TEN THINGS TUESDAY: Hi, If You Have A Conviction You Haven’t Given Over…

I am sitting out in my living room, and feel so much joyful emotion I can’t even contain it. I am sharing it for the purpose of glorifying my Father. He has put this song in my heart that He is your answer. Jesus is the all in all that your heart longs for. If He’s convicting you, He’s convicting you for a reason. The world is pulling you and you *think* your answers are found in it. 


Here are ten things that an eating disorder has clouded my mind from the past 7 years, that I am now alive to, my mind cleared.

Jesus. First, all, and a love impossible to contain. I spend time in the Word each morning but am usually convicted with anxieties about coming food and what to eat and how much and it’ll plague my mind. This morning, I truly couldn’t leave His presence. My desire to just know Him trumped any and everything. I thought that food rules kept me from anxiety and prevented harm. When in fact, they fed the anxiety, death of passion, and ungrowth. Furthermore and very importantly, it is now not the lack of food rules that is causing this joy, for they have always been dead (ah, what a Truth, they have always been dead… but I will not dwell), it is Jesus’ grace and sole Fatherhood, which has ALWAYS been True. LORD, may I praise and glorify You when I meet you in the Word. 

Dance. Because I lived identified to and under the ruling of a disorder, dance became less of a passion and its purpose became in “can I burn enough calories from this class for it to suffice as a workout for the day… etc.” Last night I had this random thought like, MAN! I love tapping so much! I really wanna go into a practice room and just work on my technique, and choreography, and just got lost, not how fast can I get my heart rate? LORD, may I praise and glorify You in all that I dance!

“Laughing Without Fear of the Future.” This statement has been so literal the past couple days. It has been a long time since I have genuinely enjoyed funny things. My clogged spirit didn’t process them or want me to laugh. I have probably laughed more wholeheartedly the past 24 hours than I have in years. JESUS, may my laughter echo your love all my days.

Johnny. When I’m with Johnny, it’s hard to think about anything else. That’s genuine and one of those little things that has always confirmed our relationship and my love for him. The Spirit in him has continually drawn me to Jesus’ presence and to glorify Him, and of course that’s why I love him. If anything ever has taken my attention in a negative way when I’m with him, it’s been food anxieties/thoughts/fears. I have so much clarity and trust in how good and joyful our future in Jesus’ timing looks, as he’ll be meeting a me that has been brought out of a prison. And I have him to thank for being so obedient and turned to Jesus. And for JESUS through Josee Foster, whose obedience to the Lord’s voice began the real and one-step chain-tearing (after years of work and failure but His presence the only constant). And for JESUS through his aunt and uncle, who I joined in praising God and turning to Him as He accepted my literal surrender. JESUS, I pray only your life-giving Spirit in our relationship.

Mom’s Spaghetti. Ok, I’ve kept having random awesome thoughts, and I know pleasing others should not be my heart– just pleasing the Lord. But there are some conversations and repentance that still needs to happen with my parents, and I just randomly thought about my crazy fear of her loving meals. Her spaghetti used to be my fav. I can’t wait to sit with my whole fam and eat my mom’s spaghetti. JESUS, my tears right now are real and are of your righteousness. I pray your covering over every coming meal, and over my relationship with my family.

Hanging Out with Friends. Planning a friend hangout always surrounded food. It had to “fit” in the day. I avoided people’s homes over the dinner hour at all costs. I have come in tune with the Cassie heart that Jesus gave me that always had thankfulness and joy over a shared meal, anywhere. And hanging out with friends… has nothing to do with food… that’s just illogical… AH my JESUS, thank-you for revealing your Truth over my friendships and time with friends.

Reading. My clarity and focus in the Word this morning made me so excited to crack open new books, read read read, even truly soak in my school readings. I have a Harry Potter lecture today that I can’t wait to immerse myself in! Jesus, thank-you for blessing me with a heart for words! May all that I read and learn unveil your goodness in me. 

House Projects.

Even energy that could go into getting to know house guests, serving, welcoming. I’ve always wanted to host a house and kitchen known for serving and prayer and fellowship, safety and home. My soul is free again and in touch with that part of the Cassie that God made me to be. Even my name Cassie sounds different right now. Jesus, thank-you for the servant heart you have given me. May it be used all my days not for pride but for you!!!

My Actual Food Passion. Yes, Cassie, I did give you a passion for healthy food, and cooking, and food photography. I want you to use these, don’t ignore them! But that passion is not immersed in the “weight loss or aesthetic” culture of the world. And I recognize the voice that’s told you you will not know what to eat and will therefore eat “too much” or “junk food.” But I have graced you my Spirit that you are leaning on now. And it is a Spirit of self-control and love. It is also not one of junk foods that make you feel sick for a reason– but you shall have no fear of these. It is just so simple. His Spirit has removed the evil and made me in touch with my body through the soul. But truly… none of that is the focus! It just isn’t it is so little! Ah JESUS, call me to share my passion for healthy, righteous foods that heal and that you made, only as you call me.

Travelling. Krystal, my big sister, is in France right now for school. I have always known that the fear of being out of control of my meals has trumped and clouded any desire to travel… but hallelujah  Jesus, if you call me to other parts of the world or bless me with those opportunities, I will only sing your praises.

Your love made a way and let mercy come in when death was arrested and my life began.

Jesus alone revealed my chains to me. This must be known. I am not free without Him, for my freedom is FOR Him, and only Him, and always, forever HAS and forever WILL be True since He paid the price on the cross. Jesus, what can I offer you for this freedom from sin but my whole life?


MEDITATION MONDAY: Come to the Altar

We need maturity in Christ that lets us not just know His care, but experience it. –Heather Holleman

I have never in my life experienced more giddy joy than what I am in right now. And His name is Jesus.

Jesus who can work little by little and so gently– but who also can and does radically heal.

I have been convicted by people I trust dearly that it is not possible to “continue to put something on the altar until it is done.” Something that has conviction over it, a burden, a sin, can only be laid on the altar once. For once it is at the feet of Jesus, it cannot be picked up again.

By the grace of Jesus Christ alone, I have laid anorexia on the altar. And as He has little by little helped me to squeeze His hand tighter over the past while, He has just created a testimony of healing in the midst of my grasping His Spirit as He offered it with every ounce of Himself. Operating out of His Spirit with a new mind, I boast in Jesus alone.

Righteousness defined by Jesus alone; identity in Jesus alone is a FACT, not a “feeling.” We can experience it always, because it is always True. It is not a different “moment” or “thing” within me, it is simply His timing that has now created a new mind in me. 

A mind that already has been decluttered, awakened, and made to see the death that I was living in. Made to hate the laws I was convinced I needed to live by.

For it is not the one who commends himself who is approved, but the one whom the Lord commends. –2 CORINTHIANS 10:17

Not once has the Lord commended me for following food laws.

In fact, he has convicted me, in His so loving way, that I indeed identified with and idolized these rules.

This has been repented, forgiven, and renewed, by the grace and movement and power of Jesus Christ. Through knowledge and fear of Him, through a servant heart given by Him for His glory.

My measuring cups thrown out, along with the physical laws ripped up and in the garbage. Overcome by the Spirit, wrapped in His arms, laughing and crying and worshipping.

We do not dare to classify or compare ourselves with some who commend themselves. When they measure themselves by themselves and compare themselves with themselves, they are not wise. We, however, will not boast beyond proper limits, but will confine our boasting to the sphere of service God himself has assigned to us, a sphere that also includes you. –2 CORINTHIANS 10:12-13

Lord, I praise you for the Word you have used in and through my life, for the people you have spoken through, for the testimony you have made for your glory.

If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. 1 CORINTHIANS 13: 2-3

And for the word you whispered out of this this morning: If you have food rules, but do not have love, you have nothing. 

In comes awe of Jesus, and fear of Him all at once. I don’t want to live out of a place of the world. I know that Your everlasting love, Jesus, is all that is not “nothing.”

And I believe with every ounce of me that this is the last you’ll hear of this disorder. God is not calling me to talk about it. I hear His voice louder than ever before, and He has put a song in my heart of just how GOOD He is– and all sorts of ways He’s calling me to serve Him that the devil has tried to keep hidden through condemnation in the law.

If you have questions or comments or anything on your heart about this post, please feel free to reach out. If you know me personally, I am always willing to sit and chat for the Lord’s glory and sake about the testimony He has made. Absolutely feel free to make that connection if you feel called!

Otherwise, I’ll see you next time. I don’t know what the blog will keep doing, but He does, and I’m excited to find out.

They will have no fear of bad news;
their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord. PSALM 112:7

TASTEFUL THURSDAY: Blackberry and Apple Streusel


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Today is important. Today is the day that the LORD has made!

And I’m sharing this recipe with y’all simply because it was a legit breakfast. Like this was GOOD.

Blackberry & Apple Breakfast Streusel

recipe yields 1 serving


1 tsp grapeseed oil

1/2 gala apple, peeled, cored, and chopped

1/2 red delicious apple, peeled, cored, and chopped

2 tsp stevia or sugar

1/3 cup quick oats

1 T apple butter

1 T pumpkin butter

1/4 tsp cinnamon

1 1/2 T almond butter

1 1/2 T peanut butter


  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Oil a serving bowl with fingers or paper towel.

  2. In small bowl, combine diced apples, blackberries, and sugar. Toss to coat, and add to prepared serving bowl.

  3. In separate bowl, combine oats, apple butter, pumpkin butter, and cinnamon. Stir well to combine. Add the nut butters, and work with fingers to create a consistent crumble. Sprinkle on top of apples and berries.

  4. Bake in preheated oven for 30-40 minutes, or until the top is crunchy and “granola-like.”

  5. Serve warm with a scoop of ice cream or yogurt.

Blessed is the man who fears the LORD, who finds great delight in His commands.” PSALM 112:1


WHAT I ATE WEDNESDAY: Fruit of the Spirit

I wondered this morning whether I would blog today. Whether God would lead me to write. Whether, in listening, I would write.

And I realized how, while what I eat in a day is a fun thing for me to share because food is delicious and awesome and necessary for life and also aesthetically beautiful, photogenic, and a gift from God– what we REALLY eat, all we NEED in the word’s most important definition is the fruit of the Spirit of Jesus.


I don’t know yet what this series will look like but I know He does and I’m gonna give Him the wheel!
Today was full of His joy and victory. I woke up, hit snooze, and slept for another hour.


Maddie and I, last night on our way home from Bible Study, had both been like, “I’m gonna actually get up at a decent hour tomorrow.”

But I’m not out of bed until after 11 and honestly, I can feel that my body needs the sleep.

And it also needs zee coffee! (Not needed, but wanted? Maybe not even wanted, but I didn’t care at such point. Plus I have Starbucks blonde roast sitting on the counter).

None of that before time in the Word.

Yawn, out of covers, music “It is weeeelllll with my sooooullll”

Last night He drilled a Word in to me from 2 Corinthians 3, about the letter of the law as sin, and I found that in my daily devotional, Jesus Calling, a gift from my beautiful Kathryn and her beautiful mom!

Hold my hand in a child-like trust, and the way before you will open up step by step.

Our Father is so good! The moment I said, “Jesus, I am holding your hand, and I rebuke the attempts of the devil on me in Your name. Jesus, I am asking you to help me for your sake, because I can’t do any of it without you. Jesus, Jesus…”

Awashed in His presence, wrecked by His Word.

Out of bed, into slippers, into living room

This morning is fun because Maddie, Mary and I are all in the little kitchen making our breakfasts at the same time, and all have so much joy to talk about. Victories, stories, sharing, laughing. Coffee, vitamins, and a raisin and peanut butter banana sandwich later, and I am already running late for class.

Iambic petameter, free verse, satirical voice

Poetry class. I’ve never been great at it, though I have a boyfriend and an older sister who excel at it. I’m learning where it came from and more appreciating its beauty and art in both free and structured forms.

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Bustle all around, You make me smile, I see You

Starbucks. I work here, yes, but it is one of my happy places outside of work, too.

The table where Johnny and I had our first date, free. Smile.

Coffee, packed lunch, study, hours, You.

Children’s Lit Tutorial: this TA makes me laugh. He is so jumbled and nervous, I want to hug him. He talks about our Harry Potter essays and creative writing project coming soon. We get to write a variation on a theme of Red Riding Hood. 

Mind and spirit already bustling with ideas, ah, thank-you Lord for a clear mind You are doing this You are filling my mind with righteousness and it is a gift unexplainable!!!

Home. Maddie, Mary, out the door pretty quick because


It seems impossible to find any sort of birthday gift for Mariah, but we buy what we think she might like. It’s funny. We know she’d endlessly appreciate and love even a used pair of shoes or a ratty scarf.

Maybe that’s part of why we want to get her something a little wonderful. We settle on a tea set, mason jar, and tea infuser. Plus a giant card for

Mariah Reichert, who tonight expressed so much joy and gratitude and had to hold her cheeks because they hurt from smiling. Mariah, who talks to, about, and for Jesus all day long.
Mariah, whose Saviour and King is truly more than sufficient for. Mariah, who yearns hungrily and with anguish for others to know His joy and their purpose in His Kingdom. Mariah, who lives every day with an illness and says “it is well with my soul” because of her loving relationship with her Saviour. Mariah, who is so selfless and genuinely cares, CARES for others’ souls. Mariah, whose voice is one of the sweetest, happiest sounds out there. Mariah, who I sat with wrecked in Jesus’ presence and by His love and conviction. Mariah, daughter of God, who I call sister, I have every cause to praise God for this your 23rd birthday, and I have felt Him beaming over you all day.
Mariah, who counts it all as joy, and each day, her prayer, be only to the pleasure of her Father.


This girl’s NAME is enough to bring shivers to my spine and a smile to my face. I love you, sista!! Happy Birthday, mon.

Home, little rushed, snack a lacking before 


I can’t explain the BLESSING it is to be tapping again. Amidst such a challenging yet kind and safe and fun group of girls. So many new friends already. 75 minute class, be a little longer?

Choreo is just starting.

Home sweet home, bits of homework, bits of laundry, bits of cleaning, all of Jesus. How amazing that in the midst of the “bits” He offers His WHOLE SELF to us, always. And in His presence, I am being radically changed.

Jesus, help me to hold Your hand even tighter. I know Your perfection is complete. 

Ah, what a day!


TEN THINGS TUESDAY: Compilation of Thoughts (A Little Random)

Song. The song It Is Well recently blew up to me when I learned about its original lyrics (originally a hymn and with different lyrics) inspired by a man who lost his job, house, and four children, and all he could do was thank his Heavenly Father, who had overcome him with the knowledge that they were with Him, and that the rest of his life on earth might only be full of Jesus and to His glory.


Pinterest. I recently remade a Pinterest account at the request/recommendation of a friend of Johnny’s who has become a lovely part of my life, as well. I have had a lot of fun with it!

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Awe. I am so in utter awe of Jesus and His perfect timing. With His tender voice, He put something on my heart last week, and I, in my weakness and in flesh, kept pushing it away. And He kept convicting, in various ways, with of course nothing but GRACE and HIS GLORY in mind… beyond my imagination… and in His perfect timing, for His sake, that which He put on my heart has been done in His name. For a time, maybe forever, maybe just for now, my food Instagram will no longer be a thing. Lord Jesus, may your will be my way.

Dance. Oh, man… it is crazy how many memories of dance as a child have been coming to fruition in my life! Recently, I’ve been thinking about the profound impact dance teachers, colleagues, and classes have had on my life, and how, now, I am a teacher. What a serious opportunity this is for me to pray over children’s lives, and ultimately that the Spirit would be the only presence in His classroom. Oh man, today while teaching I was so aware of Jesus’ presence and unfathomable love for each child.


Miss You. But love Jesus in you more every day. And that very fact brings me to my knees in trembling awe of Him.


Roommates. Mic Drop…. officially living in the same wonderful apartment next year with Maddie, Mary, Autumn, and BETH! So excited that our dear friend Beth will be living with us for the last year before she lives the rest of her life with her husband to be. This arrangement was so Spirit-led as well, and I couldn’t be more blessed.

Missing… So many friends who distance keeps me from seeing, but never from my heart! Chloe, a little shoutout… I miss you, one of my bestest friends, every day! You are in my prayers all the time, and I am so proud of you.

one of the funniest, smartest, bravest humans in the world!

Children’s Lit. I get to write an essay on Harry Potter… as a SCHOOL assignment… WHAT? #livinthedream. By the grace of Jesus and for His sake I am actually able to focus with a nourished brain on my studies the past few weeks, and so in tune in classes, and learning and feeding in and focused on Christ in literature.

Maddie. My precious Maddie, Jesus is making such a testimony of His faithfulness and of what happens when we store up treasures via utmost trust in Him. I am a blessed woman getting to witness it.

Coffee. I must say, Starbucks blonde roast with vanilla almond milk is quite truly wonderful. Isn’t the first sip of coffee in the morning such a blessing?



The name of the LORD is a strong fortress; the godly run to Him and are safe. PROVERBS 18:10

Did you ever play games as a young child that you thought made you brilliant?
I certainly did.

My sisters and I were a creative bunch. We strung skipping rope from the high deck at our old house and would play “Pick-Up and Delivery Store” for hours. We played tag and man hunt at the playground, never tiring of the constant action.
And with our next-door-neighbour and childhood best friend, we invented a game called “Dragon,” in which three kids would walk into the house, castle, and make their way up to the bedroom with the bunkbed, where, on the top bunk, the “dragon,” would scare them. And that was about all there was to it. I remember feeling genuine fear going into that bedroom to see what the “dragon” would come up with to scare us!
In each of these games, there was an element of danger, and an element of safety.

And with the danger, an element of fear– that meant something entirely different when in the safe place. In the “Dragon” game, for example, our house’s foyer was a place in which the dragon was forbidden. We always spent a few minutes there, pretending to just “explore” the castle before we knew about, or heard, the roar of the dragon.

The fortress of God is our present regal habitation. CHARLES SPURGEON

We didn’t need to leave the safety of the foyer, and it was always there. The element of danger, once we knew that it existed in the presence of the dragon, felt ominously tempting, but, while the dragon left its habitation when we kids “switched roles,” the foyer remained the same. Amidst our changing emotions of fear and excitement, creativity and instability, the promise of that loving fortress remained graciously the same.

Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. PSALM 90:1-2

Amidst any drift, spiritual, worldly, or otherwise, Jesus’ Spirit never ceases, is always great, and we can simply be readily expectant of that. This means recognizing that we are forever guarded by GOD alone (Revelation 3:3), and that He is constantly working a glorious work that brings righteousness (2 Corinthians 3:9).

I am wide awake, by the grace of Jesus alone, awing in 2 Corinthians Chapter 3.

Are we beginning to commend ourselves again? Or do we need, like some people, letters of recommendation to you or from you? You yourselves are our letter, written on our hearts, known and read by everyone. You show that you are a letter from Christ, the result of our ministry, written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.

Such confidence we have through Christ before God. Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God.  He has made us competent as ministers of a new covenant—not of the letter but of the Spirit;for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.

Now if the ministry that brought death, which was engraved in letters on stone, came with glory, so that the Israelites could not look steadily at the face of Moses because of its glory, transitory though it was, will not the ministry of the Spirit be even more glorious?If the ministry that brought condemnation was glorious, how much more glorious is the ministry that brings righteousness! For what was glorious has no glory now in comparison with the surpassing glory (*PURE FACT!*). And if what was transitory came with glory, how much greater is the glory of that which lasts!

Therefore, since we have such a hope, we are very bold. We are not like Moses, who would put a veil over his face to prevent the Israelites from seeing the end of what was passing away. But their minds were made dull, for to this day the same veil remains when the old covenant is read. It has not been removed, because only in Christ is it taken away. Even to this day when Moses is read, a veil covers their hearts. But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.

The law of God as His covenant to His people brought glory and goodness– but it ultimately brought death and condemnation, for God knew and then saw– in that order– that His people were sinful. They could not perfect the law. They, we, needed a Saviour from the beginning of time: Jesus, precious Jesus. Who lived the perfect life in His human body and continues to live the perfect life in Spirt. A fortress to my heart, forever. 

God, I trust you. I rest only in your shadow. I know that the law kills, and that You bring life. Continue to move and weave Yourself in me and that Truth in my life, that I would know where my heart resides, and then understand what is taking place for your glory and therefore my joy in that fortress; in You. 


TASTEFUL THURSDAY: Toasted Tropic Oatmeal

Happy Thursday Friends!

I remember the first time I tried coconut as a little kid.

My mom used to make all our birthday cakes from scratch when she got this cookbook with all these cake recipes. When I was five, I went through this phase of being in love with computer games. I’ve seen home videos of my three, four, five-year-old self in front of the giant computer (you know the ones of the early 2000s), playing Tonka Truck and Dora on the computer. And so, for my fifth birthday, my mom made a cake in the shape of a computer! She’s amazing.
Anyway, the cake required coconut, something my young palate had yet to experience, and so when I asked my mom if I could try a spoonful, I threw up within  few minutes of swallowing the unpleasant flakes.

It is safe to say I did not eat coconut again!

When I acquired my dairy allergy, Mom developed a milk-and-butter-free cake recipe that everyone who tried adored. The secret ingredient? Coconut oil. I learned that I liked coconut with chocolate alone.

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Now, the chef in me doesn’t stop there with flavour profiles, and so I challenged myself, worship music blastin’, coffee brewin’, and prayers aflowin’, to create a coconut profile that was both different and delicious.

And the result did not disappoint!

Loosely inspired by Ann Pittmann.

Toasted Tropic Oatmeal


1/2 cup oats

3/4-1 cup water

2 teaspoons apple butter, divided

1 1/2 tablespoons coconut milk

1/4 cup chopped mixed pineapple and apple

1 tablespoon unsweetened shredded coconut, microwaved 90 seconds or until light golden brown

1 saver date, soaked in 1 teaspoon hot water


  1. In small saucepan, combine oats, water, and a dash of salt. Bring to a boil; stir, and reduce heat. Simmer 5-7 minutes, stirring occasionally, or until desired consistency.

  2. Pour oats into a serving bowl, and stir in 1 teaspoon apple butter and the coconut milk. Top with pineapple and apple, and coconut.

  3. Add 1 teaspoon apple butter to the soaked date and microwave about 20 seconds; stir to create a thick paste. Drizzle on top of oats. Serve and enjoy!

  this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life. PSALM 27:4