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Introducing our Warrior Zoe Grace

Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. -Psalm 34:5

We are so excited to introduce you to Zoe Grace. Zoe in Greek means life. She is a life that has forever been transformed by the grace of God. She is a warrior who represents every woman who has ever been marginalized, exploited, bullied, and treated like a commodity. She is a woman who has risen from the ashes of her life to declare beauty. She has reclaimed her story. She knows who she is and she fights like it. She doesn’t back down. She doesn’t give in. She doesn’t look back. And she doesn’t apologize for being who God created her to be. She owns it! She knows that every detail in her being is there for a purpose.

She is you. She is me.

Zoe Grace is a warrior showing up to the battlelines.

She says…

I am a trophy of God’s grace. Yes, broken is the new beautiful. I look back and see pieces, but God sees a masterpiece. No longer defined by shame, I am radiant. In fact, for many years of my life, I looked in the mirror, only to see ugly, unlovable, and unworthy. Words of others killed me slowly until I found myself encaged by self-condemnation. I lost my voice under the weight of others expectations until God’s mercy released me into my great awakening. 

I am Zoe Grace, a woman not defined by my past. A woman forever transformed by the love of God. A woman ready to embrace the future and declare I am worthy, significant, and loved! I arise as a warrior engaged for Priceless impact! Today, I embrace my journey of freedom and invite you to do the same. 

The Priceless Journey is now proud to offer a study guide to go with our book You are Priceless. It is a study guide that will truly transform the way you think about yourself and enable you to walk in freedom. It will make you face the lies and teach you to replace them with God’s Truth. It will equip you for battle and remind you who you truly are!

Thank you Zoe for reminding us who we are and helping us embrace the journey of freedom!

Unworthy. Unlovable. Ugly.

These were the words revealed in the mirror of my mind. Words that defined me and suffocated me. Words from my past that choked out my voice. These and many others took up residence in my mind until I chose to go back and uproot them one by one.

I am choosing to see my past as just that, my past. Not a definition of my character or the sum of who I am. Merely a place that advanced me into my destiny. Motivation came through death words as I faced them and embraced the life God promises me in His Word. Daily I made the trade.

Trading in unworthy for worthy. Unlovable for loved. Ugly for beautiful. 

The mirror of my mind now reveals a different story. Rewriting my history to declare I’m blood-bought. I’m worthy. I’m significant. I am Priceless! I’m a trophy of God’s grace, and I refuse to live one more day under the weight of shame and condemnation.

I am free, and I encourage you to embrace your journey of freedom as you make the daily trade. Exchanging and uprooting every lie planted in your mind so that you can make way for the truth of who you are.

You are priceless, my dear!

God sees you. He knows you.

And He loves you with an everlasting love! Nothing can separate you from His love. I invite you to join me in an exquisite discovery to unveil the true masterpiece you are.

Buy our study guide today and go on a self-discovery that you will never forget. Your freedom story is just a page away!

Holiday Holes

Ever have one of those moments that catch you off guard and jump starts the ugly cry?

That happened to me today while driving, and as I returned home afterward I heard God whisper “write about it.”

This morning after dropping the kids off at school I had the urge to text my mom, you know to just tell her about my day. This thought was odd for two reasons; one she never owned a cell phone and two she’s not among the living. I decided to voice memo what I wanted to say, had I been able.

“Hey, mom it’s Ginger, just thinking about you this morning. I’m excited to see you for Christmas. Missing the warmth of your hug, your smile, and laughter. I very much miss playing games with you. Watching you play and color with the kids was my great joy. I miss watching you and dad playful in the kitchen (or bantering). Most of all…I just miss you.”

Cancer left a mom size hole.

My mom lost her battle and won the war in life as she left this earth joined with Jesus 8 years ago. She died peacefully in her sleep. We awoke to her “resting” that morning. In a beautiful circle of love, as our family held hands around her bed, the tears just wouldn’t stop. We sang songs over her as we committed her to the hands of Jesus.

A sorrowful goodbye is rarely ever pretty, however, this was beautiful.

Waiting for the departure of her body I took pictures of her “resting”. I positioned her Bible open on her belly with a small pewter cross. Tears coated the pages as I gently placed her hands ever so delicately. Those pictures were raw and rare. They felt so bizarre at the time but to help my father in his grief I respected his wishes to take them. I understood why he needed that in some odd way. I watched as he embraced her and said his last good-bye.

To this day those pictures are a treasure that’s used to teach my children about their grandma. Each of us has experienced some loss, be it a beloved family pet, grandma, parent or perhaps a baby lost before its first breath. These are familiar stories to each of us. While others are planning joyous holiday gatherings with no apparent holes to fill we tend to withdraw.

We reflect, and we grieve all over again. Mourning the fact that life goes on without them. Watching our kids open gifts and envisioning a missing child that death robbed of that joy. Imagining how much our mom would’ve loved seeing our kids’ personalities displayed and the elation of the holidays kids exude. In these moments of raw emotion, we realize we carry those holes.

It is not just a vacant seat, an empty nursery, an invitation we are unable to send or a call we can no longer make. There is a place in our soul that deeply longs to see that person again; to hear their voice and to embrace them fully. To once again enjoy the pleasure of their company. This my friends is relationship and loss at the core.

This season as you and I face the empty places not just at the table but in our hearts, may we seek to fill those voids with the only one who can truly fill them; Jesus. He came to offer the hope of eternity, where God makes good on his promise to wipe away all the “ugly cries.”

‘And God shall wipe away all tears
from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.Revelation 21:4

Father God, I pray a spirit of peace over my dear friends who are walking hard roads of loss. Let the joy of this season shine through the personal darkness. May the empty spots around our tables remind us of your promises as we reflect on the beauty of their memories and the promise of eternity with them.




Seeking a Heart Like Nehemiah

O Lord, God of heaven, the great and awesome God, who keeps his covenant of love with those who love him and obey his commands. (Nehemiah 1:5)

In the next several weeks, I’m going to take some time to share my thoughts on the book of Nehemiah with you. Let’s take it chapter by chapter and glean from God’s Word. There is so much to learn from the steadfast spirit that Nehemiah possessed and his strength of character. I would love the opportunity to walk through this book with you and discover what the Lord has waiting for us. This week, please try to find time to read Nehemiah 1. If you know anyone who could benefit from this study, please feel free to share this with them.

I have been studying Nehemiah for a few weeks now. Often when I’m reading God’s Word, there will be times I just camp out in a certain passage. Right now, that passage is Nehemiah. I’m wanting to glean as much as I can from this man who had an unwavering spirit. He was so steadfast. His character was put to the test and he passed. He kept his eyes on the Lord.

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Life Can be a Rollercoaster Ride

I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace. In the world you have tribulation and distress and suffering, but be courageous [be confident, be undaunted, be filled with joy]; I have overcome the world.” [My conquest is accomplished, My victory abiding.] (John 16:33, AMP)

Lately, I’ve been thinking life is kind of like a rollercoaster ride. There’s that moment you get in the ride and hear, “keep your arms and legs inside.” You brace yourself for the wild ride. Your anticipation mounts as you climb to the top of what will be a free fall. Then you dangle a lit bit on top just to give you that final moment of sweet thrill! The thrill gives way to the beautiful free fall. You pick up speed as you head to who knows where. You slowly adjust yourself to the ride, thinking you’ve got this, it’s not so bad. Then comes the loopy da loop. One loop and your good. Then another loop and another. Often leaving you guessing of when your feet will be steady on the ground again.

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It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly. (Matthew 11:28-30, MSG)

It’s been a tough two and a half months, that I’m slowly starting to feel some relief from. It became overwhelming to keep up with this and everything else while still trying to enjoy motherhood through my difficult season. It was easier for me to just put this to the back burner while I faced losing my brother-in-law to cancer, trying to help my siister and her family through this difficult time, experienced kidney stones and a kidney infection, a couple popped ribs, and helping a friend through a difficult season herself. All my free time went to one of these things and left me little time to sit down and write. Or at least when I had any extra free time, I was resting in the Lord. Read more