When I was 22, I sat in a rickety old chair in the home study of a premarital counselor. My fiancé at the time, now my husband, was so sweet to participate in further (& costly) counseling after we had felt as though we'd taken the necessary steps to build our marriage on a solid foundation.
But I wanted more. I needed more. Not because I was unsure about this man that I was going to spend the rest of my life with, I was more sure about that than I had ever been about anything in my life, but our counselor summed it up perfectly in our second session in her home. She said, "I think you came here to work on more than just a solid foundation for your marriage. I think you are here to unearth what's been digging at you for most of you life. I see the deep emotion in your eyes and I think you are here because your ready to talk about it. " It was true. Thinking about that moment still gives me chills. Talk about being called out and slapping you across the face with some truth. It was unavoidable that I felt such a drive to work on my heart at this very point in time. It was for my future husband. For my future kids. And most importantly, for me.
As counseling continued for many months into our marriage, I not only was given the tools to start a journey of emotional freedom from a past of darkness, but I was given permission. Permission to feel, to process those feelings (not tuck them away), to forgive and to heal. Most of my life I was told that I was too sensitive, cried too much, and had anger problems. And as every friend and family member tiptoed around my feelings, I felt like an outsider in my own life. Isolated. Misunderstood. Alone. But at 23 years old, a sentence was spoken to me that changed my life.
"God created you to be a sensitive person and that is a gift, not something to be ashamed of. "
To me the, term emotional freedom means to live in a place of freedom through the love of Christ and understanding that our emotions are intended to empower us, not enslave us. And every trail we face was not intended to break us, but to transform us. Who we were created to be was not a mistake.
Satan enjoys turning our gifts into grievances. He makes your sensitivity look and feel like a shameful burden. He makes the trials you face seem like impossible mountains you don't dare climb because "failure" awaits you. When really, the person you are and how each experience has shaped you, is supposed to be what sets you apart, not what pulls you apart at the seams.
We all come from different backgrounds and different circumstances, but the feeling of brokenness is the same. We are sisters who have been mended through the love of Jesus Christ.
I have found great empowerment through that love (empowerment to start a business around it!) and it's the very purpose of my being to walk alongside you as you find it to.
Thanks for being here! - Jillian, Owner of Hazel Berry
I am married to a PE teacher who is possibly one of the most energetic, positive thinking, hilarious, and handsome men I've ever met in my life (can you tell I love him so?!) . Our relationship in a run-on sentence : We met in the church youth group, dated, broke up, got back together after 5 years, he recreated our first date and proposed, we got married and the rest is history. We have two little loves. Crew is all of God's promises wrapped up in one tiny, rowdy human, and Stella is our golden girl who is a constant reminder that even when there are legos in the toilet and food on the walls, that a wet sloppy kiss solves all the problems.