Intimately Worded with Michelle

Category: grief

  • The Quiet That Comes After Letting Go

    The Quiet That Comes After Letting Go

    There is a certain kind of quiet that only comes after emotional noise.

    Not the quiet of loneliness.

    Not the quiet of avoidance.

    But the quiet that returns when your spirit has decided it will no longer argue with what it already knows.

    Tonight the house is still.

    My phone is still.

    Even my thoughts feel softer than they did a few weeks ago.

    Healing does not always announce itself loudly. Sometimes it arrives in the smallest ways.

    You notice you laughed at something today.

    You realize your shoulders are no longer clenched.

    You stop replaying conversations that once felt like unfinished business.

    And somewhere in that noticing, you understand something important:

    You survived the moment that once felt unbearable.

    For a while, your heart held tension the way a fist holds onto something it is afraid to drop.

    Questions.

    Hopes.

    Words that were never fully returned.

    But eventually the body grows tired of holding on to pain that has already taught its lesson.

    So the hand opens.

    Not dramatically.

    Not all at once.

    Just enough for peace to slip back in.

    Tonight I am learning that healing is not always about replacing what was lost.

    Sometimes healing is simply the moment when your heart becomes quiet enough to remember who you were before the storm.

    And that woman is still here.

    Still thoughtful.

    Still discerning.

    Still capable of loving deeply.

    Only now she knows something she didn’t before:

    Peace is not something someone else brings into your life.

    Peace is what returns when you stop negotiating with what your spirit already released.

    And when that quiet comes…

    you finally rest again.

    Inner Reflection

    Some endings leave behind a strange kind of silence. At first, it can feel uncomfortable, even heavy. We may reach for distractions or explanations because the stillness feels unfamiliar.

    But sometimes that silence is not emptiness.

    Sometimes it is restoration.

    It is the sacred space where your heart regains its rhythm. Where your thoughts begin to settle. Where your spirit gently reminds you that you are not defined by what ended, but by the strength it took to release it.

    In this moment, if you find yourself in a quiet season, allow it to be what it is.

    You do not have to rush to fill the silence.

    Sometimes peace arrives softly…

    and asks only that you receive it.

    “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

    — Exodus 14:14

    A Gentle Question for Your Heart

    Before you move into the rest of your day, take a quiet moment and ask yourself:

    What has my spirit already released that my mind is still trying to hold on to?

    Healing often begins the moment we stop wrestling with what God has already given us the strength to leave behind.

    Today, allow yourself to rest in the quiet. Trust the stillness, it’s a win. ✨

    Being brave,

    Michelle

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle

  • Navigating Relationships and Healing After Loss

    Navigating Relationships and Healing After Loss

    Without Coincidence Divine Timing Connects;

    I am deeply thankful for God’s grace and His provision.

    And in that quietness, I find myself weeping in gratitude. Smiling in reverence. Standing still in awe. God’s grace shows up again and again, sometimes wrapped in joy, sometimes in the hard beauty of becoming. His provision meets me—not always in the ways I expected, but always in the ways I needed.

    I’m learning not just to remember, but to remain—in peace, in presence, in gratitude.

    Spiritual Safety in Grief

    Grief, is a whole something else, entirely– with the loss of my father, can indeed leave us feeling untethered, almost floating, unanchored. This sense of being “lost and free, numb and unable” speaks to the spiritual disequilibrium that can accompany deep loss. When our foundational relationships, like the one with a parent, are altered, it can feel as if a protective covering has been lifted, leaving us exposed in ways we hadn’t anticipated.

    It is incredible how life’s most treasured moments can pass by in the blink of an eye. Recently, I’ve been making a conscious effort to slow things down, to truly embrace and cherish each moment. My memories unfold in slow motion, allowing me to savor them fully. I find myself smiling, shedding tears, and feeling profound gratitude for God’s grace and His continuous provision.

    In these moments of profound vulnerability, cultivating spiritual safety becomes paramount. It’s about recognizing that while earthly anchors may shift, there’s a divine tether that remains. This doesn’t mean bypassing the pain or pretending it doesn’t exist. Instead, it’s about acknowledging the hurt while actively seeking the comfort and stability that spiritual connection can offer.

    My youngest son is 18, a high school graduate, gym rat, and a mental health advocate who is truly walking in his path with empathy and compassion. His friends have their own Bible Study and have given their friendship circle the title of “Council.”

    I am entering what I believe to be one of the greatest relationships of my life…at 54. It’s hitting differently and often feels unfamiliar and fearful. I am in my 50s and dating. Menopause. Diabetes. Dating. My Light, this soft era. None of this is bad; the dating experience is questionable and rather humorous—courageously so. What I know is that it is something worth growing into; it is what my whole soul has craved. Furthermore, it is truly what my father advised me it would be. I was 23 when he told me what qualities to look for in a man, the man for me. I argued that I wouldn’t ever get married; my father passed away the next day.

    This Father’s Day was different than most. It was quiet, filled with grief, and I experienced the loss of him with deeper sadness and more love. #Grateful His impact on my life carries me. I transitioned from being protected and covered to a different type of sheltering. He was my anchor, my fallback. It’s hard to navigate this life without a father. Our selves become untethered, almost floating and unanchored. Lost and free. Numb and unable.

    Where would I be, truly, if God didn’t redirect his heart? I’m an adopted child, a loved daughter and at times I truly believe a cherished sibling. Family is our first love…be it what it is or what it was. ❤️‍🩹

    There are not too many people I share my heart with; I believe that to be a good thing. I am sharing how off kilter I have been lately with my sister-friend. Her presence in my life is actionable, tangible. My friend, my Wizard Sister said to me, “We lived for so long in isolation in so many ways…individual traumas, collective traumas and now we’re all in the early stages of reconnection getting triggered left and right (zero pun intended and…) We hurt in relationships and we heal in relationships. I am praying for your healing, sister.” @borninprovidence 🌿

    I breathe. She’s right. Foolishly yet with wisdom—thinking I thought I was healed enough; just enough. I have been doing the work, my soul work for the longest. It would seem that falling into something safe and prayed for would be simple, easier, refreshing… my heart yearns for soft, softer a forever landing.

    I encourage you to not only look up in wonderment yet learn to count the stars. Scripture Psalms 147:4 states, “He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.”

    God’s infinite wisdom and limitless love continues to pull all of this together and not as haphazardly as we believe. Trust that purpose and pain is not the great divide we experience, yet somehow it bridges what has to happen. Love better. Love anyway. Do it because you can; you are ready.

    Intimately Worded, 

    ~Michelle