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PROFILE OVERVIEW OF ITSJULIWILSON
68.6% of itsjuliwilson's followers are female and 31.4% are male. Average engagement rate on the posts is around 11.20%. The average number of likes per post is 18872 and the average number of comments is 334.
44% of the followers that engaged with itsjuliwilson regularly are from United States, followed by United Kingdom at 6% and Philippines at 4%. In summary, the top 5 countries of itsjuliwilson's posts engager are coming from United States, United Kingdom, Philippines, Australia, Brazil.
Itsjuliwilson loves posting about Shopping, Children, Accessories, Animals & Pets.
Check itsjuliwilson's audience demography. This analytics report shows itsjuliwilson's audience demographic percentage for key statistic like number of followers, average engagement rate, topic of interests, top-5 countries, core gender and so forth.
GENDER OF ENGAGERS FOR ITSJULIWILSON
AUDIENCE INTERESTS OF ITSJULIWILSON
- Art & Design 78.19 %
- Children & Family 72.39 %
- Beauty & Fashion 65.72 %
- Clothes, Shoes, Handbags & Accessories 60.11 %
- Fitness & Yoga 50.91 %
- Restaurants, Food & Grocery 45.80 %
- How-to & Style 44.36 %
- Entertainment 41.33 %
- Travel & Tourism 40.50 %
- Healthy Lifestyle 35.49 %
- Music 33.79 %
- Home & Garden 33.53 %
- Photography 32.75 %
- Business & Careers 32.71 %
- Sports 32.17 %
- Movies and TV 32.17 %
AUDIENCE COUNTRIES OF ITSJULIWILSON
- United States 44 %
- United Kingdom 6 %
- Philippines 4 %
- Australia 4 %
- Brazil 4 %
gaah these two! more than i could ask for or imagine. 🖤
checking in :) How are y’all doing? I’ve been layin low on social media lately. Grief has been pretty heavy the past few weeks and I honestly just needed a breather. Sept was a wild month for our fam for obvious reasons and going straight into the holidays can be really tough on my heart sometimes. Memories have been flooding my mind more than ever and I can’t help but long for the life we once knew. I miss seeing boots by the front door. I miss watching my boys play baseball w their dad in the backyard. I miss making Jarrid’s favorite meal and hearing him say, “oh heck ya!” as he’d lift the lid to the blue frying pan we bought at a thrift shop when we first got married. I miss lying in bed together after a long day - holding hands, talking, laughing and dreaming about all of the ideas God was stirring in our hearts. More than anything else, I just really miss my best friend. There are so many things I want to tell him and gosh, I’d do anything to hear that amazing laugh of his just one more time. And yet, even here.... I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness while I am here in the land of the living. Psalms 27:13 God doesn’t always answer every question I have, but he does give me peace in the midst of the unknowns. Every single time. So Grateful for that. I don’t really know what else to do in these moments except just feel it all, surrender it over and fill my heart and mind with truth. Here are some verses that have gotten me through the past few weeks: My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; he is mine forever. psalms 73:26 He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. all these things are gone forever. Revelation 21:4 I’m not sure what you’re going through today, but I know this for sure: God sees you and he cares. You are not forgotten. You are not alone. Your life matters. 🖤 Struggling? Reach out. Talk to someone. You don’t have to do this alone. #worldmentalhealthday National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
then + now i don’t know how this happens so fast, but there is one thing i know for sure: God went above + beyond w these two. forever grateful for my wild boys :)
more than possible I’m convinced of this truth now more than ever: What appears humanly impossible is more than possible with God. For God can do what man cannot. Luke 18:27 Things aren’t always what they seem. There’s always a bigger story being told, one that isn’t fully revealed to us. And although God does allow us to experience pain in our lives, he also provides his presence in the midst of it all too. He doesn’t make us do this alone. Surrender is our greatest strength when we face impossible situations. God isn’t impressed by our ability to just “get through” it all and quite honestly, he never even asked us to. He is always inviting us in to rely on his power, which is kind of a foreign concept yeah? In a culture that is constantly telling us to do more and be more, He simply asks us to just be still and watch him come through. Only God. And can I tell you this? He always comes through. Every impossible conversation, holiday, milestone and sleepless night I’ve faced have always been met with an abundance of grace and peace that simply do not come from this world. Thank you Jesus for sustaining us. Thank you for the joy that overflows from these wild dudes of mine. Thank you for your word that soothes my heart every step of the way. He loves us when we are impossible. He leads us into the unimaginable. He longs to sustain us through it all. Be still & let him be God. He’s really good at it. 🖤
happy 32nd bday jarrid 🖤 Jare was never big on buying stuff. He didn’t try to impress anyone with brand names or fancy things. Dude was 6’2 and drove the tiniest hatchback ever because, “hey, it’s almost paid off and gets great gas mileage!” He was just wildly content and grateful for everything, which made celebrating him so easy/fun. Every year I’d ask what he wanted for his bday and he’d say, “I don’t rly need anything. Would you be okay w just going fishing/kayaking instead?” Y’all already know this TN girl was ALWAYS down for that. It became a yearly tradition that holds some of our best memories. The boys still talk about it :) I didn’t get to wake him up this morning with his favorite breakfast, the gifts he wouldn’t ask for and a VERY special rap version of happy bday I made him sit through every year like I normally would. Instead, I got up early and made that same familiar bfast for the boys. I sang and they covered their ears. We baked a funfetti cake and tonight we’ll light a candle to celebrate the beautiful life their daddy lived. He was such a blessing to everyone he encountered and I’m forever grateful to be the one that gets to honor his legacy. I don’t know if bdays are a thing in heaven but I do know that celebrations are. I find peace knowing he is in the presence of Jesus rn experiencing life and joy to the fullest. Complete. Whole. Lacking nothing. You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11 Gosh. Thank you, Lord. The greatest gift. Leaning in. Trusting. You still have my yes.🖤
just checking in :) how are y’all doing today? comment and let me know how i can be praying for you. oh and before you go... remember this: you are wanted, seen, needed, called, equipped, worthy, valued, accepted, gifted, chosen and loved by the God of the universe. you are not your past. you are more than your mistakes. you are more than your anxiety. you are more than the lies depression tells you. you are not a burden. you are not alone. your life matters. you are loved. you are loved. you are loved. 🖤
I will turn mountains into roads. Isaiah 49:11 I talked w these sweet dudes about heaven for over two hours last night. They had so many questions and I had very few answers. That’s a hard place to be when you’re looking into the eyes of two little boys who just want to know why their daddy is in heaven instead of reading them a bedtime story. Everything within me wants to protect them from the pain, and yet, I hear the Father say: lean into to it. Huh? What good parent wants their children to experience heartache? The same one that allowed his son to bear a cross. And what was his motivation? Love. I could pretend nothing happened and shut the kids down when they mention anything too painful or hard, but that’s not what love does. It steps into the mess and trusts that God has a greater purpose behind it all. Not everyone could see that resurrection was coming, but the father knew, and that’s why he was willing to let Jesus experience the wilderness, gethsemane and ultimately, the cross. Pain is never for nothing. I don’t know exactly how God will use this heartache in their lives, but I am fully convinced that their story isn’t over. He is refining their hearts and preparing them for a future that is good and full of hope. I’ll never stop reminding them of that. I don’t know what your mountains look like today, but I do know they are being turned into roads even now: a direct pathway leading you to that abundant life God has promised. I’m confident that He is working something powerful together specifically for you. Keep looking up, leaning in and pouring out. He will never let you down. 🖤
One Year I have a million things to say about the last 365 days yet my words just can’t fully describe all that has taken place. One thing I know for sure, I’ll forever look back on this season of life and remember it like this: “The Lord stood with me and gave me strength.” 2 Timothy 4:17 Every sleepless night, every difficult task, every letdown, every heartbreak, every joy, every win, every blessing, everything. He was in it and he led me all the way. Thank you, Jesus. I’ll never stop telling everyone just how good you truly are. There’s so much I want to tell you about, Jarrid. Like Covid and Kobe and the boy’s favorite things. I miss hearing you laugh. You had the best laugh. I miss our jokes. I miss our talks. I miss watching you teach. I miss watching a room light up as you walked into it. I miss your tall white socks and your skinny long legs. I miss the way you made every moment feel like the most important moment. I miss hearing the door open at 6pm with shouts of “daddy’s home!” in the background. I miss falling asleep next to you, even if you did steal all of the blankets. I miss your hugs that made every worry fade away. I miss all of the unseen ways you made people feel loved. I miss your horrible screamo playlists at 7am. I miss your passion for life. I miss every little thing that made you, you. You are the best person I’ve ever known and navigating everything without you is so hard, but I’m not backing down. I’ll forever miss trying to change the world hand in hand with you but I know this is what I’m called to do right now. I can’t wait til the day we are together again. The stories we both will have! What an incredible day that’ll be. Forever looking forward to it. One year closer. I love you, Jare. 🖤 Struggling? Reach out. Talk to someone. You don’t have to do this alone. Your life matters. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
Do you ever get mad at Jarrid? This is the question I’m asked the most and the answer is really simple: I’ve been getting mad at that man since 2012. He was annoyingly good at everything. I couldn’t even beat him in a game of uno. He was as stubborn as they come. World’s worst driver. The king of not replacing the toilet paper roll. Yeah, he was a punk. But he was my punk and everything that annoyed me about him I also secretly loved. So fast forward to my reality now. This is so much bigger than toilet paper and board games. How could I possibly honor someone who completely shattered my world as I knew it? I have every right to curse the day I met him and drag his name in the dirt, right? Yeah, I guess I could. But here’s the thing: when I said yes to Jesus, I gave up my all of my rights. I chose a life of surrender: exchanging my comfort, desires and plans for something bigger. The same thing happened when I said I do to Jare. I signed up for the good times and bad. I fully committed to sticking it out in sickness and yes, even in mental health. For ALL the days of MY life. Not just his. I’d be lying if I said there aren’t moments I’m angry w Jarrid. I’ve looked up and yelled at him more times than I can count. I’ve written words that would shock you. I’ve questioned if God really knew what he was doing and thought about giving up on him so many times. I’m mad that we live in a world where sin exists bc God created us for more. I’m angry that so many people wake up to the same reality I do every day. But this isn’t a cynical, everything is awful and God sucks kind of anger. It’s one that stirs up a passion within me to love people like never before bc honestly what could matter more? Love holds no record of wrongs, so I’m choosing not to as well. My gaze is set forward and I’m pressing on to complete what God has for me. May it be joy, pain, loss or seasons of abundance, God still has my yes. He gives and he takes, but I have no choice but to praise Him bc he has been so faithful and good to me. Keep going. Don’t give up! Hope always gets the last word. 🖤
Grief is sneaky + today it showed up disguised as a portrait made out of paper and ink. This is how Denham views our fam right now: the boys and I together. Their grandfather in the middle, probably on his way to pick them up for their weekly swim. Anddd in true Denny fashion, he included the sister he tells everyone he wants and the cats he continuously asks me to order from amazon. He’s fully convinced I’m lying when I say they aren’t available on prime. It’s a whole thing. Tried to compromise with a pet fish but he says that’s an unfair deal. We’ll revisit soon. I’ll keep you updated. Anyways, he was only 2 when Jarrid passed away and although he remembers so many amazing things about his dad, he doesn’t really recall him living with us at all. That hurts and helps all at once, as wild as that may sound. I hate that he doesn’t remember much of the life we shared under one roof, but it also brings me peace to know his heart isn’t longing for a home that no longer exists. It’s a weird thing, having to scroll back so far in my phone to find remnants of a life we all lived together. I find myself forgetting I was once an active part of something that looked so different than what our days consist of now. I’m no expert on all of this, just taking it one moment at a time honestly. But this I’ve learned for sure: grief and hope go hand in hand in a way only God could align them to. My darkest nights have always been met with a deep well of peace and an undeniable assurance that everything is going to be okay. Hope is always available, but it’s a choice: an intentional decision to trust beyond what we can see. Pain is never wasted. It’s how God draws us in and it’s also how he displays his power to a watching world that could never imagine the words joy and loss living side by side, working together something that is good. I don’t know what you’re going through today, but I’m assuming a lot of you are facing some tough stuff. Will you join me in taking God at his word? Even when the road is paved with things that hurt, He is still leading you somewhere beautiful. Don’t give up too soon. Your story isn’t over. 🖤
I can’t really explain how surreal it is to be walking into September. Sometimes, it feels like it has been a lifetime since I’ve seen Jarrid bc so much has happened since we last talked. Yet at the same time, every single detail of our last month together is etched into my mind so vividly, like it all happened moments ago. Eight years together felt like one and somehow, one year without him feels like eternity. Time is a weird thing after you lose someone close to you. It’s too slow and too fast all in one. Thankfully, God works outside of time and tends to focus on the present with us. When I keep my gaze fixed, that peace that doesn’t make sense washes over me and I find myself able to keep moving forward. Only God, huh? I’m forever grateful. September is National Suicide Prevention Month and also the anniversary of Jare’s passing (10th), so I’ll be sharing about mental health more than usual over the next few wks. Mostly just updating you on where my life is at, what I’ve been learning and a few ways we can all love on people just a little bit better. No one should have to fight these battles silently or alone and I’m here to remind ya you don’t have to :) God has a beautiful plan for you. You are not forgotten. Your life matters. Love y’all. 🖤 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
hey, just in case no one has told you lately... i love you. i care about you. i believe in you. your opinions matter. your ideas are needed. your voice is significant. your hard work is noticed. your passion is unmatched. your heart for people is beautiful. you’re not behind. you’re not missing out. you’re right where you’re supposed to be. your best days are still ahead :)
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