Intimately Worded with Michelle

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  • Sunday Reflection: Advocating for Myself, Finding My Center

    Sunday Reflection: Advocating for Myself, Finding My Center

    Sundays have always been my sanctuary—the quiet pause, the slow swirl of coffee steam, the soft scratch of pen on paper. Today, I’m sitting with a truth I’m learning more intimately: self-advocacy is not optional. It is necessary. It is the bridge between hope and action, between fear and clarity, between my body and my spirit.

    Anchoring —Advocate

    This week, I found myself in a strange liminal space: my body insisting on attention, my mind navigating uncertainty, and the familiar ache of missing my mom whispering in the background. I was faced with the possibility of emergency surgery, yet something in me hesitated. I wanted guidance, but not without discernment. I sought the advice of my primary care physician, the solace of my adult children, the steady presence of my siblings. And through it all, I leaned into my partner, Reggie, whose care and calm felt like a cape draped over my shoulders in a storm.

    Through these moments, I kept returning to my faith. Spirituality has been my guide when life demands pivoting, when seeking clarity in confusion, and when life lifts me up and lays me low. The words of James 1:5 remind me: “If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.” Leaning into that guidance, I found the courage to pause, reflect, and make decisions in alignment with my body, my mind, and my soul.

    Self-advocacy is sacred. It is the act of showing up for myself when life threatens to sweep me along. It is telling the world—and reminding myself—that my voice, my feelings, and my choices matter. Choosing to pause before surgery wasn’t indecision. It was discernment. It was a quiet, stubborn insistence that I would not let fear dictate my path.

    I share this because I know so many of us move through life forgetting to take our own hand, to speak our truth in the spaces where it matters most. Whether it’s in health, relationships, work, or our spiritual lives, advocating for ourselves requires courage, patience, and a fierce tenderness. It is not selfish; it is essential.

    Today, I write with gratitude for the support around me, for the faith that keeps me anchored, and for the hope that whispers, even when my body feels foreign to me. Advocating for myself is not just surviving—it is leaning into life fully, with awareness, presence, and love.

    May we all find the courage to speak our needs, honor our bodies, trust our wisdom, and lean into our faith when the path is uncertain.

    Be brave,

    Michelle

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle

  • Loving Better

    Loving Better

    Loving—is being.

    Rainy Sundays, The Day After Valentine’s Day, and the Quiet Work of Agape

    There is something sacred about a rainy Sunday.

    The sky softens. The noise settles. The world feels like it has exhaled. And today — the day after Valentine’s Day — the roses are slightly tilted, the chocolate boxes half empty, and the performance of romance has quieted.

    What remains?

    This is where “loving better” begins.

    Not in the glitter of a single day, but in the ordinary, rain-soaked moments that follow it.

    Valentine’s Day often celebrates eros — the passionate, romantic love that thrills and sparks. But the day after invites something deeper. Something steadier. It calls us toward agape.

    Agape love is not flashy. It does not demand applause. It is patient, enduring, and generous in spirit. In the Christian tradition, agape is the highest form of love — the kind that reflects the heart of God. As described in 1 Corinthians 13, it is the love that is patient and kind, that keeps no record of wrongs, that bears and believes and hopes.

    Agape is the love that shows up on rainy Sundays.

    It looks like making breakfast slowly and staying at the table a little longer.

    It looks like checking in on a friend without needing anything in return.

    It looks like choosing gentleness when irritation would be easier.

    It looks like forgiving — even when no one posts about it.

    Loving better is not about loving perfectly. It is about loving consciously.

    The day after Valentine’s Day is honest. It asks: Who are you when the spotlight dims? Who are you in the quiet? Who are you when loving requires patience more than passion?

    Rainy Sundays are teachers. They remind us that intimacy is cultivated in stillness. That love deepens in consistency. That safety is built in small, repeated acts of care.

    For those of us who are healing, who are rebuilding trust, who are learning to receive and give love more softly — loving better may mean slowing down. It may mean refusing intensity that feels like chaos. It may mean honoring steadiness over sparks.

    Agape invites us to love from wholeness, not hunger. And that begins within.

    Because loving better also includes how you speak to yourself when no one else is around. It includes the grace you extend when you fall short. It includes the way you tend to your own heart on a quiet Sunday afternoon.

    Love is not proven in grand gestures alone. It is revealed in posture.

    So today, let the rain fall. Let the world move more slowly. Let your love be less performative and more rooted.

    Valentine’s Day may celebrate being chosen.

    But the day after celebrates choosing — again and again — to love well.

    Reflective Thought:

    On this rainy Sunday, ask yourself:

    Where in my life am I loving out of habit instead of intention? Do I offer myself the same patience I extend to others? What would it look like to practice agape — steady, generous love — in one small, concrete way this week? Am I loving from fullness, or from a desire to be filled?

    Sit with your answers.

    Loving better is not loud work.

    It is sacred, steady work.

    And it begins right here.

    Doing Brave,

    Michelle 🌿💛🌿

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle.

  • God Remains in the Small, Tender Things

    God Remains in the Small, Tender Things

    There is a sacredness that lives in ordinary moments. Not the loud, mountaintop kind of sacred. The quieter kind. The kind that slips into your life wearing your man’s favorite sports jersey on a lazy Sunday afternoon after Church, hair wrapped up in a messy bun, soul rested, heart slowly learning how to trust softness again.

    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how God remains.

    Heart work.

    Not just when life feels orderly. Not just when prayers feel answered in obvious ways. But in the everyday unfolding of intimacy… the kind that feels human, warm, and sometimes unexpectedly healing.

    This Sunday felt like that.

    After Church, we drifted into what has become our unspoken ritual — pajama Sundays. No rushing. No performing productivity. Just allowing ourselves to exist beside each other. I pulled on his favorite sports jersey, oversized and comfortable, the fabric carrying the faint scent of him. There is something quietly vulnerable about wearing something that belongs to someone you care about. It is closeness without announcement. Trust without speeches.

    And in that moment, I felt it — God remaining in tenderness.

    We spent the afternoon watching movies, eventually landing on Double Jeopardy. An older film, but one that stirred something deeper than entertainment. As the story unfolded, the betrayal by the husband was sharp and unsettling. What surprised me wasn’t the plot twist, but his reaction to it.

    He was hurt by it. Not dismissive. Not detached. Hurt.

    There was a visible discomfort in him as he processed the cruelty of a man who could betray someone who loved him. He spoke about it with genuine frustration, almost grief-like confusion about how someone could carry such intentions toward their partner.

    And I watched him while he watched the movie.

    Sometimes God shows up in sermons. Sometimes in scripture. But sometimes, God shows up in the way someone’s heart reveals itself when they are not trying to impress you. Just reacting. Just being.

    There is a quiet safety in witnessing a man be moved by injustice against love. It tells you something words cannot. It reveals a moral tenderness that does not perform strength through hardness, but through care.

    God remains in that too.

    I am learning that divine presence is not reserved for grand spiritual awakenings. Sometimes it rests in the way someone reminds you to eat after a long day. The way they lean closer during a tense movie scene. The way they respond emotionally to pain that isn’t even their own.

    God remains in shared blankets.

    God remains in laughter between dialogue.

    God remains in oversized jerseys and slow Sundays.

    God remains in the soft rebuilding of trust after life has taught you to armor up.

    For a long time, I believed closeness required vigilance. That love needed monitoring. That safety had to be negotiated constantly. But lately, I am experiencing intimacy that feels like exhale. Not perfect. Not fairy tale. But present. Intentional. Gentle in ways that feel spiritually grounding.

    There is something holy about being allowed to soften without fear of being mishandled.

    And maybe that is one of the most overlooked ways God stays with us — through the people who hold our tenderness with care.

    We often search for God in clarity, answers, or control over outcomes. Yet I am discovering God also remains in the unfolding… in learning someone’s emotional language… in noticing how they respond to harm, to love, to vulnerability, to stories that mirror real life.

    God remains in how we learn each other.

    This relationship is teaching me that divine reassurance doesn’t always arrive as certainty. Sometimes it arrives as consistency. As presence. As small moments stacking themselves into quiet evidence that love can be both safe and deeply felt.

    That afternoon, wrapped in comfort and movie light, I felt gratitude rise unexpectedly. Not just for him, but for the way God continues to show me that intimacy does not have to be chaotic to be passionate. That softness does not weaken connection — it deepens it.

    There is holiness in ordinary love.

    There is ministry in tenderness.

    And there is God… still remaining… in all of our things.

    Remain brave,

    Michelle 🌿

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    Scripture: “You make known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.” ~ Psalm 16:11

    Reflection:

    •Where have you experienced tenderness that felt spiritually safe?

    •Have you allowed yourself to recognize those moments as sacred, or have you minimized them because they felt “too simple” to be divine?

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle.

  • His T-Shirts, Cuddles, and Coffee — Our Bodies Remember

    His T-Shirts, Cuddles, and Coffee — Our Bodies Remember

    Choose You

    There is a particular intimacy that comes with age—one that is slower, fuller, and unapologetically embodied. I wake up in his t-shirt again.

    It hangs off my shoulders, soft and oversized, brushing against skin that has lived. Skin that has stretched, healed, marked time. At this stage of life, nothing about my body is imaginary. Everything has a story.

    Our bodies tell our most intimate stories—

    the stretch marks, the tats, the birthmarks.

    The places where life pressed hard and didn’t apologize. The places where love once left and later returned.

    When he pulls me close, there is no scanning, no assessment. He affirms the deep valleys, the crooks, the life pain my body has held. His touch doesn’t avoid the tender places—it honors them. There is something profoundly healing about being touched without correction. About being desired without being edited.

    We cuddle like people who have nothing to prove.

    His body meets mine not with urgency, but with knowing. The kind of knowing that comes from grief survived, prayers whispered, and faith that had to mature before love could. His hand rests—not to claim, but to stay.

    The coffee brews quietly, like a benediction.

    Steam rises while we remain tangled, breathing each other in. In moments like this, I feel God close—not distant or judgmental, but present. I believe intimacy like this is holy. Not because it is perfect, but because it is honest.

    After 50, desire doesn’t disappear—it becomes discerning. It chooses safety. It chooses warmth. It chooses someone who understands that pleasure and pain often live in the same body. Someone who doesn’t rush past the scars but recognizes them as proof of survival.

    Faith has taught me this:

    God restores through gentleness more often than spectacle. Through mornings like this. Through affection that doesn’t demand transformation. Through love that says, you don’t have to tighten to be worthy.

    This kind of intimacy feels like redemption.

    Like being met exactly where I am—with reverence for the flesh that carried me through childbirth, heartbreak, longing, and prayer. Like God saying, I remember what you’ve endured—and I still call this good.

    So I stay in his t-shirt a little longer.

    I let my body soften. I let myself be held without shrinking. After 50, intimacy is not about becoming someone new. It’s about being loved as the woman you already are.

    And that—

    that feels like grace poured slowly, one quiet Saturday and/or Sunday morning at a time.

    XOXO,

    Michelle 💛

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle.

  • Grace, Pathways, and the Cost of Becoming

    New Beginnings

    The new year does not arrive quietly. It comes with memory, with residue, with the echo of prayers whispered in exhaustion and spoken aloud in faith. As I step into this year, I do so aware of divine forces that have been at work long before I had language for them. God’s love has not been performative or punitive—it has been steady, corrective, and deeply intimate.

    Some prayers were answered quickly. Others were answered slowly, through redirection, loss, or delay. And some were answered in ways that required me to grow into the answer rather than simply receive it. I now understand that unanswered prayers are often invitations to become wiser, more honest, and more discerning.

    The Pathways of 2025

    The pathways established in 2025 were not accidental. They were carved through difficult decisions, uncomfortable boundaries, and moments where choosing myself felt lonely but necessary. I learned that God’s guidance does not always feel gentle in the moment—but it is always precise.

    Every hard pivot created alignment. Every closed door reduced distraction. Every ending taught me discernment. What once felt like disruption revealed itself as divine order.

    The wisdom gained did not come from ease. It came from emotional pain—pain that now reads like a highlight reel of growth rather than a list of regrets. I can trace my maturity back to moments where I survived disappointment without losing my softness, where I chose integrity over convenience, and where I honored my values even when it cost me comfort.

    Emotional Pain as Wisdom

    The older I get, the more I understand emotional pain as a form of instruction. Pain exposes what matters. It clarifies what cannot be negotiated. It sharpens our ability to love ourselves with boundaries rather than abandonment.

    Grace, I’ve learned, is rarely delivered as “I told you so.” God does not shame us with hindsight. Grace is extended from love—quietly, patiently—without the language of “you should have” or “why didn’t you.” Instead, grace says: Now you know. And knowing changes everything.

    This understanding has softened my relationship with my past. I no longer interrogate myself for what I didn’t know then. I honor who I was with the tools I had. Growth does not require self-punishment—it requires acceptance.

    Acceptance Without Self-Erasure

    Acceptance does not mean betraying your desires. It does not require you to prove your love by shrinking your wants, lowering your standards, or redesigning your future to make others more comfortable. Acceptance is not compliance.

    I am learning to lean into acceptance without changing the landscape of my wants. Without negotiating my needs. Without confusing patience with settling.

    Because settling has consequences.

    And I have learned—sometimes painfully—that the cost of settling is always higher than the cost of waiting, choosing again, or walking away.

    Counting the Cost

    I will continue to ask myself one question in this season: What is the cost?

    What is the cost of staying where I am tolerated but not cherished?

    What is the cost of silencing my intuition for the sake of harmony?

    What is the cost of convenience over calling?

    This question has become a form of self-respect. It keeps me aligned with God’s wisdom rather than my fear. It reminds me that love—divine or human—should not require self-abandonment as proof.

    Moving Forward

    As this year unfolds, I trust the pathways already laid. I trust the wisdom earned. I trust that God’s love will continue to guide me—not through coercion, but through clarity.

    I enter this year grounded in faith, sharpened by experience, and unwilling to settle for anything that costs me my peace.

    Grace has met me here.

    And I am ready. 🌿

    A Closing Prayer

    God of wisdom and gentle correction,

    Thank You for loving me without humiliation and guiding me without force. Thank You for the prayers You answered, the ones You delayed, and the ones You answered by changing me. As I step forward, help me to trust the pathways You have already established, even when I cannot see the full picture.

    Grant me discernment to know the cost of settling and the courage to choose what aligns with Your truth for my life. Teach me to accept what has been without diminishing what I still desire. May my wants be refined, not erased. May my love be rooted, not desperate. May my decisions be guided by wisdom rather than fear.

    Cover me with grace as I continue becoming.

    Amen.

    “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5–6

    Soul-ing Quote:

    Emotional pain did not break me—it instructed me. What once hurt now highlights the wisdom I earned and the grace that carried me forward.

    ✨🌿✨

    Be brave,

    Michelle

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle.

  • Red Flags or Revelation? Learning to Trust Your Inner Wisdom in Love

    Red Flags or Revelation? Learning to Trust Your Inner Wisdom in Love

    In dating and intimacy, we’re often taught to look for surface-level markers of “worthiness” — titles, income, lifestyle, social status. But the deeper truth is this:

    A person can look impressive and still live in quiet chaos.

    And the more mature version of you doesn’t need to investigate someone’s outer life to understand their inner world.

    You don’t have to figure out how much someone makes to know whether they are emotionally whole.

    What matters more are quieter, more honest questions:

    Is their life stable — emotionally, spiritually, relationally?

    Does their story match their choices?

    Do you feel safe, calm, and clear in their presence — or confused, tense, and unsettled?

    These questions don’t come from judgment.

    They come from wisdom.

    You’re not “too sensitive.”

    You’re perceptive.

    When something feels off, it isn’t an accusation.

    It’s information.

    Your body notices before your mind catches up.

    Your spirit recognizes misalignment long before you can explain it.

    And trusting yourself doesn’t make you cynical — it makes you grounded.

    Quiet clarity is powerful.

    You don’t have to argue with your instincts.

    You don’t have to convince yourself to stay curious about red flags.

    You don’t have to silence your nervous system to be “open-minded.”

    You are allowed to listen to the discomfort.

    You are allowed to honor the pause.

    You are allowed to choose peace over potential.

    Emotional intelligence in love looks like this:

    Peace without performance.

    Consistency without chasing.

    Safety without forcing.

    And spiritual maturity shows up as discernment — not paranoia.

    You are not rejecting people.

    You are protecting your peace.

    And that is holy.

    I pray this Sunday you focused on what you need and that you know that your wants (no matter how big) are divinely aligned. May peace be your stand and hope your anchor. You are worth your healing work. 💕

    Be brave,

    Michelle🌿

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle.

  • Love Does Not Require My Exhaustion, Only My Honesty

    by Michelle Tillman | Intimately Worded

    There’s a quiet kind of fatigue that can come from wanting to be loved well. It isn’t physical — it’s emotional and spiritual. It’s the weariness that shows up after you’ve overextended your heart just to be understood, after you’ve carried more of the emotional load than the relationship ever asked you to.

    But I’ve come to realize something sacred:

    Love does not require my exhaustion, only my honesty.

    That truth has become a balm for me. Honesty isn’t just about what I say — it’s how I choose to show up. It’s admitting when I’m tired, when I feel unseen, when I’m hoping for more depth. It’s saying, “I want a meaningful relationship,” without trying to earn one through over-effort or performance.

    There’s a kind of peace that only comes when you stop negotiating your needs. When you release the urge to chase clarity or beg for consistency. When you start trusting that the love meant for you will never confuse you, diminish you, or ask you to betray your spirit in the process.

    As we begin to heal with our own stuff, something shifts. We stop seeing love as a rescue and start seeing it as a reflection. We start realizing that the relationships around us mirror where we are internally — what we believe we deserve, how safe we feel within ourselves, and how deeply we’ve allowed grace to meet us in our healing.

    My journey now is about emotional healing and spiritual safety — finding a rhythm in love that doesn’t disrupt my inner calm. I want connection that feels like prayer: steady, honest, rooted in presence. The kind that honors the quiet work I’ve done to heal, forgive, and grow.

    When someone fades away, or blocks, or simply doesn’t have the depth to meet me — I breathe. I remember that peace isn’t the absence of longing; it’s the presence of alignment. I remind myself that my worth doesn’t rise or fall with someone’s ability to recognize it.

    So I’m learning to love differently — without rushing, without rescuing, without rehearsing who I think I need to be. I’m letting honesty, not exhaustion, lead the way.

    Because love that is divine, grounded, and true doesn’t demand my striving.

    It welcomes my stillness. It meets me where I am,

    and says: You are safe here.

    Be Brave,

    Michelle🌿

    “I have found the one whom my soul loves.” — Song of Solomon 3:4

    Intimately Worded | Sunday Reflections

    What would it look like for you to love without exhaustion — to let honesty, not effort, guide your connections?

    SelfLove enables better choices.

    ©️Intimately Worded, Michelle

  • The Eighth Month: A Season of Shifts, Soul Work, and Soft Becoming

    The Eighth Month: A Season of Shifts, Soul Work, and Soft Becoming

    By Michelle Tillman, PsychoTherapist/Founder of Transitional Pathways, PLLC

    Graced for more💕

    August has always felt like a threshold month. The eighth out of twelve, it marks a quiet turning point—a slow descent from summer’s height into something more inward, reflective. The number eight, symbolizing new beginnings and infinite cycles, reminds me that change isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s a whisper, a knowing, a sacred nudge inward.

    This August, I’m paying closer attention.

    I’m noticing how much I’ve grown through the stillness and the storms. Life, love, and relationships—each carry layers of complexity I continue to unpeel, not just as a therapist, but as a Black woman who holds space for others while learning to hold space for myself. Each interaction becomes an opportunity for reflection and growth, revealing deeper truths about my journey and the interconnectedness of our experiences.

    Parenting Through Transitions

    Parenting adult children is its own sacred terrain. There’s a constant balancing act between support and surrender, concern and trust. The role shifts from being a protector to a mirror—from telling them what to do, to showing them who I am becoming. And in that, I’m relearning who I am, too. It’s an intricate dance that requires both courage and vulnerability. As I navigate this evolving relationship, I find myself reflecting on the lessons of patience and grace that I wish to impart. There are days I want to gather them like I used to when they were small, encasing them in the warmth of my love and protection. And there are days when I sit quietly, choosing not to fill the silence, letting them figure it out—letting me figure it out. It’s hard. It’s holy. It’s human, a reminder that growth often comes in layers, revealing more of us in the process.

    The Inner Work of Love

    In love—romantic or otherwise—I’ve stopped striving for clarity at the expense of peace. I’ve learned that deeper connection doesn’t come from figuring someone out but from allowing myself to be fully known, even in uncertainty. Intimacy, for me now, feels less like pursuit and more like permission. The permission to be present, to not shrink, to not pretend I don’t need gentleness. Embracing this vulnerability has deepened my relationships in unexpected ways, fostering a sense of safety and trust that allows us to explore the beautiful complexity of our connections.

    I no longer equate urgency with care. Instead, I ask, Can this connection honor my healing pace? That question alone has brought more clarity than some relationships ever could. It’s taught me the power of setting boundaries and recognizing when a relationship fuels my spirit versus when it drains my energy.

    Spirit-Led Slow Living

    This season, I’ve been deepening my relationship with prayer, meditation, and the quiet art of slowing down. I used to think rest was the reward. Now I know it’s the way. Meditation isn’t always serene. Sometimes it’s tears. Sometimes it’s silence that says, “you’re safe now.” I’ve learned that God often speaks in the pauses between breaths, not just in the outcomes I used to chase. There is a different kind of wisdom that rises when you stop rushing. It invites you to savor life’s moments, to appreciate the beauty in the mundane, and to embrace stillness as a teacher.

    In this letting go of haste, I’ve begun to uncover the richness of my inner landscape—thoughts, feelings, dreams—and allowed them to unfold naturally.

    Holding Space for Myself

    As a therapist, I’ve witnessed transformation in others. But this year, I’ve been asked to be the witness for myself. To name my desires. To grieve what never happened. To celebrate how far I’ve come—even if no one else sees the full stretch. Healing is a personal journey, and each step brings me closer to my authentic self, reminding me that I am not defined by my past, but rather by my resilience.

    August reminds me that healing doesn’t have to be complete to be worthy. I can be tender and powerful. Grieving and grateful. Longing and whole. This dance of contradictions is where I find my strength, my joy, and my truth.

    To You, Reader:

    If you are navigating change—be it in your body, your boundaries, your beliefs—I hope you honor the pauses. I hope you let softness find you. I hope you remember that your pace is not a problem. It’s part of your becoming. Each step along this path is significant, and each moment of reflection is a gift to be cherished.

    Let August be an altar. Not to who you used to be, but to the soul you’re still discovering. Embrace this time of introspection, allowing it to guide you into deeper understanding and appreciation of both yourself and the intricate tapestry of life that connects us all.

    Always, with grace and truth.

    Intimately Worded,

    Michelle

    @TransitionalPathwaysPLLC

    Where healing is sacred and intimacy begins with you.

  • Significant Losses; Reflection.

    #NewThings: Embracing the newness of things. Learning to let our light shine after dark times and during the difficult moments. Learning how to want the better while unlearning the hurt of our wounds. Healing is not a measurement of how good things are going in your present.

    Trust yourSelf more with each decision you’ve made to be where you are. Love comes and how it flows for you is the healing process. We’re always evolving…our healing is a journey. Level up with grace. God is intimately intentional.

    I’m still moving within my goal word for this year: trusting mySelf. Try your best not to minimize any parts of your life. You are worthy of your work—even when it is difficult.

    Growth and healing will continue to be a hard process. Grief, loss is seemingly consistent; often it brings and leaves us in places unfamiliar. Do not lose your way in fearing what’s next. Learn to be, with love.

    I am reminded of the gentleness and generosity of #God. Grief does not miss anyone. We lose our love Ones. We want something entirely different than this type of loss. Although as painful as it is, grief and healing is not about forgetfulness or any particular destination. I encourage you to see yourSelf, to allow healing into those hidden places and within your prayers. Do not minimize where you are…you’re worthy of healing and of love. I pray your day leads you to nurturing and replenishing your soul. You’re worth of your journey.

    This work week has been a tremendous time of grief and loss —staying present with others as I proactively listen and assist them in their grieving process is challenging; in reflection, it does my heart well.

    “As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.” Karl Jung, psychiatrist

    Take care to take care of you. Do those things that comfort your soul. I see you. I love you.

    Intimately worded,

    ~Michelle

    Vulnerability will guide you—you choose. 💕💕

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  • Chapter 47 #birthdayblog the beginning…

    Selfie_August 2017

    I am not forsaking the last 46 years, I am blessed. I am humbled and ever so confident in God. His works are undeniable. This past week I attended a beautiful wedding where African Attire was required. We are a beautiful people. I attended the funeral of a great friend…her mother was –is her world. I wear my pearls in honor of her memory and my mother’s as well. Our mothers’ are the salt of the earth…they make us you know…they make us in spite of their dreams, in spite of the things they want for themselves. How amazing is the role of mother. In addition, with some dread…I am being matched to date….it has been five years since I have been on a date. What a birthday week!!  I love new experiences and value the past ones. Year 47 will be exceptional!

    My life thoughts:

    1. God works within our prayers to show His purposes for our lives.
    2. Others’ happiness can flow over to us but it is up to us to pick up the pieces they leave us.
    3. I am learning that life is grand only if you live it!
    4. Support the ones who support your dreams …without a price.
    5. Our world is relevant to what we do. What we put out returns back to us.
    6. I love being a mother it is far more rewarding than we believe, even with all the sacrifices and …I am good at it.
    7. Damien!
    8. Darius!
    9. Autumn!
    10. Bryant Wade aka Brutus!
    11. Love in spite of how we define it… it wins on its on merit.
    12. Friendships are fundamentals it indicates how we care for one another.
    13. Spirituality although renowned  is one of the most evolutionary, specific and rare experiences that will last forever.
    14. Do not always be aggressive learn to wait in hope.
    15. There is work in the wait.
    16. Connections make you vulnerable yet the real ones last a lifetime. Keep them.
    17. Love more than you hate.
    18. Although forgiveness is a process, forgive anyway. We are unable to stop the hurt. Reflect. Forgive. Move forward in love.
    19. I am okay.
    20. I am worthy of the good.
    21. Your intelligence is an asset…grow it. Share it. Use it.
    22. Hate cripples.
    23. Self-loathing destroys what God has created.
    24. Growth requires new experiences.
    25. Guarding your heart comes with responsibilities, listening and obeying. Do not guard it with barbwire.
    26. Family is the core of our existence. Love them.
    27. Racism is real. God is bigger.
    28. Our biggest fight is to love who we are.
    29. Our greatest fear is not being loved for whom we truly are…we fight to hide and hide to fight.
    30. Self-care is paramount.
    31. Sleep is wonderful, it is when God is doing so much for us and through us. Learn to rest well.
    32. God loves whom He creates. He cannot not love.
    33. Psychology and counseling is what I am great at doing. It is a gift and though heart wrenching I am committed.
    34. Giving birth is life changing; forever.
    35. When the ones we love walk out, it hurts but it is the beginning of so much more. Work through it.
    36. Encourage others; it matters. Fellowship is key to relationships.
    37. You are greater than anything that comes your way. God in all His infinite wisdom ordained it so.
    38. Comparison is the thief of joy.
    39. We indeed reap what we sow. Sow with love.
    40. Love is simple, respectful and honorable. There is not any gray matter.
    41. Do not human up what is spiritually required of you. Freewill is God given. Jesus paid the price, once. He does not have to repeat it.
    42. Adoption is unrequited love. Do not human it up.
    43. Our gifts are our freedom. Develop it. Follow through with it.
    44. Dreams come true with hard work and trust.
    45. Do the necessary #work.
    46. Safety is not a guarantee…it should be with the ones who profess their love for you.

    Chapter 47 …new one. I am determined to live life loving better, living wonderfully and assisting in the greater good wherever and whenever I can! ©

    P.S. I am excitedly afraid of the possibility of dating. A big sister type of friend says, “Not dating Oh not we cannot have that.” She has been on a mission since Wednesday. #mylife

    Intimately worded,

    Michelle

  • From Crux to Flux… Part II

    Early Saturday morning, just before it gets hot and icky out, I sit on my patio. I exhale; drink my water. I watch how the breeze plays with the leaves and gently touches my skin. I see the tiniest tomato growing on my tomato plant…its small and green and blends with the vines yet it is there. I smile remembering my Mom’s garden in the country. I frown remembering having to shuck corn…the “hair” and the worms you unveiled just flat-out gave me the creepy crawlies. Yet, eating the cooked corn was one of the greatest hits of summer. #yummy  I love nature, the simplicity of it, of how it all works in unison.

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    My little mater. #proudof mygreenthumb

    Nothing stops…seasons change, life breathes new as much as it expires, our pain is continuous yet we heal. God whispers to us when we are at our lowest and when we find just the perfect moment of peace. He is ever so indicative of being seen for such an invisible God. Without difficulty, when we are in an existential crisis and cannot see Him we have no other option but to feel His presence.

    Pain does not stop. We can both lie, dwell in it as well as allow it to be our entire reason for living. We have the choice to live within the healing process. I choose to heal and to continue healing. Healing is never-ending and it is without compromise. The beauty in brokenness—if I want to heal with love, with expectations, with hope I must do so without compromise. I cannot cheat you and heal. I cannot increase your pain and heal. I cannot stop loving and heal. I cannot forgive and love on purpose. Somehow, someway a part of this curative process is to understand the why. In addition, we cannot live there.

    My flux…I am at a new internship site that helps adolescents and adults live with their eating disorders. I have never worked with this population and it is a great learning curve for me. I am completely fascinated, mindfully and spiritually overwhelmed. This is different and no the remedy is not simple as getting one to eat. Eating disorders are physiological and psychological. I am there 4 days a week—analyzing and understanding why clients are suffering with the basic necessity required to live. I have a great part time job. I have a huge gratitude for working with like-minded people. They are professional and so kind. I am near to finishing my first book. I am transitioning. I am healing.

    My crux…Quitting at Life is not an option. Just as gardens cultivate, achieve, inspire where they are planted, we too must do the same. When God whispers it will be all right, it will be and just perfectly so. While watching nature I reflect of how holy God is. He is not some Fix-it King nor an entity that just repairs. He does so much more than our minds can phantom. How He intricately set the number of our days and count the hairs on our heads yet leaves it up to us to do what we will. His gift of freewill has no limits. We limit ourselves, create our own little boxes of our wants, we hold on to the familiar—pain, confusion, chaos, and our wants. We continue praying for what we want lessening the power of His intentional purposes for our lives.

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    My little garden: tomatoes, some type of flower and a little basil

    Get unstuck! #BelieveBigger God has a way of imparting and manifesting what we think are weaknesses into the greatest triumphs of our lives. Continue to love with care and heal according to the trust God has for you. That is not a heavy responsibility…if the thought does not bring you joy than that is where you need to heal. #mindyourmental

    Intimately written,

    Michelle ©