I am “MOVING” Mondays


I've moved!

I’ve moved!

Ok, so this isn’t a post about anything identity related, except the identity of this blog ;-)

If you’ve noticed, my WordPress URL is back to jesswright.wordpress.com.  This is because I’ve moved my blog to a different hosting site!  As Eric Carmen would sing, “I’m all by myself, don’t want to be all by myself anymore”

Except… I do want to be by myself!  It’s cheaper and I have more freedom.

Wait a minute… those are some words of wisdom ;-)

I have taken my URL, rollawaystones.com, and will continue to blog there.

SO, bookmark, save, sign up for email, or do whatever you need to so you can continue to read my new posts.  I’ll still be logging into WordPress in order to stay linked into the community, so don’t you worry, you can’t get rid of me that easily.

I am “FEARLESS” Mondays


Little Jess

Little Jess

Growing up, I was a very rambunctious little kid.  My dad would probably say that this an understatement.

He would probably right.

I was a screamer as a baby.  I terrorized every cat that my family owned, I punched all the other kids in pre-school, I jumped off from the highest point of the playground to land in a big sand pit, I gave myself a bloody nose trying to play basketball with the big kids, I would do flips off the side of our pool, and I would pick fights with my older sister.

I walked on stilts, rode my bike down big hills, and rollerbladed down even steeper hills.  I wiggled under electric fences to see how close to the cows I could get before they stampeded me…. give me a break, I lived in Iowa at the time ;-)

I obviously did not think about the consequences of my actions.  I had no fear about  what could happen to me.

When I was 9 years old, my dad took a job as the director of FEMA in the city of Cedar Rapids, Iowa.  So, my family packed up our Florida life, bought heavy winter coats, and moved to the midwest.  It wasn’t long until my dad was coming to my school to teach about being prepared for an emergency.

All I heard was, “A tornado is going to wipe out the whole city and everyone who isn’t in a basement is going to die.”

Obviously, that’s not an accurate statement nor did my dad ever say this, but somewhere in my 9 year old mind I thought the Wizard of Oz was a pretty actuate picture of how tornados work… minus all the singing munchkins.

Though that would take the edge off of having to die in a tornado.

#OverActiveImagination #RepresentingTheLollipopGuild

Tornados were a gateway fear.  It wasn’t only, “What if our house gets blown away,” but What if our house burned down?  What if someone broke in and stole everything?  What if that person attacked my parents?  What if we got in a car accident?  What if mom and dad died?  What if I got kidnapped?   What if the gas stove was left on and the house blew up?  What if I left my curling iron on?  What if the toaster fell into the sink while I was washing dishes?

As I got older my fears and anxiety became incorporated into my daily life.  In college, I would get nervous and anxious over small issues.

Am I going to be late?  What time is it?  What if I didn’t do the assignment right?  Where am I going to sit?  What if I get lost? What time is it?  What if the professor doesn’t like me?  What if I get reprimands for wearing the wrong kind of sweater. What time is it?  What if a tornado comes?  There are no basements!  What time is it?

Up until about 2 years ago, I really struggled with fear and anxiety.

2 years ago, I was in a car accident where I totaled my car after breaking hard for an animal.  I’ll have to share that story in a future post, but I remember laying in my bed a few days after my accident feeling afraid to drive my car.

In that instance, I sat straight up in my bed and said out loud, “No!  Perfect Love casts out all fear!  Jesus is love and He is living and dwelling within me.  So, there is NO room for fear to reside!”

The fear was shut off like a light switch.  Peace flooded into my room.  From that point on, any time fear tried to inch it’s way into my life, I reminded myself that I have perfect love living inside of me.

Perfect Love casts out all fear.

2013-12-23 20.05.08You guys, God did not create us to live in fear.  I’m not taking about the fear of the Lord, but I’m talking about the monsters in your closet type of a fear.  There may be times where we feel scared or anxious, but isn’t that one of the Devil’s many tricks?  To put ideas in our minds in hopes that we make decisions based off of them?

It goes back to the question, “What are we thinking about?

Take heart, my friends.

The TRUTH is that perfect LOVE casts out fear.

We don’t have to live afraid.  Just follow Perfect Love (that’s God) and it will all be good.

How TOsday: Shabby Chic Wreath


I don’t know about you, but I can never find a good wreath for my front door.  They’re either all too glitzy or too plain.  So I’ve taken up wreath making!  Only seasonal of course and only when my door needs a spruce ;-)

This week I decided to do a video tutorial featuring my crafty hands and my helper, Rosie.  Let me know what you think.  If you’ve tried your hand at wreath making or already make your own wreaths then leave a comment or a link below with your creation.

“I am GROWING” Mondays


2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come.

I am MondaysI’ve been in church services where people have come forward and they get radically changed.  I’ve seen people instantly healed, delivered, changed from the inside out, and made new instantly.  They come into church one person and leave completely new.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had one of these epic experiences.  I’ve struggled with my struggles and wrestled with challenges.  I’ve never walked into a sanctuary and been radically changed or suddenly set free from habitual sin.

I used to think, “I must not desire God enough,” “I must not be ready to be changed,” or “My relationship with Jesus isn’t strong enough to experience that.”

I couldn’t have been further from the truth.  I am a new creation!  Sometimes the evidence of being a new creation happens instantly and other times slowly… it’s called growth.

growing a plantGrowth comes in all different shapes and sizes.  God is in the business of growing people and no two people grow the same way.

But let’s stop and think about this for a minute…

Before something beautiful and sustainable can come forth, roots have to grow and become anchored in something that will promote good growth.

We have to stop being focused on how we want to grow and how the world wants us to grow and focus on how God wants us to grow.

Take notes on how He’s anchoring you.  Look at how He’s developing your roots.  See where He’s placing you.

It’s all for a purpose!  So live in it.

Stop complaining about where you are in life.  Stop being jealous of others and their accomplishments.  Stop wishing to have another life or be in a different place.  This prevents growth.

Start being thankful for where God has placed you in this life.  Start being grateful for thoseplant in water around you and that their journey is different from yours.  Start hoping for the good things that God has for your life.  This promotes growth.

You were a new creation when you accepted the gift of salvation from Jesus and He cut you away from sin and death.

He’s placed you in the water that brings LIFE.

His Life.

He will grow you into something beautiful… because He’s faithful to finish the work He started. (Philippians 1:6)

So… drink up and get growing ;-)

Harry the Monster


Let me tell you a beloved little story that all of us Wright’s enjoy.

kid on a horseOnce upon a time there was a little girl named Jess.  She was a darling little thing with curly brown hair, big brown eyes, the sweetest and most well mannered demeanor, and never ever misbehaved… not to mention she wore cute plastic pink glasses that consumed 58% of her angelic face.

(That’s me… in case you were wondering.  The details have gotten a little fuzzy over the years, especially the parts about my stellar behavior and attitude)

Little Jess, being as adorable as she could be, had a deep desire to be in the midst of the action.  When her parents put her to bed, she would kick, scream, and hide under the bed in order to prevent anyone from trying to brush her teeth and get her dressed in her Barbie pajamas.  Hiding under her bed probably wasn’t her brightest idea since that was the very place she was trying to avoid, but give her a break, she was only 4 years old.

On night, Little Jess’s father told her to go upstairs and get ready for bed.

“NOOOOOOooooo!” Little Jess screamed.  Her father got up from his chair and marched intimidatingly towards her as only a Lieutenant Colonel can.

Little Jess ran.

Little Jess ran as fast as her pudgy short legs would carry her.

She could hear her father’s foot steps coming after her.  She made a tight turn into her room and right before her father caught her, she dove under her bed and rolled herself up against the wall.  She watched her father get down on his hands and knees as he tried to reach her.

She was just out of his reach.  Little Jess squealed with laughter as she had won the great war!dad

“Well, I hope you make it through the night.”  Her father said hesitantly.  “I would hate to explain to everyone what happened to you.”

Little Jess perked her ears.  “What do you mean, Daddy?!”

“You haven’t heard?”

“What?!”

“Well, about Harry the Monster.”  Her father took a seat on the little bed made up with Pocahontas pillows and Little Mermaid bed sheets.

Little Jess popped her head out from her bed.  “W-What’s Harry the monster?”  Little Jess said as crawled into her father’s lap.

“Harry is the monster who lives in your closet.  He normally stays in the closet and is very nice, but when when little girls don’t go to bed at a certain time or they get out of bed he can’t help but come out and eat them!”

Heart Glasses“I don’t want to be eaten!”  Little gullible Jess wrapped her arms around her father’s neck and told him to help her brush her teeth.

Little Jess’s father tucked her in bed, said bedtime prayers, and kissed her forehead.  “Goodnight, Jessica!”

“Daddy, is Harry the monster going to eat me tonight?”

“No, Baby Doll, you’re in bed.  As long as you stay in bed, you’ll have sweet dreams and I”ll see you in the morning.”

The End.

My dad went to great measures to get me to go to bed.  He probably thought about duct taping me to bed if he didn’t have to try to hold down a flailing, 50 pound wiggle worm.

Harry the monster was his only defense.  At the time probably thought, “This is a great idea!”

Eventually, my whole family got in on this action.  One time, my sister went to her room and banged on her wall that was behind my closet and yelled “THIS IS HARRY!  I’M GOING TO EAT YOU!!!”

I shot straight out of my bed and ran down the hallway screaming bloody murder into my parents room.

It might have been at that point that my dad was having second thoughts….