Our stories are written, predestined. When we believe and begin to live in our story the Universe unveils itself. As we live, we recommit to being the people He purposes us to be. Two thousand fifteen has been exhilarating, excruciating, full of loss and of redemptive hope and perseverance. I have cried more this year due to changes. Major changes within my life and within myself. I have gained clarity and confidence in the bleakest of times. I pride myself on living my life by putting one front in front of the other. I keep moving and I keep pushing. So when it was time to sit, to rest, to heal I had no clue how.
A time to heal: The physical things that make me feel whole, feel feminine were surgically removed due to years of pain. My hysterectomy was something that shook my core, my psyche. I had become so accustomed to the pain that not experiencing it anymore was a difficult adjustment. I have this Michelle habit of being independent to the point it can be quite unhealthy emotionally, physically and spiritual. So my recovery took a little longer than I wanted it to be.
My counseling journey is ever phenomenal; with each course I am told I will be great at it. Yet, the responsibility of this profession is daunting. I have this huge heart and I want to “fix” everyone without medication. Love is free…me the idealist. My work as a guardian ad litem increases my love for humanity, for our children and their families. I am unable to break confidentiality and the weight of being loving within a system that is not can often times be soul-wrenching. My sister-friend Nikki advises, “The “problem” with people like you (ha ha) and I is we see and notice things that others sometimes don’t. Human suffering is so personal – even when it is someone we don’t know well, that we end up carrying heavy burdens. Some might find it a curse but I consider it a gift.” Another confidant, Teacher, Mrs. PhD congratulates me for, “Standing in the gap…”
Our world is so much bigger than our individual circumstances; the tangible and the intangible. Greater beginnings. If we truly think about it every lesson learned takes us to a new ending. Take time to find the clues that will help you begin again. Trust me, they are there.

2 responses to “Seasons of Change”
I love it! I do! Worded and woven in experience! Penned with humility and grace! 😘
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You are the best critic ever and totally biased Sister of Mine. 🙂
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