Essential Oils, Faith

Why I love Essential Oils

Okay, so if you’ve been following any of my social media platforms in the last 6 months or so then you will know I have become slightly obsessed with essential oils. But do you know why? Let me tell you.

Last summer my life turned upside down in the most beautiful way, however with it came the weight of responsibility, unwanted anxiety and days of despair such as I have never known.

But Jesus. Oh, I have a Saviour who cares so much about ALL things, and He set about using my brokenness to set me up in business.

Jesus set about using my brokenness to set me up in business.

For God works all things together for the good of those who love Him. Romans 8:28

So, as I sat mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, trying to distract myself from my thoughts, I came across the lovely Lucy Wilman. I had been following Lucy for a few months through a mutual friend and she often talked about how she used essential oils at home with her family. I always thought of them as a ‘nice to have’ luxurious way to fragrance your home, but Lucy talked about them as if they could actually affect how you feel.

I usually added her posts to my list of ‘things-I-will-buy-when-I-finally-make-it-in-life’ and carried on scrolling, but one day a post struck a chord.

Lucy was sharing a Tired Mumma Survival Kit, and whats more, she was giving some away. I commented to enter and lo and behold, I won! Now the kit was actually designed to help restless babies settle down for the night, but it was my own struggles with sleep that this kit appealed to.

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I received a sleepy balm containing Lavender + Frankincense essential oils in coconut oil, a sample of Peace & Calming essential oil and a roller bottle containing En-R-Gee essential oil and sweet almond oil for during the day.

I duly followed the instructions; rubbed the balm on my chest and added a drop of Peace & Calming to my pillow before bed. I laid my head down expecting the usual couple of hours of staring into space, followed by fitful bursts of sleep. The next thing I knew my iPhone alarm was going off and the children were chatting excitedly as they came into my room.

I had slept. All night.

I messaged Lucy asking her what wonder drug she had sent me. The reply came that these were no drugs, they were the pure essential oils, distilled and bottled by Young Living. Lucy told me that plants contain chemical constituents that can support every single system in the human body, physically and emotionally, with the power of nature alone.

As a keen nature lover and aspiring eco-warrior, I was all in. I saved for two months and bought my Premium Starter Kit. I then began an incredible journey learning how to maintain my children’s physical wellness, support my emotional wellbeing and how to rid my home of toxic chemicals.

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Since my kit landed on my doorstep last September, I have lived a healthier, happier life. Is it completely stress-free? Heck no. Have all my anxieties lifted? Nope. But they are few and far between, and when trouble does strike, I now have an arsenal of natural remedies to help support us through any event. From minor bumps to mental clarity, restful sleep to respiratory support, teething to tummy trouble; there is an oil for that.

Want to try essential oils for yourself? You can. Because not only am I a passionate oily mama, I am also an oily educator.

Jesus set about using my brokenness to set me up in business.

You see, not only did Jesus give me a natural way to support my health and my families health, He also gave me a business to build. I am now training in aromatherapy and sharing my knowledge with others. I am still at the start of my journey but am so crazy excited for my future. I would like to have you along for the ride, it is going to be epic!

R x

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Parenting

Working Mom Woes

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So here I am, sat in soft play, trying to bottom out some deadlines before the weekend. It is quieter than usual – possibly because most self-respecting parents don’t palm their kids off to soft play as soon as school’s out on a Friday – and I am trying to dodge the deprecating stares from moms who think I shouldn’t have my head stuck in a laptop.

Just to reassure you, I do know where my kids are. Mainly because I can hear their 100 decibel shrieks echo around the building, but also because I have placed myself right next to the exit with a full view of the entire place, so there is no way that they can escape without my knowing.

But alas, the mommy guilt is still there.

Yes, I am not playing with my boys right now, but that is because mommy has to earn to pay for their future. I also don’t want to be glued to the screen for the weekend as I firmly believe in setting aside Saturday and Sunday for quality time as a family, but in order to do that tomorrow I need to work now. The fact that the boys were ecstatic at the prospect of soft play madness straight after school is irrelevant, however, I still feel guilty. Then there is the distinctly un-homemade sausage, chips and beans dinner they have just wolfed down that gives me guilt pangs about processed food, despite the fact that I know they wouldn’t touch the Spanish paella I have planned for later.

This is not an everyday occurrence. Most days, my boys play outdoors, in parks, woods or wherever they can get to a patch of grass or puddle of mud. Most days they eat homemade food with me around the dining room table. Most days they keep me entertained for hours with Lego building and ninja battles.

But today is not that day, and that is OK too.

R

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