Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Happy Two~ty~five

 This post is for my husband:

 I have this photo of the speed limit sign because it symbolizes a good memory in our family. When my oldest son, Elijah, was toddler we were out driving and he saw the speed limit sign and said "oh two~ty~five." But it also represents the number 25. Tomorrow we will celebrate being together for a quarter of a century as husband and wife. This is longer then we were apart before we met.

We don't have the typical love story. We met and got engaged on a whirlwind. Eighteen days after we met we were engaged and 2 months later we had vowed to love each other until death did us part. It started out more like I want to kill you!

We were in no way prepared for this commitment. We were two broken kids looking for the other to fill up our deep voids in our life. To be blunt our first three years of marriage were filled with horrible fights and ignorant misconstrued views and impossible expectations. It was Hell on earth to put it nicely.

Somehow God put good people and lessons in our life that taught us how to get along. How to not hate each other. To in fact become friends and best friends at that. Still progress is slow isn't it at times? Some hurts are so deep it requires surgery to heal. And when something doesn't heal it can get infected and infection can wreak such havoc.

For a very long time both of us were being consumed with nasty infections of the heart. Eric battled sexual addiction to medicate pain in his life. This was like bacteria to my heart infection of not trusting. I know in my husbands life he had heart wounds from before he even met me and bad habits were in place before we even were together. For me I never felt like I was anything special. This led to sooooo many years of desperation to find something or someone to make me special. I just wanted to be a princess for someone. But because I never was or rather I looked to anything and everything to make me feel this way, other than my heavenly father, lets just say trust issues became my middle name. I didn't trust men. I didn't trust God. It became my job to take care of me and I failed miserably.

All of this brokenness came to a head over the past two years. We moved to Charlotte and I was convinced that being in a great church, that I could trust in that, to fix my husband battles... right? Wrong. I am not saying that there isn't value in going to a great church, there is extreme value in it. It brings you closer to Jesus but it is not a substitute for Jesus. I hope that makes sense. I am pretty sure if we had not been in a great church that we would have disintegrated into complete family destruction.

We had to come to the point where the roots of our issues were faced and dealt with head on. Putting a band aid on a bullet wound just wasn't working anymore.

I think most people plan big trips or celebrations to celebrate their 25th but we had to invest in us in order to have a 25th. We actually went away to intense counseling for two weeks. This involved 6-8 hours of counseling a day individually the first week and the same together for the second. God showed up in undeniable ways. We did the hard work of getting down deep to those roots that was the source of our heart infections. I was able to move from bitterness to compassion with Eric in his struggle. One phrase I will never forget is pain seeks pleasure and my husband was in a whole lot of pain. And for me personally I realized I can not go on mistrusting God and trying to take care of myself. I. Am. Not. A. Good. Savior. I am learning to trust him more and more. As Lysa TerKeurst says, "God is good and God is good at being God."

I thank God for helping me re focus on who the real enemy is in my marriage. I thank him for his faithfulness to never leave or forsake two broken kids. I thank him for his grace and mercy and redemption. To give us all those things and help us to give it to each other.

I know this is so untypical for an anniversary post. I guess I look at it as more of a victory post. Eric my love we have been in the trenches together and we are still standing, so to God be the glory. Now may the next two~ty~five years together be such a throat punch to the devil. These two broken vessels will continue to make progress! We will live loved! First and foremost by the lover of our souls and then for each other.

Thank you Eric for not giving up! Thank you for being teachable. It always has been and remains one of your greatest strengths. Thank you for being more than a conqueror with me. Ours has been a messy love but this vessel promises to keep connected to Jesus and to allow his hand to make every mess into a message. Happy Two~ty~five my love and next year let's renew our vows to each other and go swim with some pigs and make more good memories together to add to the speed limit signs of this life we have together!

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Saturday, June 11, 2016

Pain and Purpose

Hi Dear Ones:

Sometimes you cry so much in a day that your eyes look like baboon butts. Today has been one of those days for me. Have you ever been so low that it took significant effort just to attempt getting up? I didn't even want to go to church tonight. I mean for one, my eyes looked like the provided picture, but my broken heart made my eyes not seem so bad.

My sweet Zion encouraged or rather talked me into scraping myself off my soaked pillow and off to church tonight.  Pastor Larry Brey was our speaker. He talked about how God made us and declared us good but so often we call our soil bad don't we?

He spoke about The Path, or what others do to you.  You can have paths worn out in your life by people and often times by those who are supposed to be looking out for you. Pastor Brey said "The pain of the path will drive our decisions. Fear and anxiety are just emotional pacing. If all you have is the pain of the path you never see the purpose."

I have had the pain of betrayal in my marriage so huge in my minds frame and to be honest with you the mention of there being any purpose in this pain has stirred so much anger in me. I have not wanted to find purpose in it. I have wanted to run so far away from it because I don't want to feel this painful path. I don't understand it. And the sting is inexplicably tender and constant. It has changed who I am and my gut tells me I was made for more than this. But maybe that is where the purpose comes in.  I have just been so completely terrified to let go and trust God to help me find the purpose. I mean hasn't he allowed this pain to go on for almost 25 years now? But something tonight as I sat in that church said if I never let go and trust and try to find the purpose in this mess then I am going to be worn and beat down forever.

Then came The Rocks, This is what you do to yourself. This is what is below the surface in your soil. The bitterness. L.B. said if you don't do something with the rocks they become weapons for you to throw at other people. You decide to have rocks of resentment or stones of celebration. In other words: Take your rocks and make a pile of them so they can be a memorial of God's faithfulness instead. THIS is what I want! This is the ground I need to work for me and mine. And trust me it is going to take some work.

Finally there was The Thorns,  These are the things we were never designed to deal with like sin. These things are outside our authority. But Jesus wore a crown of thorns when he died for our sins.

My life has some worn out paths and sweet Jesus I ask you right now to help me find the purpose. How will others come to you because of this pain? Give me the faith frame to see it. As Pastor Steven has said. Faith may not guarantee your outcome but it can transform your outlook. So do it Jesus. Open my eyes. Show me your purpose. My life is also full of some nasty rocks. Help me do the ground work. Help me heal so I don't hurt others. And the Thorns, thank you for taking them, and help me be as you designed me to be.

I needed you to speak to me so desperately tonight Lord Jesus. Thank you
for letting me hear.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Do The Hard Work

Hi Dear Ones:

I am here today in a really really good space. But I tell you it has not come easy. This past year has been so rough. I felt so broken that I wondered if I would ever repair.

Big things came at me hard this past year. My marriage went in a tailspin and I took on the role of homeschooling my special needs daughters.

Honestly as the marriage battle came at me I just wanted to throw up my hands and declare that's it. I am out! I reluctantly started counseling with no desire to even try any more and no hope that it was worth the time or the money. As time went on I began to think this is my last ditch effort to love my husband again but it has become so evident that where I really needed to start was with loving myself.  Counseling is hard work.

Pastor spoke such an amazing word this past weekend titled "It Is What It Is But It's Not What It Seems." Part of his functional faith series. He talked about not living in denial or despair when it comes to your faith. "Both are fatal to faith."

He talked about your inner narrator. Mine has been so self deprecating and endlessly self degrading for as long as I can remember. As Pastor said, you become what you believe, and I am so over hating myself.

I fully believe the enemy wanted to destroy me and my marriage and my family this year and he came excruciatingly close. But you know what? It wasn't what it seemed. What was hideously broken is starting to heal. What had me bound is being set free. What was meant for evil God is without a doubt going to use for my good, and I would even dare to say for the good of others. Nothing will be wasted.

I am seeing myself in a new frame. The frame that God sees me in. A frame of beauty, love and purpose. The frame of Grace.

Life can be so incredibly messy but I want to encourage you if your in a tough spot or season to do the hard work. Go to counseling, get accountability partners, pray, cry, journal, listen to sermons. Do whatever it takes because the freedom and healing is worth it.

Tell the truth.... you don't have to live in denial. Face the facts. It is not easy. It is sometimes downright gut wrenching. But grace is beautiful. God's faithfulness is mind blowing. It is freeing.

The hard stuff for me it's not over but I have hope. And I even have something I could not even fathom when all the crap hit the fan. I have a dream. I wrote it down in my journal today and a spark of joy and excitement lit inside of me. I am not brave enough to share it with you yet. But I penned it because faith tells me this seed may just be an amazing tree someday.

Sunday, April 17, 2016


Hi Dear Ones:

I know it has been a while since I have been around. I have been doing some hard faith work. This past year I would have to say has been one of my most testing years. But with Jesus I am making imperfect progress. I think I have even been embarrassed to blog about things because it's just been so hard. I thought I should be stronger. What would people think of me if they knew the struggle? But my husband reminded me of something the other day. He said "Who do you most connect with or get the most from? And its from the real and vulnerable people in life who risk sharing their struggles.

So once again I chose to uncover my struggle process. Honestly I've felt so broken that my faith has felt broken. Pastor Furtick has been talking about Functional Faith the past two weeks at church and its been really encouraging and eye opening.

I get tripped up time and time again on outcome rather than my outlook. How things turn out or have turned out is what I have based the strength or success of my faith on. Pastor reminded me that faith won't always change the outcome but it can change my outlook. He also said that doubt isn't the opposite of faith but rather it is certainty and having it all figured out. This is like sandpaper against my emotions and personality. I want to have it all figured out when it comes to life. But this makes faith really self serving. And pastor reminded me that the objective of faith isn't my preferences but it is for something beyond me.

I have some life situations right now where my focus has been almost entirely framed on the frustration, rather than God's faithfulness and I have been so paralyzed from moving on from the frustration because of it.

 Truthfully I don't know why certain situations turned out in my life the way that they have but I tell you today that I will no longer believe that because my preference wasn't the outcome that my faith didn't work. And I am asking God to help me fixate on his faithfulness. That my frame of mind will be locked in on that.

It's not easy. Progress always comes with the hiss of opposition doesn't it? But my faith is going to follow my focus and I want freedom and victory from all the hurt and frustration. So I must hush that nasty hiss. I must reframe!

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Sunday, November 1, 2015

Spreading My Wings

Good morning Dear Ones:

I know it has been a while. The truth is I have been in such a fog since April. A blanket of fear, hopelessness and sorrow has covered and almost suffocated me.

This will be one of the most complicated yet liberating post I have ever written. It will be raw and exposed but that is what I intend to do. I purpose to shine the light of Jesus, into the cave of darkness, the enemy has tried to keep me in.

Today is the first day of November and as the year comes closer to its end I honestly can say I thought this year would be the year my marriage would end also.

A ghost of sorts has haunted my marriage and heart for as long as I can remember. Much to my disappointment and frustration God has not chased this evil away. And as much as I have tried to harden my heart in protection, I have not been able to escape it.

The darkness has felt so hopeless. For reasons though, that I can't even satisfactorily explain, my heart has been shifting. The best I have to offer as an explanation is light. Due to several influences the murkiness has been illuminated and the evil that has attacked and obstructed my hope is diminishing.

If it had not been for people who have come alongside me, my vision would still be blind to hope. I'm talking about people who have crawled into the messy, dark, pit with me and Eric.  Those who have held our hands with white knuckles, determined to not let us give up. I am thankful for every ear that has listened without judgement. Every knee that has knelt in prayer. Every mouth that has spoken truth and encouragement. Your faithfulness and love amazes me.

I am also thankful for a heaven sent christian counselor who has spoken life into the death that has gripped us for so long. The truth of God's word will break your chains and set you free indeed. And I would be completely amiss to not honor Pastor Steven Furtick, Elevation Church,  Proverbs 31 ministries, and the First 5 app for helping me spread my wings of God's word and worship. Because of them I am gaining clarity and am seeing things as they really are.

Guilt is an opportunity for grace.
Hopelessness is an opportunity for faith.
Offense is an opportunity for forgiveness
Sorrow is an opportunity for strength and to rejoice in the Lord.
Threats are an opportunity to teach me to trust.

Today I see beauty in the brokenness. I inhale and exhale knowing who my real enemy is and rest in victory. Someone who is much bigger than me and who loves me so much that he died for me is in the ring fighting for me. "Though my enemies surround me, my God surrounds my enemies."

So this is how I will conclude this post and this year, with complete belief and assurance I say:

"You intended to harm me, BUT GOD, intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done..."
Genesis 50:20

I am spreading my wings devil. Watch me soar.

*Photo credit my awesome and gifted son Noah Selent.

Sunday, August 16, 2015

I Am His ... I Win

Hello Again Dear Ones:

Today I heard such a powerful word from God. You know the kind that leaves you with tears that refuse to be held in. And the more you let the truth seep deep into your mind and heart your soul quiets with a sobering gratitude and peace.

Pastor Steven's message was Making Headlines and it was based off of one of my all time favorite verses.

"You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives" Genesis 50:20

There is freedom in knowing God is writing your story, but often times we allow the enemy to be our life story editor writing headlines like I am a loser, a failure, worthless, insignificant and so on.

Pastor said "We don't get to choose our story, because we are not the authors but God has put the editing pen in our hands. In other words we edit our perspective. We choose the headlines of our story. Here are some of my favorite take aways from the sermon:

"It is a bad decision to let an event become your headline." "Failure is an event, not an identity." "Maybe failure is not even a failure but a lesson." "This allows us to shift from paralysis to potential." "Life brings the test but you choose the tittle." So we can headline our lives with hardship or hope. 

I have some hardships in my life that I would have never chosen. Everyone does. Some I have made it through and some are still in process but I want to headline my life with hope.  Because no matter what comes against me, whatever is intended for harm I believe God will always intend things for good. His word says in Romans 8:28,  And we know that in ALL things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

So I can live life right now as:

Broken Marriage OR Healed Marriage In Process

F.A.S. (Fetal Alcohol Syndrome) OR F.A.S (Fulfilling Almighty's Story)

Homeschool Is Hard OR Heaven's Homeschool

Counseling is Embarrassing OR The Right Counselor is God's Tool

All these edits mean one thing. No matter the battle ,with Jesus, I win. He is faithful. He is good. He's writing a beautiful, nothing is wasted love story.

I am His. I win.

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Sunday, August 2, 2015


 Hello again Dear Ones:

I started out 2015 with an ache in my heart. This longing inside has been with me for as long as I can remember. It is a strong desire to feel significant. Like I matter. I make a difference. I feel so completely ordinary. Like there really isn't much sparkle to my life.

I have spent years of my life searching for my thing... you know that special something that makes me special.

I go to a church where talent abounds. I mean my pastor is a world renowned speaker and our worship leaders are known all over the world. Some of the most influential people in christian circles pass through the doors of Elevation church and then there is Michelle.

Michelle who only has a high school diploma. Michelle who is shy. Michelle who has broken areas in her heart and life. Michelle with no great skills or talents. Just Michelle.

So as 2015 started my feelings of insignificance have become an almost constant dialog with Jesus. Why am I here? What is my assignment Lord?

To be honest as the months have passed I have only become more and more frustrated with the question.

My marriage hit a spot that we could no longer cope on our own. Counseling has been necessary to help stop the bleeding. So I wasn't Michelle the awesome wife. My girls struggled so much in school that it became necessary to homeschool them. Something I never thought I would even consider. I felt completely inept to be Michelle the special needs homeschool mom. My business all though still going well did not fill up this black hole in my heart.  So it was not Michelle is an awesome It Works distributor. Ache after ache after ache. Was I going to come to the end of the year and still wonder. Why am I here Lord?

All week long I had been following the devotions in the First 5 app by Proverbs 31 ministries. Today was a weekly wrap up and that ten minute video enthralled my heart. I just wept and what those women were sharing. Things like, "He Created everything by purpose, on purpose, for purpose. And Jesus who has always been created the stories that needed to be told so He created the objects and the participants to tell those stories. Lysa TerKeurst shared how God created us for intentional purposes to be a part of His story. She said things like Your exact form of beauty is a necessary contribution to His story.  "There is no insignificant part of His creation." She talked about how out of all the possibilities that could have occurred from each of your parents DNA but how you were formed was a miracle. I started thinking about conception and how it takes place and I started to feel like a miracle. That if I am here living and breathing it must be for a purpose.

Lysa also shared how Divine appointments are not common place and how God chooses for his divinity to enter into our messy humanity. I mean that alone is pretty amazing. Because I don't know about you, but I'm a messy person.

I started to feel like I don't like how I'm looking at myself as just Michelle. I also started thinking maybe my assignment isn't so much about what I do but whose I am.

Maybe its not Michelle is an awesome ________ or  Michelle does __________ awesome but rather simply Michelle is His.

Michelle is His wife of Eric
Michelle is His mom of 6 kids
Michelle is His blogger
Michelle is His business owner
Michelle is messy but she is His

So my prayers are going to change from What is my assignment? to What Divine appointments do you have for me today, in the story you are writing Lord Jesus? 

I'm thinking it's not so much what I do that shines or matters or makes a difference rather its Him in all of those things that does. Divine appointments. I think my assignment is divine appointments. To connect with those around me. Those who cross my path. At home. At church. In my neighborhood. In Business. In whatever situation he brings me to. And just as I am. Just Michelle. Miraculously created by Him for such a time as this. This point in History I get to be a part of His Story.

Father God plant this truth deep in my heart. I matter because I am your creation. Designed with purpose for a purpose. As Lysa said, I may not always see or even like my place in your story but give me eyes to see what assignment/ divine appointments you bring to me in each and every day you have me on this earth for. I am not just Michelle I am Yours.

"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago." Ephesians 2:10 New Living Translation

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