Jessica Huffman

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Huffman Summer 2018!

Summer 2018 has begun in the Huffman household!

With Jason and I leading full ministry lives, it’s important to us that our babes are intentional with their Summer rhythm. We are fully embracing that each day will look slightly different, however, starting with BIG goals gives their minds something to focus on and their hearts growing. 

A few goals are weekly and become “their pick” regarding dinner ideas, activity of their choice, and a friend day! As they grow older, I’m realizing the importance of them owning and taking responsibility for their growth and activities; it’s never easy but it’s going to be worth it.


Health – 30 Min of Physical Activity
Spiritual – 15 Min of Bible Reading & Make a Prayer List
Mental – 30 Min of Reading
Mental – One Writing Activity
Emotional/Relational – Friend Day (Once A Week)
Emotional/Relational – Family Activity (Once A Week)
Emotional/Relational – One Activity of Your Choice (Once A Week 3 hours)
Chore – Mom Picks (Daily)
Chore – Keep Room Clean (Daily)
Hygiene – Teeth/Face/Shower (Daily)
Chores – House Cleaning (Once A Week)
Business – 1 hour daily
Good Attitude
Lots of Laughing


All goals are listed in an Excel spreadsheet with a check box next to them. I’ve printed one week (6 days worth) and leave Sunday as our church/Sabbath day. As a wise person once said, “The days are long, but the years are short”, so Summer 2018 will be one for the books!

What about you? What’s your plans, goals, intentional actives for Summer 2018? Care to share some other ideas with me? 

With all my heart,



Living Unoffendable

You probably read my earlier image/post and were like “Whatever, Jess…almost impossible.” Breath; you’re not alone in this journey of living wholehearted (Thanks Brene Brown for making that word so radically awesome) and free. It’s hard and it takes serious amounts of work, however, if we can focus our energy towards becoming unoffendable vs. getting over offenses, we actually become highly productive instead of reactive to the world and it’s ways.

In order to become unoffendable, we need to understand what an offense is and then what the Bible has to say and applying it practically. 

Webster’s definition of offense:

“Annoyance or resentment brought about by a perceived insult to or disregard for oneself or one’s standards or principles.”

Notice the two words we will focus on:

“perceived”  and “oneself” 

In a nutshell, being offended has everything to do with how you perceive yourself and then how you perceive the offender.


To live unoffendable let’s talk about YOU!


1. Understand that offense begins with areas you are most insecure in. 

If you feel like your being excluded, then you will see, hear, and respond like everyone is excluding you. When someone didn’t invite you to that hang-out (because they forgot, etc.) it affirms the insecurity that you’re not wanted or belong and BOOM, you’re offended at them for a way you feel. 

The sting of the offense might come but allow yourself to feel the pain and then decide to not let it settle or apply more meaning other than “it hurts”.  A wise man once said, “It is the mark of an educated (trained mind) to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”  – Aristotle

Entertain the sting/pain or the “ouch” moment and then move on. It does not deserve your time nor attention. You’re far to purpose-filled to be pain-filled by offense, so be ruthless about your insecurities and then incredibly devoted to God’s truth in those areas. 

Jesus talked about offense in Luke 17 saying “when they come”. The offenses ARE coming and the more you grow, gain success, expand your thinking, dream, take risks, the more potential offenses will come. Jesus also said, “you shall forgive them” again and again and again…well, you get the point. 

Insecurities are the other side of pride’s coin; it’s your belief that you’re not good enough in areas. Pride says “we are better than them” in areas and it’s the same coin that goes with us in every walk of life and will jingle loud in your pocket with every season of growth. 

May I be honest? You’re not good enough. Life with Jesus was never designed to be about “good enough” because once we accepted Him, He became our “More Than Enough”! Shake off that worldly thinking, leave self-pity behind and go dwell in God’s goodness and love over and for you. 


To live unoffendable let’s talk about THEM!


2. Believe the best….even if it’s really the worst. 

Ever had your intuition radar go off the charts with people? Yeah, me too and it’s the worst deciphering someone motives and intentions until one day a verse smacked me in the head and my heart and mind changed. 

“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble (honoring), whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” – Philippians 4:8

When people were the worst or the truth was coming out, my flesh wanted to scream, “I told you so” to everyone who I shared my heart (which was a mask for my offense) with. Even though who and what they were was truth, God was asking me to literally go-down the list of each values in Philippians 4:8. 

God: Was it true?

Me: No! 

God: Is what you’re thinking noble (honoring)?

Me: **Wide eyes and blank stare.

Even though they offended me, I still had an obligation to HONOR! It was not. In fact they were being ripped to shreds in my mind. Regardless of their actions and words, I still had a commitment to honor them in my mind by remembering they are God’s creation and deserved the highest respect and honor. The fight to honor in our minds will always prevail in our words and actions.

Once I got past the noble part, then there was…right…pure…lovely…admirable….then excellent and praiseworthy…UGH! 

Soooooo HARD, right? The truth is where we send our thoughts, we land our energy (physical and emotional). 

Believing the best in the middle of the worst will keep your heart free from offense and your life happy. Don’t stop there! Once you are believing, then start speaking the “excellent and praise-worthy” qualities over that person, too that person, but mostly over the situation that happened. 


My prayer for you is to remain both resilient and soft in a world that continues to settle in resentment, bitterness and un-forgiveness. 

Believe in you friends,


PS – Stay tuned for my next blog talking about the other part of Luke 17 and “going to your brother/sister”. 

Meant To Be!

“I believe in Christ like I believe in the sun, not because I can see it, but by it I can see everyone else.”
-C.S. Lewis


I’ve always known who God was.

I wish I remembered the first time He was introduced to me, the very moment that someone told me that somewhere in the sky, lived someone so infinite and great that He created the very sky that He held, that He would send His perfect son to Earth to die on a cross to save us from our sins. That His love was so unconditional and so perfect it illuminated life on everything that it touched, kissed, or sought. That by loving God and accepting Him into your heart, you would spend eternity with Him in Heaven. I wish I was remembered what that felt like. I wonder if I felt a fire ignite in my soul or if I pondered eternity or just thought, “Huh!” and continued on with my day.

I’ll never really know.

All I knew was that God was there, omnipresent, but still so unbelievably far away. And because He was so distant, I blatantly ignored His gentle knocks on my heart time and time again. I had grown up going to Catholic masses every Sunday. Spirituality was not a thing, routine was. If you stood for the reading of the Gospel, took communion, and blessed yourself with Holy Water on the way out, you had done your part. I remember so innocently learning about the Ten Commandments, the disciples, and even who Jesus was, but the connection fell through every time without fail.

So, instead of experiencing God’s unending love and understanding, I just put Him in a box. I labeled it “Who I Should Be,” and threw it in the corner. Then, I just continued to unpack the piled up, dusty cases that would portray who I thought I was. If I opened up that box, the Jesus one, I would have to put on an entirely new suit. God had too many rules. I wanted to have premarital sex and party on the weekends with my friends and have passionate, righteous opinions about intellectual topics that I knew nothing about. I didn’t want to be different. And because I strived for lack of individuality, camouflage was the fruit I produced.

I became the same girl who went to the same parties, who had the same boyfriend, who had the same sex, who had the same panic attack every month, who made the same mistake of placing her identity in another human being, who went through the same break-up, who searched for the same validation in all of the same ugly places, who cried out to the same God who she believed looked down on her with shame and disappointment. The same girl who had disposed of, used up, and torn through every single same box that told her who she thought she was.

Until nothing was left but the One labeled “Who I Should Be” in the corner. The one that told her not who she should be, but who she was meant to be.

I slipped that robe on in desperation. I put it on because I had nothing left. And even still, my whole world changed.

For a long time, I wish God had not been my last resort. I wish I had pursued Him first and found His truth amongst the mess. I wish I had had some magical encounter with Him in the midst of my haze. But I didn’t. I took every possible route, fully well knowing that they were wrong turns, convinced that there was no way a God with rules was a God who loved the girl who broke them, before finally turning around to meet Him face to face on the same road that I thought lead me so very far away. His feet as dirty as mine from the muddy path. He was still always there. Waiting patiently. Pursuing me the entire time.

For the very first time, God was not just this being who existed and created the Universe, but a Heavenly Father, still the Creator who spoke light into the world, who shook oceans at the sound of his voice, but the Father who sent a son who died to save me from the very sins I commit. It was this God, the Author and Perfecter, the Alpha and Omega, this same God that created and loved and chose me. Me. Regardless of everything I had done, despite the mess that my life had become.

And because I had nothing left, I found this God with my eyes wide open.

When I could finally see God for who He was and not the obscure idea I told myself was truth- about Him, myself, and the rest of the world-everything changed.

I am endlessly loved. I am unremittingly sought. I am undeniably, irrevocably, and forever devotedly His.


-Maeghan DiMaggio

The Sweetest Blessing of Serving!

This past Sunday, I preached on my most favorite subject: serving! (You can watch it HERE!) With so many perspectives and angles to communicate this life-altering way of living, I landed on our greatest example of Jesus Christ Himself.

He became our WHY, our mission.

He showed us the HOW, our strategy.

And that left the WHO, our people.

In that time, there was no social media platform or networking events to find your “who” or tribe of people who are on the receiving end of serving. Jesus took lots of walks, invited 12 unique and imperfect men, and they said yes to following Jesus with their whole life.

He didn’t stop there. He cultivated a relationship of mentorship and fellowship that was centered around God’s will for His life and their lives. Jesus knew serving was an adventure best accomplished in the midst of a variety of personalities and temperaments, while constantly reminding them of a God’s incredible plan for their lives.

In the messy moments, He served them.

In the betrayal moments, He served them.

In the miraculous moments, He served them.

His serving had no boundaries and knew no limits. Why? Because it was His constant act of love for His Father poured out onto His Disciples. Love has a name: It’s Jesus. Love also has a way: It’s serving. When people often struggle with the act of serving, it’s because they wrestle with Jesus’ final act of love accomplished on the cross. If He became our “WHY”, then the world becomes our “WHO”!

John 13:18 – “…I know so well each one of you I chose.”

Jesus said these words to His Disciples immediately following His act of washing their feet (illustrative for serving). They were His WHO; the people He knew so well and that He chose.

Isn’t it powerful to know that even in His commands, Jesus still gives us the power to choose Him, choose serving, and choose those you serve?

Who are you serving? Have you chosen your people yet, your tribe, your gang, your group, your team, your community, your church, your home and your spiritual family?

Most Christians who choose Jesus and a personal relationship with Him, will often choose to sacrifice time, talent, treasure to serve the vision or mission of the organization. The one part they often forget is the sweetest blessing of the serving; they become your people. Yes, you will stand at a door and greet people. Yes, you will even open your home to host a group. But when life gets demanding, or the world gets discouraging, we often forget the power of our choice to serve others will ultimately become our BIGGEST blessing in the form of our community.

Jesus knew His call of serving and obeyed…and so the Father blessed him with 12 men who loved him well and followed Him beyond His death on the cross.

You’ve discovered your WHO: Jesus
You’ve said yes to the HOW: serving
Now it’s time to embrace your WHO: your community.

Welcome Home,

Jessica Huffman
Pastor, servant, friend

The One Topic Christians Don’t Talk About!

There is a “hush” word in the Christian arena and it is called Depression.

There are approximately nine symptoms of Major Depression and I experience every one of them. I accepted Jesus when I was 13 years old and I, very much believe in God’s redemptive power to wipe out any addiction, disease or anything that stands contrary to His Word. Yet, I struggle with symptoms that sometimes take me to a very dark place that seems to cover me like a heavy, weighted blanket.

It does not ask my permission, it just comes.

Three years ago, on February 1st my strong, spirited Father lost his battle with cancer and now both of my parents are gone from the same disease. I was there at the very last breathe for one and left 3 hours before the other slipped into eternity. I never saw my parents age and I miss them terribly, especially now. The next year my husband of almost 9 years decided he did not desire to be married any longer and our divorce was final July 3rd, 2017. He started his life with his new wife, July 29th, 2017. Their new baby arrived September 2017 and his life moved on quite swiftly.

The clock still ticks but my life has stayed still.

I’ve always been joyful, full of life and what some have called me,” refreshingly annoying,” as I am a quite a morning person and a night owl! I really did not allow much to ruffle my feathers and was a very even-keeled type individual. I am loud, passionate, enjoy laughter and I love people.

Most days it is a struggle to get out of bed, clean my house, I overeat and sometimes I cannot come out and face people, family and close friends. My personality has changed and I am still very much in grief over the loss of my life as I knew it. Grief is a complex place to be in, you cannot pray it away, yet prayer will very much ground me and light my way. Grief and depression go hand in hand and it is something I have committed myself to going through and not around.

As I have entered into 2018, I have found a new appreciation for this place I am in. It is lush, green and the scent in the air is of “The Valley.” The Psalm 23 kind of valley along with the shadow of death. The following are the ways I found helps me through this place.

  • My condition does not define me so I refer to symptoms of Depression and Grief, I am not Depression!
    My future self is not part of this Depression as God already is in my future and He says, I am restored, healed and I am running the race with perseverance.
  • I coach myself daily and have sit down sessions with The Wonderful Counselor, Jesus.
  • Confess I am God’s workmanship, co-worker, child & He knit me in my mother’s womb (Eph 2:10, 1 Corth 3:9, 1 John 3:1, Psalm 139:13).
  • Use God’s word as my life manual and my confessions are my medicine to my soul.
  • Renounce lies as they don’t prosper even though they may form.

I try my hardest not to call myself depressed because I am not defined by my circumstances. I confess I have symptoms of grief and depression but I am not what it says I am, nor will my future be determined as so. I have begun to adjust my thinking and daily I fight for normalcy. I coach myself through these dark places and allow myself time with God for daily sit down sessions with what the Bible calls” The Wonderful Counselor, Jesus.” God’s Word is my life’s manual and my confessions are medicine for my soul. I remind myself that I am God’s workmanship, His co-worker and His beautiful daughter that He knit together in my mother womb (Eph 2:10, 1 Corth 3:9, 1 John 3:1, Psalm 139:13).

I confess I have a voice, a purpose, a great group of people that surround me and a beautiful 8 year old son who needs me to get healthy.

There have been times I did not think I needed to be here but that is a lie that I will not let prosper (Isaiah 54:17). I am fighting for those who share this same place with me, we can get out of this together. I am fighting so when the people who I personally know go through a season of loss, I can wrap my arms around them and say, “I’ve been there, you will come out of this too.” I am fighting for those women I meet who I can immediately see are where I once was and stand with them through it. God sees into our futures, He is already there, that is why He can say to me, you are restored, you are healed and run the race with perseverance. He sits with me on my worst days and He rejoices with me on my best ones, but I am the same in both stances because He says,” I am free and nothing can separate me from His love.” That is my hope and my prayer every day. I am bound to come out of this more insightful, more mature and ready for God’s best for my life and He is not finished with me yet! My victory song is:

“By Your Spirit I will rise from the ashes of defeat, The resurrected King is resurrecting me. In Your name I come alive to declare Your victory, The resurrected King is resurrecting me.” – By Elevation Worship 

-Rita Stanford