My interview about childhood sexual abuse with Crystal Sutherland on the Journey to Heal Podcast felt vulnerable… but, in a good way. We talked about the upcoming #hoperun2021 and the amazing and overwhelming support it provides for survivors. When I attended the first run two years ago, I was amazed! After the race, I said, […]Read More
I needed to hear these three words today… maybe you do too?Read More
Hi, my name is Michelle, and I am a control freak. When I think of the little girl in me, I understand why control is so paramount. Even now, being in control feels like survival, and losing control triggers me into a slow spiral of complete helplessness. I equate control with safety, and when I […]Read More
A furious squall came up, and the waves broke over my life so much that I nearly drowned. (Mark 4:37 rewritten) I immediately panicked and put on the nearest life vest floating on the water. Then I grabbed buckets and furiously worked to dump the water out as quickly as possible. I cried and screamed […]Read More
Follow God’s example, therefore, as dearly loved children and walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. Ephesians 5:2 The lens of Childhood Sexual Abuse affected my life and my vision. It distorted my perceptions and impacted my […]Read More
Fear of man will prove to be a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is kept safe. Proverbs 29:25 I pray this sets someone free. It happened two Sunday’s ago. I walked in a little late to Sunday School and sat quietly in the empty chair directly in front of my friend Tope, the teacher. The four of us […]Read More
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. John 10:27 I stood there at the register in Walmart patiently waiting for the cashier to ring up my items, when I felt God impress on my heart to give her the cash in my wallet. What? It wasn’t a lot of money, but I dismissed the thought […]Read More
My eyes stay open through the watches of the night, that I may meditate on your promises. Psalm 119:148 For many years, I have heard those awful mean voices in my head that tell me I am not enough. Over and over, they declare that I am not good enough, I am not smart enough, […]Read More
That’s the thing about a traumatic memory. You don’t just retell it, you relive it.
Your mind struggles to process it, and your mouth hesitates to say it, but your body screams. Your body remembers every detail.
Others may doubt you, and they may even tell you, “There’s no way. I don’t believe it happened.”
You wish it didn’t happen.
You wish you could forget.
You wish you had it wrong.
But you know your truth.
You know your reality.
You know your struggle.
I believe you. Three simple words that change everything.Read More