Hi, my name is Kelli Fenters, Founder of Insightful Balance.  I am a living testimony that it matters what we think, feel, say, eat and pray for. Eventually in our lives we are given lessons leaving us searching to find an understanding to the questions of “Why” and “How?”  For example; Why did I end up doing this to myself again?  How can I move forward through the road blocks created by my life experiences?

The Healing and Balance sessions are orchestrated to restore balance and reveal the answers in the question by enlightening the individual to life patterns.

I have learned throughout my life that pacifying ones self with excuses,  can give us a cover up short term; acknowledging the truth opens our world to the endless possibilities to achieve.  Through my relationship with God and divine angels, I was empowered long ago to not just accept or settle for what life brings me, but to take ownership of my behaviors and hold myself accountable.  After all it’s a gift to have “Free Will” and a huge responsibility of how to use it. Our thoughts, feelings and actions reflect our state of mind.  It is the reflection we see in the mirror of what we project out into the world.  By accepting who we are and recognizing we are all uniquely designed to assist one another in accomplishing this journey of life.  We attract each other for a reason, a season or a lifetime to assist and support our awakening of authentic self.  By accepting Universal Laws, I have developed an amazing relationship of faith with God, myself and humankind.

It is my calling to share my testimony’s, offer opportunities, educate, provide loving support and minister divine healing to the soul, mind and body.  I feel very blessed to be able to offer what I am in service to give.  Whether it is; an Angelic Translation, Holistic Health Lifestyle Programs, Life Empowerment Coaching, Homeopathic and Bach Flower Remedy’s, Behavior Modification Hypnosis, Energy Therapy with Reiki and Laying of the Hands Healing, Intuitive Insight and/or a loving prayer.

Insightful Balance was designed to provide a non-invasive, non-judgmental and healing atmosphere to individuals who are seeking knowledge, understanding, balance and guidance in obtaining possibilities of success in their well-being.  In keeping all this simple;

I may be in your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime of fellowship,
 but one thing is for certain;
“I’m here to help those seeking to succeed!”

Honors, Education and Certifications

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“Angelic Guidance w/Life Empowerment Coaching”

Please continue reading for more insight into my life from the first chapter of my upcoming book called "Angels Are With Us".

“Angels Are With Us”

Written by: Kelli Fenters

Edited by: Angela Carol Baker

As far back as I can remember, I could hear voices in my head. Not the voices of rambling, I can do that on my own thinking of the day’s events, but a voice of clarity. A voice, very precise in the message I was to receive and share with others. As a child, I would retreat into my own head, trying to understand the information given to me of God’s love. My parents thought I was like any other child, having my imagery friends over for tea parties and to play out wild, fun scenes from my imagination. It was not until later in my childhood I would open up to my grandmother I could see lights dancing and hear music surrounding me like a warm hug. And God has messengers to help us all make happy choices.

Growing up in the South, being raised in the staunch Southern Baptist Church, created many awkward moments for me. Before I get into all of that, I should really start from the beginning. From the first time I recall hearing the voice of angels. It was the first recognized blessing of comfort and protection that I can remember as if it just happened yesterday.

I was 4 years old, walking into a hospital that looked more like a church than a medical facility. It was St. Francis Hospital. I walked in with my mother and a bag full of my favorite candy. A lady wearing a black dress and a black hood like thing on her head walked up to us. At first, I was frightened because she wanted to prick my finger. She was very direct with her speech. In an effort to alleviate my fears, she commented on my blue frilly dress and pretty shoes. Still, I was hesitant. I did not know this lady from Adam’s housecat and she looked scary, shrouded as she was, all in black. As my eyes darted around the room, I noticed that all of the other ladies wore the same strange garb. My mother could see my hesitation and fear, so she explained to me that they were nuns. “Women who give their lives to serve only God, and to do His will.” She explained. At 4 years old, who could understand that? I just wanted to be left alone. No such luck, I was moved into a patient room and told to “settle in”. Once we were in the room, my parents tried to focus my attention. Of course, I was jumping around, playing with my things, exploring and, I am sure, eating lots of candy. My father lay down on the hospital bed, very still, and I remember my parents saying to me, “Kelli, you will soon have to be just as still as Daddy is.” I did not understand the magnitude of the surgery I was to have, or how sick I really was. I felt great. I knew no difference. I was born this way.

My parents were young and very stressed out with worry for me, but my mother always brought my focus to her beautiful face. Her smile reassured me that everything was going to be fine. She was there to protect me but I could sense her worry. One of the days that I was in the hospital before the surgery, I’m not sure which one now, I was being wheeled into a big, cold, sterile, white room with lots of silver instruments in it. I was placed on a flat bed and several men and women dressed in white started to come closer to me. I could see a large needle and some type of tubes. I began to kick and scream, punching and attempting to run. I screamed out for my mother to save me. More people burst through the door and grabbed me, holding me down by my feet, legs, arms and shoulders. I was determined that they were not going to stick that huge needle into my little body. I continued to squirm and struggle against them. They finally had to stop, to regroup. They called my mother into the room in an effort to calm me down.

When she entered the room, I could see a look of horror on her face. Looking back now, as a parent myself, I cannot imagine the pain she suffered, listening to her child cry out for mercy. She pulled a chair over to sit beside me, still on the table, and started to rub my head, trying to soothe me. As the medical team left the room to give my mother the opportunity to calm me, I heard someone say, “She has to have this test done today. She will die.” I remember thinking, ‘Dying. What is dying? What do they mean?’

I looked at my mother. The look of love for me, her child, was evident in her blue eyes, but I could also see her battle. As she tried to show me strength and love, she struggled to keep the tears and her fears from showing on her beautiful face. She rubbed my head and began singing to me, “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so.” Her words trailed off and became a hum. Now, I’m sure that the reason was because she didn’t want me to hear her voice break as the emotions deep within her began to fight their way to the surface. She cupped my face in her hands and looked deep into my face, then said, “Mommy will say the Lord’s Prayer over and over again while the nurses and doctors do what they need to do for their test. Jesus’ love will be with you and God will send whatever help is needed to protect you.” That may not be the exact wording, remember, I was 4 years old, but that’s how I recall it. Then, I heard, “She’s right, Little One.” It wasn’t my mother’s voice this time but it was just as loving and familiar. I felt a calm sensation wash over me, and I looked into my mother eyes. I listened to her recite the Lord’s Prayer. Immediately, I knew everything was going to be all right. I knew that all I needed to do was to believe in God. My mother had no control over the situation of her daughter’s illness, but the one thing she did have, without a doubt, was the assurance that God answers all prayers, and hers were being heard. She called the nurses and doctors back in with one condition; she was to stay with me. She told me, “Kelli, look into Mommy’s eyes.” As I did, my surroundings faded and I felt no pain. Now, I know that this is what it is like to look into God’s eyes. This was what it felt like to have Jesus by your side during a trying time. In those next few moments, all I could see was my mother. She was glowing with a beautiful golden light above her and surrounding her. As we looked into each other’s eyes, we exchanged places. She now bore the pain that was mine and in return, I felt calm, loved and protected. My mother’s prayers were heard. Her prayer was for my pain to be put on her and for me not to have to experience any of it at such a young age.

That day, I saw angels. The angels embraced both of us. The light that surrounded us was the angels. I could not comprehend at the time it was angels. I didn’t have the understanding or experience to recognize it for what it was then. All I did know was that it kept calling to me. “Little One, be still. You have much work still to do.” Now I understand that the lights that surrounded my mother and extended over me were the divine messengers of God, embracing us, bringing us comfort during the nightmare we were living.

The rest of my time in the hospital was like any other. I lay very still, drugged and with tubes coming in and out of my body everywhere. I was calm within, even when I started to bleed. The blood did not faze me. I knew everything was fine, because God was cradling me and in my dreams I played with angels.

After I left the hospital, life went back to normal, for the most part. I continued to play with my invisible friends to everyone else and see the world through the eyes and understanding of a child. I was unaware of the work I had to do, as the angels had said. Soon, however, I would learn what that meant.