by Penny Oliver

Somewhere along the way, we started believing we had to fit neatly into boxes.

Faith over here.
Fitness over there.
Joy… maybe when everything else is done.

But I’ve never been very good at sitting still—
(my mom will gladly confirm that one 💁‍♀️)

And I’ve come to realize…
maybe I wasn’t meant to.

Because when I move—
really move—
something shifts.

Not just in my body…
but in my spirit.

A stretch becomes a surrender.
A breath becomes a prayer.
A moment becomes… holy.

I spent years writing about wellness, about faith, about life from the inside out.
And I loved it.

But I also needed to move.
To feel.
To express what words alone couldn’t hold.

And somewhere in between the writing and the moving…
I wondered:

Can I be both?

Can I love God deeply
and still flow through a yoga pose on a rock in the middle of nowhere?

Can I throw a punch in kickboxing
and still be rooted in peace?

Can I be strong, playful, free…
and still be fully His?

For me, the answer is yes.

Not because I have it all figured out—
but because I know my heart.

I’m not chasing perfection.
I’m not following trends.
I’m not replacing my faith with movement.

I’m simply living in the body God gave me…
and choosing to use it.

To move.
To breathe.
To be present.

To notice the way the wind lifts my dress
and turns an ordinary moment into something magnificent.

To hear the birds in the morning
and feel like I’m waking up inside a symphony.

To stand on a rock, barefoot and unfiltered,
and realize…

nothing is ordinary.

So here it is—
for me, and maybe for you too:

✨ You are allowed to love God and live fully.
✨ You are allowed to move your body and honor your soul.
✨ You are allowed to be strong, soft, playful, and free.
✨ You are allowed to express your faith in the way it comes alive in you.

You don’t have to explain your joy.
You don’t have to shrink your light.
You don’t have to fit into someone else’s understanding.

This is mine.

My life.
My movement.
My faith.

All woven together—
not perfectly… but beautifully.

So if you’ve been waiting for permission…

This is it.

Go move.
Go feel.
Go live.

And don’t forget to shine while you’re doing it ✨

Hi, I’m Penny.

I’m a lover of God, a wife, a mom and a gal

who usually can’t sit still in her chair…

and at sixty-seven years young I can tell you that,

nothing has changed!

You see,

movement has always been my love language.

It’s where I come alive and feel most alive.

Through Yoga it became my connection.

The way for me to connect with God.

Now I seem to find Him in the everyday…

in the quiet stretch of a morning,

in the strength of a pose I’m holding.

He’s the wind catching my dress. He’s kissing me goodnight in the glory of a sunset, and gives me a symphony of birds to sing my wake up call in the morning. And I find Him in the simple joy of being fully present.

I’ve come to call these moments my Hallelujah Moments.

They may be ordinary, everyday moments to some people but for me they have become extraordinary glimpses

of His grace and glory.

I may half just turned sixty seven but I’ve never felt more free.

Free to move.
Free to play.
Free to be wild, joyful, and fully alive in the body God gave me.

Movement didn’t just keep me strong—

it opened my eyes.

It showed me that this life, this body, this moment…

it’s all a gift.

So I live it. I move it. I celebrate it.

With a heart full of faith,

a spirit that won’t sit still,

and a deep love for finding God in the middle of it all.

Welcome to my Hallelujah Moments!