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Here we are. New Year’s Eve 2012. For some of us 2012 was fantastic. New job. Promotions. New home. New car. New relationships. New family members. New faith. Love. Health. Happiness. For others of us 2012 was difficult and heartbreaking. Loss of job. Loss of relationships. Loss of family members. Loss of faith. Loneliness. Depleting health. Sadness.

Whatever 2012 held for you, whether it was full of joy or full of sadness, it is curtains closing time on 2012. The sun is setting on 2012, and tomorrow the sun will rise on 2013. A new year. A new opportunity. A year that will bring many changes. A year that will bring new things for all of us. So, I pray that we not close out 2012 feeling discouraged. Feeling discouraged that if 2012 was a great year that 2013 could be the year that everything falls apart. Feeling discouraged that 2012 was a more than difficult year and that 2013 will only hold the same. No! I want us to leave 2012 and enter into 2013 full of optimism & hope. Full of life & wonder. Full of excitement.

My friends, 2013 is going to be our year! It’s going to be awesome! It’s going to be powerful! It’s going to be full of goodness! So hold on to your hats, because 2013 is going to be full of life, and it’s going to be AMAZING!

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23, NIV

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19, NIV

Grace & Peace,



Still|Praying|For A|Miracle


Here it is again. Yet another month of disappointment when it comes to the journey of trying for our “child of promise.” I try not to let it get the best of me. I try not to be bothered. I try not to get down about and get all negative. But somehow no matter how hard I try, I can’t help but feel defeated again. Every month of dream not coming true is another month of feeling knocked down. I know God has wonderful plans for me. I know He loves me and cares for me like no one else could ever possibly do. I know that He only wants the best for me, and that He doesn’t wish any harm upon me. Yes, I get all that. It’s not that I don’t know that or realize that. It’s not that I need to be reminded of His great love for me. It’s just the reality of human nature. No, I’m not copping out. I am not making excuses. I am just being real with you. I am being honest. God knows how I feel. He knows my hurts. He knows my desires. He knows everything about me. And yet, He still loves me despite myself. So, I think it’s ok for me to be honest about this.

This is one of the most difficult roads I have traveled. It is a personal road that I never expected to walk. I never thought that I would ever have to face the reality that fertility would not be an easy route for me. I mean I did get pregnant before. I have a beautiful full of life daughter to prove that. So, no infertility is not something that I thought would ever be part of my journey. But yet it is. Yet I find myself walking this road that I thought only happened to other people. Not me. Selfish thinking? Maybe. But it is the truth. Infertility isn’t suppose to be something that happens to people who have already conceived before. But oh, it does. It happens more than we realize. It’s not that I am not thankful for my precious daughter. It’s not that I don’t love her any less. It isn’t about thinking that she isn’t enough for me. I have a deep desire to be a mother again. I want to have a child with my husband. I want to share that bond with him, I want to share in the joy of pregnancy and birth with him. I want to feel a small miracle growing within my womb, and experience the joy of hearing his/her heartbeat. And the joy of feeling being kicked at all hours of the day and night by my precious gift. Once you have this desire, it doesn’t just go away. It’s not like wanting a new car or a new purse, or those new shoes. It is much deeper. And the deeper the desire, the harder it is to shake it.

Yes, I still pray and hope and believe for our child of promise. Yes, I still have faith. Yes, I still believe that God can do what seems impossible. But if I am going to be honest with God, myself, and you I have to admit that this road is difficult. I have to admit that sometimes I want to scream and yell, “I don’t want this road!” I have to be willing to fall flat on my face at the feet of Jesus and tell Him that I don’t understand. Tell Him that I am hurting. And then just let Him hold me as I do nothing but cry from the depths of my soul. I have to be willing to trust to Him, even when I find it hard to do so.

Lord, I will continue to look to you & your strength. I will continue to seek your face. (Psalm 105:4 for reference).

In the Midst of this Storm There is still HOPE

Today brought a lot of heartache and sadness to many of us. As a parent, I cannot even begin to fathom getting a phone call to say that someone took the life of my children. I don’t even want to think on that. And as a daughter who loves her parents and are thankful for all that they do in my life, I cannot wrap my mind around the thought of taking the life of one of my parents. Yes, today was a tough day. It was a hard day. It was a dark day. So many emotions to deal with. So many questions that don’t have answers. So much chaos.

As I drove back to the house today from taking our kids to spend the weekend away, I decided to listen to Hillsong. I had been running my own questions through my mind over and over, and just couldn’t understand why something so horrific and evil could happen. I mean, where was God? Did He take a break while all this took place in that elementary school today? Did He decide to turn a deaf ear or a blind eye? I needed to to just enter into His presence and rest with my questions. I needed to lay my questions at His feet and find a way to just leave them there. I needed Him to show up and show me that hope could still be found.

As He so wonderfully does, He showed up. He assured me. He gave me peace. And He used the song “Cornerstone” by Hillsong to do so. Friends, I don’t know why this happened today. I don’t know why evil decided today was a good day to show up. But I do know that God did not turn a deaf ear or a blind eye. His heart was breaking (and still is) as this tragedy unfolded. He was (and is) crying with all of us. He was there weeping with each parent that received a phone call today. He was there with each child and teacher at that school today.

My friends God was NOT absent. He was very present, as He always is. He cares deeply for each of His children, and not a single detail goes unnoticed by Him. I have to disagree with the posts that I have seen where the picture states, “Student: God where were you? God: I’m not allowed in schools any more.” Yes, we have been told that we can’t hold prayer in schools and teachers are not to discuss issues of faith with students. But that does not mean that God is not there. As a believer you carry God everywhere you go, and no amount of legislation can change that.

It wasn’t that God was absent. Evil just happened not to care that the Almighty God was there. Evil chose to ignore righteousness. Evil chose hate over love.

There is hope. In the midst of the storm, there is still hope. In the midst of this tragedy, there is still hope. As this song states, in the storm He is Lord of all. Nothing will change that. No amount of evil can change that. No amount of hate can erase that. Jesus is Lord, and He weeps with us all tonight. Jesus is Lord, and He comforts us. Jesus is Lord, and some day soon He will set things right. Evil will not prevail friends. Christ will triumph.

It is Time To Take Action


I just finished reading a friend’s post on why she cares so much about health and fitness, and it got me inspired to share in my own space.

Last week there was a lot of talk about the Victoria Secret’s fashion show. That one hour even caused quite a stir. Some people were all excited and couldn’t wait to see the “angels” strut their stuff on the runway, while other people were busy posting “angel bash” all over social media. There were even posts from fellow Christians urging people (women in particular) to not watch the show and to focus on scripture that pointed to who God really wanted them to be.

As my friend pointed out in her post, I completely agree with the fact that God is concerned about our heart. Yes, He is more concerned about our character more than if we own designer clothes or wear a size 2, 6, or whatever. But I also agree with my friend, in that God is concerned about our health.

Come on, scripture does point out that our bodies are a temple for the Holy Spirit. So, if that is true, why wouldn’t we concern ourselves with our health?

Did you know that over 65% of Americans are considered overweight? Did you know that over 33% of Americans are diagnosed as being clinically obese? 95% of all prescription drugs are lifelong drugs.

Do these statistics shock you? Do they cause you to get a little angry? I really hope they awaken you to the problem that we are facing in our country. What we are putting into our bodies is not solving the problem. It is only fueling the problem! We aren’t taking pills to make us healthy. We are taking pills to maintain our sickness!

I don’t know about you, but this makes me mad. I mean, I know that there are times when medication is needed, so don’t get all in a tizzy and send me “hate mail.” But I do believe that medication needs to be our last resort.

Imagine if what you ate allowed you to stop taking some of the medication you are currently taking. Imagine if your kids weren’t sick as often just because of what they are eating and how active they are. What if you didn’t have to take numerous trips to the pediatrician for that nasty bug that just keeps coming back?

What if we just started living healthier lifestyles? What if we told the pharmaceutical  companies and major food companies that we were done being duped? What if we all banned together for a healthier country for our children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren? The possibilities are endless!

So, what did the Victoria Secret fashion show have to do with this post? Well, I actually was one of the ones who was turned off by all the “angel bashing” going on. Yes, there are models who are not living healthy lifestyles and aren’t modeling what it means to be healthy, but that is not the case for ALL models. And just because you are a size 0, 2, or 4 doesn’t mean that you aren’t healthy. I will be honest, I wear a size 2 and 4. I don’t share this to boast, but I share it as a way to say I don’t abuse my body to be this size. I work my butt off every day to be healthy. That includes working out, eating clean, and drinking plenty of water. It doesn’t come naturally for me, and I don’t go to drastic measures to be a certain size. And I am sure that some of those Victoria Secret models do just the same thing.

It is time we stop making excuses for being overweight and unhealthy, and call it like it is. It is time we start caring about our health, and stop trying to sweep it under the rug. It is time we woke up to the reality that we have an epidemic on our hands. It is time to take action.

If God cares about me, that includes my health too. There is not one single part of me that isn’t a concern to God. God cares about you too, and that includes your health. So, my question to you is this. Are you ready to take action and stop with the excuses?

Grace & Peace, Jac

Challenge Groups to Help With New Year’s Resolutions


We all know that the New Year brings “New Year’s Resolutions”, but why wait to set that resolution? Why not go ahead and plan to get started on it now? I am forming new Challenge Groups that can help you achieve that resolution of getting fit, losing weight, and/or living a healthier lifestyle. In a Challenge Group you not only get me as your coach to help motivate you and offer my support 24/7, but you also get accountability, motivation, and encouragement to help keep you on track. Once you decide which group is for you, I will get you signed up and add you to the group’s private Facebook group page. This page is where each person in the group checks in with the group, posts struggles and achievements, and can offer support to our group.

Here is a summary of what to expect in each group:

Eating My Way To a Healthier Me (starting December 19th): Yes, I know this is the week before Christmas. I did that on purpose. We all know that with Christmas we tend to eat a lot of foods that we don’t normally eat (just like we did at Thanksgiving). I want to help get you on the right track with eating healthier, so that when you are faced with all the yummy Christmas foods, you won’t over-do it. Also, this week of eating healthier will help you gain better understanding of what eating healthier looks like, so that you can carry it on past that one week. I will help you with meal planning, recipes, and anything else “eating healthier” related. This group is FREE! This group is a one week group. There are only 5 spaces available in this group.

Shakeology Shake It (starting January 2nd): This group will help get your New Year started right. In this group we will commit to replacing one meal a day with Shakeology, for 60 days. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner. You decide which meal works best for you. There is no workout program involved (although, if you want to add that for yourself that would be perfectly fine), just Shakeology. All you need to do to get started in this group is place your order for Shakeology on home direct in time for your Shakeology to arrive at your home, in time for this group. The cost of this group is the cost of Shakeology. There are only 5 spaces available in this group!

P90X Bring It (starting January 7th, NOT January 9th…sorry for the confusion): This group will commit to “bringing it” with Tony Horton for 90 days! We will commit to pushing play everyday (time of the day is your choice) for the 90 days. P90X can be tackled at any fitness level. The cost of this group is the cost of P90X. Just place your order with me in time to get your P90X system delivered in time for this group. There are only 5 spaces available for this group!

Have more questions? Contact me at or comment below. I look forward to working alongside of you!

God-Given Dreams


Do you dream? No, I’m not talking about the kind that you have when you’re sleeping. I want to know if you have the kind of dreams that set your heart a flutter. The kind of dreams that cause you to be a better person. The kind of dreams that you are determined to see become a reality. BIG dreams! Dreams so big that they almost scare you. Dreams so big that you have no idea how they will become a reality, but you just know they will.

These kind of dreams, my friend, are the dreams that I believe come from God. I believe these kind of dreams are “God-given” dreams. We have no idea how the will become reality, but yet we know they will. And I believe the reason that we “just know” they will become reality is because GOD will make a way. He will make the path straight. He will guide our steps. And He will go before us making a way. Yes, only God-given dreams can be BIG! God is big, so I wouldn’t expect the dreams He gives to His children to be anything but BIG.

So, what are some of your God-given dreams? Let’s share!

Some of mine are to be a Mommy again, to become a certified personal trainer, to minister alongside of my husband preaching the Gospel.  Ok, now it’s your turn…..

Opening the Bottle and Sharing My Story…..

This is not an easy blog post for me, but it is one that I feel God is leading me to share with you guys. Believe me when I say that it has got to be God doing the nudging on this, because I am a “bottler.” Yep, I tend to “bottle” things. I don’t like to share really personal things, and I have a tendency to respond with, “nothing” when asked, “what’s wrong?”, even though my face cannot hide that something is bothering me. But alas, here I am about to open the bottle and share something really personal. Not because I want to have everyone know my business, but because I feel that God is wanting me to share my story so that it might help someone else. So bear with me if this post isn’t all “rainbows & butterflies”, and if I come across a bit spastic. It’s about to get real peeps.

April 10, 2010 was one of the happiest days of my life. The sun was shining. The skies were crystal blue. And I was about to marry the man of my dreams. Oh yes, to say I was overjoyed on that day is an understatement. Our family & friends all gathered to watch as we said our vows and committed our lives to one another. As I looked into my husband’s eyes I not only felt the love he had for me, but I knew it. I knew this man loved me with everything within him. I was totally smitten with him (and still am). The day after our wedding we headed off to spend a week in Savannah, GA. (If you have never been there before, I highly recommend you go at least once. It is a beautiful & magical place.) We had so much fun eating, touring, relaxing, and eating some more during that week. We also began discussing in more detail what we wanted as a married couple. And of course kids was one of our topics of discussion.

We already had three kids. He had two boys from a previous marriage, and I had a daughter from a previous marriage. But we knew that we wanted to have a child together. So, we thought that since we already had three kids there would be no sense in putting it off. We decided to go ahead and begin pursuing having a child together.

“This won’t be hard,” I thought to myself. We will have a beautiful baby in no time! Well, months passed and still no baby. I didn’t worry too much to begin with, as it did take me a year to get pregnant with my daughter. Then, a few more months passed. By this time, I was beginning to panic a bit. I shared my concern with my husband, who of course told me not to worry and that it would happen. I decided to at least consult with my doctor just to make sure. She told me that she saw no reason that we shouldn’t get pregnant, since I had one successful pregnancy (a had a miscarriage a year after giving birth to my daughter) and my husband had fathered two children already. She told me to give it to the following spring, and if I still wasn’t pregnant to come back. Well, spring rolled around and still no baby. I went back to my doctor, who then suggested having some tests run. “Here we go,” I thought. “Let the science experiment begin.” She also suggested that I begin charting and using ovulation predicting kits (OPKs). I began charting, temping, and using OPKs.

The first test was hysterosalpingogram (HSG). For those of you who do not know what this is, it is where you have blue dye released into your uterus to see whether or not you have blocked fallopian tubes. I was a bit nervous over this, as I didn’t really know what to expect. During the test, my blood pressure actually dropped a bit (I am guessing due to my nerves) but the nurses instructed me that was normal, and they helped me to balance out. I had cramps afterward, but no major side effects. My doctor came to talk with me after the procedure, and she informed me that everything looked good. I was relieved. She then explained that some women become pregnant after these procedures, as it actually flushes the tubes and uterus a bit. That got me a bit hopeful.

The second test was having my husband tested. His test came back normal, so nothing to sweat on his end. Ok, more hope! Then, a few more months went by and still not baby. By this time I was asking my doctor to test my hormones or anything else that could be tested. I wanted answers! She referred me to an RE.

The RE tested my progesterone levels, which came back normal. The RE discussed the next steps to take and all the possible outcomes of it all, but by this time it was appointment time. (My husband is a United Methodist Pastor, so we can be moved at appointment time). We got the news that we would be moving. So, I contacted my RE and explained that I could no longer continue with my appointments due to us moving, as well as it was getting to be super expensive.

I was losing hope at this time. Yes, I still prayed. Yes, I still cried out to God asking for our little blessing. Yes, I still believed that He was a God of miracles. But let me tell you, when you are walking through a very dark valley, it becomes very difficult to be a ray of sunshine. Anybody relate? My husband still was encouraging me and trying to be supportive and positive. He kept telling me, “We will have our child of promise, just like Abraham & Sarah.” I know he was being supportive, but when he said that all I could think was, “Dear God, please don’t wait until I am 90 years old and my husband is in 100’s before you bless us with our child of promise.” Just being real here folks. I kept picturing Sarah in her old age, and thinking that I didn’t want to be old when I finally got pregnant!

I have heard, “Oh it will happen”and “You already had one child, so you know you can get pregnant again.” Although these come from good motives and intentions (and sweet people), they cut like a knife when IT ISN”T HAPPENING for you. As you watch as your friends and complete strangers announce their pregnancies and post pictures all over Facebook, while you sit and wait and wait and wait and wait. All the while trying to cling to a God who you know is forever faithful, but you can’t understand why He is allowing you to go through this.

You cry out to Him daily asking Him, “Why?” You tell Him that you are mad at Him, and that you know He has a great and wonderful plan for you, but the life of you, you just can’t see it at the moment. You tell Him that you don’t want to be bitter and resentful, and you want to be genuinely happy for the ones who ARE getting pregnant, but you are just finding it difficult to do. You tell Him you just want to scream at Him. You find yourself praying to Him, not really sure if He hears your prayers any more. You question if this is a punishment for past sins. And the list goes on and on.

I have no idea why God is allowing this valley in my life. I have no way of knowing if I will ever have the joy of being pregnant again. Maybe God is leading us in the direction of adoption. I can’t answer that right now. But what I can know for sure, is that with all my doubts, tantrums, fits, insecurities, and questions, my God IS forever faithful. He has not left my side even though I have felt as if He has at times. When I cry, He cries. When I hurt, He hurts. And right now, I feel Him leading me to share my story. There are more women like me out there. Women struggling with infertility in way or another. Whether it is first time infertility, unexplained secondary infertility (my case), or some other form of infertility the hurt is just the same. The struggle is just the same. If you are one of these women, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. And God has not abandoned you. I pray for you fellow sisters, and I hope that you won’t be afraid to share your story when the time is right.

I am still praying and believing for our child of promise (or children of promise). We even have names for them, Ada Willow Turner and Liam Eli Turner. Whether God blesses us with them through pregnancy or adoption, one day I will finally hold them in my arms.

Never give up beloveds. Never lose hope. Your Savior has you, cares for you, and loves you more than you can ever imagine.

“Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always.” Psalm 105:4 Image

“Why Did Jac Become A Beachbody Coach Anyway?”


“Why did Jac become a Beachbody coach?”

I am sure by now most of you who follow me on Facebook, Instagram, and/or Twitter have asked yourself this question at least once. I know I have family and friends ask me this question a time or two. It isn’t one of those annoying questions that I dread either. Ya know, like, “So, why are you so short?” Or here’s another one, “Can you see over the steering wheel?” Yea, I’m short. I like to look at though in the terms of Beverly Hills Chihuahua” though. “Tiny but mighty.” Ok enough of the short stuff. Let’s get back to the title question.

So, why did I become a Beachbody coach? Well, between myself and my husband we already had three Beachbody workout programs. My husband had done P90X and Insanity, and I had done Chalean Extreme. At the start of both us taking on these programs, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind about becoming a Beachbody coach. I mean, that was for pros, right? As I continued in my Chalean Extreme program, I was enjoying it. I felt stronger. I felt healthier. I was in. Then came a trip that took us out of town and into a small hotel room for a few days. “I got this,” I thought to myself. But I didn’t. I got off track. All my hard work and dedication seemed to just fade o

When we got home from our trip, I couldn’t find my consistency. Did I leave it at the hotel? Maybe one of the maids had found it and put it in the lost and found. Wherever it went, I couldn’t find it.

So fast forward several months down the line. I kept up with a fellow pastor’s wife (Michelle Myers) on Facebook, and noticed that all this wonderful health information she was posting. Everyday she would post little nuggets of information regarding nutrition, health, fitness, and Jesus. I was eating it up. I also noticed she was dedicated to her workouts. I would watch some of her videos that she would post, and think to myself, “This chick has some mad skills! She even has a baby!” She was totally awesome in my opinion! (Still is too!) One other thing I noticed was that her occupation listed on Facebook read, “Independent Beachbody Coach.” Dude, no way! She works for the company that put out P90X, Insanity, 7 Chalean Extreme! No wonder she has those mad skills!

By this time I was curious as to how somebody becomes a Beachbody coach. Is there special training? Do you have to be super buff? Super healthy? Super knowledgable about nutrition and fitness? I decided to find out. I worked up the courage to send Michelle a message and ask her how she became a Beachbody coach, what she did as a coach, and if she enjoyed being a coach. Guess what? She messaged me back! And not only did she message me back, she was more than happy to share her story with me.

We set up a time to have a phone conversation where I could listen to her tell her story, and where she could answer my questions. As I listened to her story, and as she answered my questions, I knew I wanted to be a Beachbody coach too. I had a passion (still do) for health. I did enjoy how I felt when I worked out consistently, and I loved being able to help people understand how to live healthier lifestyles. I was in! We had a follow-up conversation, and she helped sign me up as a coach!

This is one of the best decisions I have ever made! I became a Beachbody Coach so that I could help share my passion for health and fitness with other people. I want to inspire people to live as health of a lifestyle as possible. I want to motivate and encourage people to achieve their health and fitness goals. Being healthy and exercising doesn’t have to be boring (if you know me, I don’t do boring). It is fun! It is exciting! It is life changing! And as a believer, I want to help other believers take care of the bodies God has blessed them with. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling I get whenever someone tells me that I have encouraged them, or when someone that I am helping shares a success of their’s with me. It is one of the best feelings in the world!

So, I know I have shared a lot here. But I hope this helps to explain why I chose to become a Beachbody Coach. Maybe becoming a Beachbody Coach is something you have thought about but aren’t really sure about. I would love to talk with you more about it, and help answer your questions. Being a Beachbody Coach isn’t just a job to me. It is a tremendous blessing for me to be able to help end the trend of obesity, and to help encourage other people in their health and fitness journey.

Please feel free to email me at or leave a comment, with any questions you might have!

Grace & Peace!

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