling that perhaps my angel left it behind reminding me I’m always guarded. Little did I know God was preparing me for front line duty this very day.

Somewhere along the way, my peace began to drain and before I knew it, I was plunged into battle being the target every enemy of mine was aiming for. I panicked and ran from underneath the wings of my Father God. I felt I had to take matters into my own hands. I couldn’t grasp any common sense whatsoever. The voices were interrogating me, demanding me and pushing me to do as they say. It was more than I could bear. My trust in God went flying out the door and I honestly felt it was my duty to start acting according to my own will. I did!

I tried to do things my way, but it didn’t work. Weapons of destruction had formed against me, but even with all of my effort being placed at my will, those weapons didn’t prosper. They didn’t work! You see, that moment we earnestly wait for God to do something and we don’t see the evidence according to how we think it is to go, we feel we have to start implementing the plan as we think it should be done. Yes, we said we trusted God. We told Him we did, but when it came to words being said and meaning them, those abstract ideas became our defining moment, yeah, we figured it out and we called it God’s plan for us. But….. that’s not how it works.

I love the story of the woman with an issue. Believe me, it was definitely an issue no woman would want to deal with. Just maybe, all of those years of struggling with this problem that held her prisoner in her own body, she might have said those words, “I have faith and trust in God. ” But to truly have faith and trust in the almighty, one must demonstrate it. In her heart something powerful sprang forth a burning desire that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not hold her back from acting on it. She said,” if I could just touch his clothes, I know I will be made whole and clean.” She didn’t stop there. She made her way through the madness, through the fears, through the doubts and voices telling her she couldn’t and she crawled her way through the crowd and touched the very garment Jesus was wearing. That’s faith! It’s more than just the ceremony of words being said. It means you will be pressed, stretched, pulled and your faith will be tested. Are you ready for that? Is it worth it to you?

By nighttime, I was drained physically from my hard core efforts of worrying. I was mentally stressed from trying to figure it out on my own. I broke down and cried. I felt defeated and my giant had beat the living daylight out of me. I then realized, I had just went through a warfare of faith and fear. I went outside to get fresh air. I checked the mail, and inside the mailbox was a little pamphlet from Billy Graham. And the words written on the cover said, “Be still and know that I am God.” That was a major confirmation that I needed at that exact moment.

God was telling me the battle isn’t mine……God was telling me to rest on his promises….That my friend takes an act of faith especially when your world has flipped upside down and the only way out IS an act of God. After reading those assuring words, I felt calm. I felt the safety and comfort of God’s perfect and pure white feathers embracing me and hiding me under the shadow of His wing. Do I think the cloud feather was a coincidence? Absolutely not for I don’t believe in coincidence. Do I feel finding that booklet from Billy Graham on this exact day with the exact words I needed to calm my storm a coincidence? Absolutely not!

As I write these words, I feel peace inside. I may have to struggle again tomorrow and fight my way through my inner battles but in my heart, I know that I know that God is working on me and this faith thing and He will shine through my very darkness….

By Jane Hardin

Turn On The Light… 

It’s a familiar place with familiar emotions. The still of the silence is incredibly loud. Louder than what I care to listen to. Even an old familiar song makes his way into my head.

“Hello darkness,  my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again….” I feel the shadows gathering and I begin to question,  what will become of me? With the darkness come fear and a basket full of ugly…So again, I ask, what will become of me? 
“In restless dreams I walked alone.” Paul Simon must have experienced a real encounter with something that shook his world with an influence to  pen this song back in the early sixties. At 5:30 this morning, I was still awake staring into the abyss outside my bedroom window. I’m very fortunate to have such a beautiful view at night from my room upstairs. The trees, the moon and stars that peep through the branches is an incredible sight which is why I leave the blinds pulled, just so I can lie in bed and adore the sky above me.

But adoration was far from my mind. The only occupants in my head were hard tears that spoke without speaking and those voices hearing without listening and dared me to disturb the sound of silence, the dark which seemed more like a fearsome jungle. 

At a quarter till six, my two cats, Rodimus and Optimus Prime cuddled up to me together. It’s rare that they do this at the same time. I choose to believe they too felt the awkwardness of the darkness or the nagging nudge of first dawn arriving knowing their human would rebuttel the adage, “rise and shine.” . They knew something wasn’t right with me. That alone caused a shift in my silent behavior sending me out of my bed and straight to the light switch where I killed that sullen black emptiness. 

It was quite liberating actually. I got the full vision of all of my surroundings and the light casted a new view, a new perspective. All of those dark emotions that entertained me all night long suddenly vanished and I could smile simply because there was  light and my confidence increased with my new visibility. My old friend, “darkness” was relinquished and there was noise. Pillows being fluffed a bed being made and talking to my sweet adorable cats while they sat there staring at me in unison, I knew they thought I was crazy. But I noticed with the light on, I felt calm, peaceful and was able to hum a tune or two. I could sense a new destination arise in me, fears being diminished.

It’s amazing what light can do to the darkness. Jesus IS the light! The light that is the true gospel. There will be moments we all will face some harsh battles in the dark. You will cry. You will feel empty, hopeless, worthless, guilt, anger and the list goes on. This is where we should run to the light. There is safety there. Jesus said, ” I am the true light that lighteth every man that come into the world.” When we realize the light is our source, it’s comforting to know that our next battles with monsters of the night can be tamed by simply taking charge and turning on the light.

We have the gift of light. Not only is it for our own battles, but for others who fall over the stumps and roots of the earth at night. When your brother or your sister fall into hard times, don’t just offer your prayer, take your light to them and extend your hand. What would Jesus do? He would do the same! He would pick you up and remind you to fear not and assure you He’s with you always. A little light is a sure cure for the sound of silence….

By Jane Hardin 

Take My Hand… 

The news wasn’t exactly what I was expecting today but knew eventually it would come. I had been telling myself to prepare, but also could not let go of my hope that it would last a little bit longer.

The new year, 2018, is upon us. Only two days away. Today, I learned my job will end in February of this new year rolling in. I was the only employee called in to be told the news face to face. The other girls were sent texts which I felt was incredibly sad feeling they too deserved to be told in person.

I came back home feeling kind of numb, yet relieved. Just this morning, I committed my day and everything in it to God. You see, I’m learning to trust. My trust issues have been one for the books and it has proven to be a sloppy area in my life. I suppose God doesn’t like sloppy and now it’s sink or swim.

I sit on my sofa all noise blocked out and I whisper to my Heavenly Father. There are moments I don’t know what to say, then other moments I remind myself out loud that I made a commitment to God to give each day  and comitt everything in it to Him. But, that familiar battle begins in my mind. That inner struggle. Tears swell, then overflow. I catch myself falling, regressing back to a past I have tried to escape for so long.

For a moment, I close my eyes and there I am. Alone on a boat, on an angry raging sea. I feel fear begin to rear it’s ugly head but I tell it not this time! No more! Then out of the darkness,  a hand reaches toward me and I hear His words softly and tenderly, “take my hand and wade out with me. Not in the safety zone, but where the waters are deep.” I didn’t waste time taking His hand. I felt peace surge through my being.

Yes, it was a moment of imagination but only because I immediately thought of Christ’s followers on their mission at sea one night when they became faithless and fearful as a monstrous storm found them. Jesus came to them saying “do not be afraid.” Jesus reached His hand out and told his follower, Peter, to leave the safety of the boat and walk with Him on water. Peter did! But quickly took His eyes off of his safety net, Jesus Christ, and fear began to sink him.

As for me, I’m tired of sinking. I want and need a brand new start. I don’t want to look back in my past moments and relive those fears. I’ll only look back to look at what God saved me from. I will take His hand now and step out of the boat. Many claim the boat is the safety net, but God tells me to take His hand and not depend on what I think I know,  but rather believe and trust in what His plans for my future are and it certainly doesn’t involve a boat on an angry sea….

By Jane Hardin

Faith, Fear, Insanity oh my. 

As I stared at the brilliant, faceted stone on my finger, I felt that familiar ache in my belly.  My mind had begun war within itself. I found myself looking full face into the eyes of fear just minutes after telling God I trusted Him. 

I’ve been carrying a heavy load on my shoulders for over six months. That load held my financial burdens, my health issues and a great fear with two annoying words attached, “what if?” But, in my moments of doubts and fears, there was a paradox: though I felt so all alone in my messed up crazy mindset, I wasn’t alone or so the Bible told  me so. This is where insanity kicked in. 

I’m the type of person who is constantly doing reality checks and in one minute I’m pouring my heart out to God when fear launches itself into my mind and the next,  I’m confident and at peace that God has got this. It’s like my mind is on some kind of acid trip or it has a vicious case of bi-polar on steroids. The struggle is definitely real. I often feel like I’m the referee and my contenders are always faith and fear. I see myself standing between the two trying to keep the one from attacking the other. It’s enough to make anyone crazy! 

So, while staring at that ring on my finger as I lay in bed sick with pneumonia, left brain and right brain hashing it out, insanity sitting on her pinnacle, I wondered. I stared and I wondered about how messed up can a human really become. My thoughts swarming with chaos and voices screaming in both ears, “you’re going to make it” “you’re not going to make it!” All of this accompanied by another voice, “it doesn’t have to be this way, you could end all of the madness right now and never worry again.” I’m not sure if that qualifies me as suicidal and I choose to say I’m not suicidal because I know I could never pull it off. But still, that one voice I believe the majority of us encounter, you know the one where you too hear those same words,” you could end all of the madness right now…” 

But….. somewhere in the grueling mess of my mental struggle, there’s another voice. It’s kind. It’s soft and peaceful. It doesn’t scream out at me. It whispers and is calming. It’s God! He reminds me to cast all of my fears, struggles and contenders on His shoulders. He reminds me that the battle isn’t mine to let Him have it.  I always wind up apologizing to God for doing exactly what He tells me not to do over and over again in His word. DO NOT FEAR! 

Tonight, that war was raging in my head. It felt like a searing wilderness and the land of promise strategically placed side by side and all I had to do was make a choice to decide which side I wanted to be standing on. The battle was breaking me to the point I started questioning the almighty one. You know. Questions like, “where are you in all of this God?”  “Why are you allowing this to happen when you know I want so badly to just trust and believe?”  His answer? There wasn’t one! 


 In my moment of collision, I’m reminded that fear is not of God. I’m also reminded that it only takes a little faith, you know, a little dab will do you kind of faith? It’s a choice we are given. Who and what are we going to believe? In my moment of chaos, I cried out to God to please calm my inner storm more like an inner violent hurricane and just give me some kind of something, anything, a sign, just something to let me know He’s listening. Then, I open my Bible app on my phone and there was my peace card. A sign. My favorite Bible verse in big print jumping out at me. “But those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they  shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:13

My sovereign Lord. He measures waters in the palm of his hand and holds dust of the earth in a basket and even weighs mountains on the scales. He knows the number of hairs on my head and even knows every tit and tat that finds it’s way into my crazy brain. After all, He did create me and promised me and you, He would never leave us nor forsake us even when we beg to differ. It’s up to us! It’s our decision to make that choice. Faith or Fear…. Trust me, you can’t have both going on, that’s insanity! It’s my belief, that it’s not a one time choice. We have to decide every single day upon awakening how it’s going to be. I’m learning this on my journey in my crazy messed up world. 

From my heart to yours, don’t settle for crazy! Don’t allow fear  a very ugly,  vicious contender to sabotage your world. It will! 

By Jane Hardin 

February- Heart Month

This blog is dedicated to my precious mother, Savannah I. Hardin.

Since the death of my mother, I vowed to educate women to the best of my knowledge on heart disease which is the number one killer among women. Cardivascular disease is also the leading cause of death in the USA with one in every three deaths being related to heart disease and stroke which equals to  two thousand, two hundred deaths per day.

It is my mission to do all I can to stress the importance of good health and healthy habits. I have had to make choices for improvement and prevention. Heart disease runs rampant in my family genes due to high blood pressure and cholesterol problems which are brought on by bad choices and lack of exercise. There are many things you can do make changes to better your health. If you are a smoker, seek help and be determined to quit smoking. Eating habits are also very important. Opt for healthier recipes and drink lots of water. Exercise is also essential for good health and prevention. Just thirty minutes a day can change your life in many ways.

February is Heart Month which has been put aside by the American Heart Association which I suport. Each day this month, I will post motivatational pledges and encourage those who want to make changes in their everyday lives to improve and prevent. There are many helpful things you can do for yourself or someone whom you love. “Million Hearts” an association that has the support of multiple federal agencies including the American Heart Association and the Pharmacists Association and many others have pledged to prevent one million heart attacks and strokes by the end of 2016. Their goal is to empower Americans to make healthy choices and improve care for people who need treatment. I ask that you join with me as this is a very important and personal endeavor to take the Million Hearts pledge at . You can also take classes at the Red Cross Assocaition for CPR and AED which is Automated External Defibrillator. It is a regret of mine for not being much prepared when my mother died in my presence as I was not qualified to help her when she needed me the most. But on her behalf and many others, I ask that you take the time and take a census of your health and be aware of the seriousness of the diseases that can claim your life in a matter of seconds.

This month wear your heart on your sleeve and show your support. Be heart healthy conscience at all times and together let’s bring those numbers down and bring healthy living up…