Sept 15, 2025: WSPD 2025/Recent Affairs.

It’s Monday, happiness crusaders! Glory to God!

This past week specifically has had me in such a mental cloud. Nothing is making sense, there’s so much negativity and hatred in the world, and it feels like I’ve been driving a struggle bus right through a thriving society. Let me personally send my condolences to anyone that lost a friend, father, mother, brother, sister, etc. this past week. Again, there’s so much negativity and none of it makes sense. It’s not what Jesus calls us to do.

I keep wanting to do these blips on Facebook, falling into the tendencies of when I was 14-15. It’s partially why I’m so hesitant on putting anything on social media these days. To say I’ve been met with loud oppositions is a bit of an understatement. It’s cool though. I took the broken pieces of this mosaic that I call “my life”, rebuilt it to be something incredibly beautiful and God-filled, and grabbed a big ol bag of self-confidence on the way back to Georgia. There was a lot I was excited to see/do again. There was a lot of anxiety knowing I’d return to everything that I either broke or it broke me. Here’s a few things I’ve come to terms with:

Those I grew up with aren’t as forgiving as they’ve led themselves to be. Only I can blame myself for my past actions for causing that resentment. It’s always “forgive me Jenna, for I’ve done wrong… BUT I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!” and I think that’s really telling on those people.

I’m also a lot more nostalgic than I already believed about myself. Along with the negativity that this town/county curates and holds, I was blessed to cross paths with certain individuals in my time. I’m grateful to be able to connect with some of those people on social media, but if that’s as far as it’s going to go… respectfully, stay over there. If you prefer the virtual presence of me and not me physically, you have no room in my life.

My capability to love has changed a lot over the years. There was a lot that I tolerated that I shouldn’t have. There’s things I’ve said and done that I wouldn’t dare trying again. Love is a choice. It’s a consistent, conscious choice. People around me seem to lose grasp of that concept. I’m blessed to be surrounded by those who haven’t lost sight of that and show me every single day, that love persists. I’m blessed to have my daughter who shows me the significance and importance on keeping and maintaining my relationships with my gal pals. For allowing me to be the mother I’ve always needed and wanted. I’m forever grateful for you, G. 💖

Needless to say, I was excited to come back to GA to see and reunite with so many people. It turns out literally only 3 people were excited with me. People change. They hold different values. Life happens. I do often wonder if I “grabbed myself by my boot straps” and stayed in FL, if that would have any greater affect on my relationships with the 3 people. Would I be happier?

This all has been weighing heavily on me the last few months. Rejection and dismissal of your thoughts and feelings isn’t a good feeling.

Until next time, I’ll leave here with three things that make me happy:

Thanksgiving dinner, baking desserts just for the heck of it, the color purple.

Celebrate what makes you happy always,

Jenna/Starshine ✨

Sept 7, 2025: life is full of ebbs & flows.

Happy Sunday, happiness crusaders!🌻💖

Thank you Jesus for this day and every day.

What I wanted to be a daily routine for myself became something that was, in a sense, uninspired to me. For what feels like my entire upbringing, I was always terrified of speaking my truth publicly. What if someone that knows of me were to rebuke my claims? What if someone from my past wants to make fun of me? What if someone were to see this and cast their judgements on me and my family? For very specific people (who will remain unnamed) to tell me: “Jenna, stop talking. You’re stupid. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” is a very wild thing to do. How is someone going to tell me my perspective is wrong? Who is anyone to tell me that certain experiences didn’t hurt me, heal me, or teach me something new? There’s only one person who reserves that right. His name is Jesus. ✝️

Today’s church visit was awesome. My daughter came with me for her first time at Frais in Athens. We celebrated someone’s baptism while it’s this church’s last baptism at this specific location. Frais is getting ready to move to a whole new location while celebrating TWO YEARS as a church. Seeing community come together for something greater than any of us has truly been a blessing. I’ve only been a visitor of this church a few times and have had the absolute honor of meeting Sammy & Brittany, the pastor and his wife. Today’s sermon brought to us by Sammy who made a significant point of preaching that our individual stories are nothing without Jesus.

This is the entire premise of who I am, what I’m about, what WMMH is about, what I’d like my podcast to be about. While I have walked this path of life, my testimony is always Jesus. Jesus was with me during my deepest, darkest struggles with my mental health. Jesus was with me during my parent’s divorce and other family issues. Jesus was with me during my cancer diagnosis in 2015. Jesus was with me before becoming a mother, being a single parent, and continues on my journey of motherhood with me. For years, this has been something I’ve fought against. It’s a concept I genuinely believed I wasn’t deserving or didn’t believe this was a lifestyle for me. I didn’t start making my relationship with Jesus until right before we moved from Florida. I’m thankful for my little community there that brought me closer to Him. (Joanna L. specifically)

I’m super excited to get into podcast studio to start recording my testimony and give the opportunity for others to speak their testimony, letting Jesus into the conversation, and bring the church to people.

If you’re seeing all of this for the first time, welcome. I’m so glad you’re here. I do want to recognize that my testimony is my own. It’s my perspective. My emotions. My thoughts. With Jesus. If this upsets you, ask yourself why it does. If this offends you, look the other way. I’ve spent a great majority of my upbringing being silent for others to feel comfortable and I’m not meant to fit inside anyone’s mold they have for me. I’m limitless with Jesus. He ultimately wants immeasurably more. Not just for me, but for you. For What Makes Me Happy.

Until next time, I’ll leave here with today’s Bible verse (obtained from Frais):

“How will anyone know that you look favorably on me — on me and your people — if you don’t go with us? For your presence among us sets your people and me apart from all the other people on Earth.”

Exodus 33:16

Three things that make me happy:

mid-day naps, fresh laundry, a cooperative hair day.

Celebrate what makes you happy always,

Jenna/Starshine ✨

Sept 3, 2025: unpacking and reorganizing

Happy HumpDay crusaders! 🌻💖

Yesterday’s post really had me doing some heavy self-reflecting. I can’t stress the importance and significance of having a community that sees you, listens to you, and shows you grace. Without my brothers and sisters in Christ, I’d be walking this path blindly and confusingly. I had one of my best friends tell me semi-recently that I’m a “vocal processor”. That would make a lot of sense as this exists.

Let me speak metaphorically. Let’s say we’re all back at school (the school of life that is!) and we all have a bookbag. We carry books of love and knowledge. We put the art work we made in class inside. We put the notes from your friends you’d pass in class. You go through life putting through so much in your bookbag. Some of those things, you grow out of. You grow up not needing (or even wanting) certain things in your bookbag.

My bookbag was one I got when I moved to Florida. I carried the time I spent with my father. The relationships I formed, destroyed, and neglected. I hold the guilt I have with losing what I called my “big girl job”. I hold the disappointment in myself for not asking for help when I needed it. I hold the relationships my daughter and I have formed together in a sacred, special pocket. There’s a lot of other things I don’t care to ever mention. Let’s just say, after my conversation last night with a certain brother and sister in Christ (love you 5ever A&J!), it’s okay to “go through the feels” just to go through the feels. There IS a better tomorrow. There ARE opportunities to grow, be better, and do better. There IS grace to give even when you feel like you’ve reached your limit.

Until tomorrow, I’ll leave here with today’s Bible verse:

“Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other s that you may be helaed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results.”

James 5:16

Three things that make me happy:

being back in ATL for what I call “concert season”, framed pictures, dancing in the rain

Celebrate what makes you happy always,

Jenna/Starshine ✨