Blog Category: StandingTheGap

There are times during this health challenge journey … who am I kidding … during this life of hurt, abuse, manipulation, exploitation, deceit, hard knocks, realities … that the only thing that keeps me breathing and taking the next step forward, is my solitude moments. 

It’s in the solitude that all the could have, should have, got to, need to from others and myself, are allowed to fall away. 

I find that sacred place and I go there, rest, relax and wait for the enlightenment to come.  

The still small voice.  

The clarity of direction and next steps. 

The peace.  

And then … I’m ready to stand strong and take the next step. 

Sharing the journey and supporting caregivers is my passion. 

If even just one can gain insight and help.  

If even just one can break free from the hurts and bondages of their past. 

Then my life is that more blessed by blessing them.

People think I’m crazy because I chose to close my wellness practice and choose to operate from the heart ministering to others in-person, online, at retreats and on the street.  Operating on donations from the heart and purchases from my e-commerce wellness shop.  

 This choice allows me to be free to bless and support any and all in any situation: financial, physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. 

My life is all the more blessed and fuller because if it.  

Feel free to DM me, schedule a session, or … 

I am passionate about standing the gap from where you are to where you can and want to be. 

Be blessed! 

Michelle 

@Michelle_Wendt_official

@OilyBikersLife

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Sharing this from a friend as it’s so spot on:

"There was a moment when Moses had the nerve to ask God what his name is. God was gracious enough to answer, and the name he gave is recorded in the original Hebrew as YHWH. 

Over time we’ve arbitrarily added an “a” and an “e” in there to get YaHWeH, presumably because we have a preference for vowels. But scholars and rabbis have noted that the letters YHWH represent breathing sounds, or aspirated consonants. When pronounced without intervening vowels, it actually sounds like breathing. YH (inhale): WH (exhale). 

So a baby’s first cry, his first breath, speaks the name of God. A deep sigh calls His name – or a groan or gasp that is too heavy for mere words. Even an atheist would speak His name unaware that their very breath is giving constant acknowledgment to God. Likewise, a person leaves this earth with their last breath, when God’s name is no longer filling their lungs. 

So when I can’t utter anything else, is my cry calling out His name? 

Being alive means I speak His name constantly. Is it heard the loudest when I’m the quietest? 

In sadness, we breathe heavy sighs. In joy, our lungs feel almost like they will burst. In fear, we hold our breath and have to be told to breathe slowly to help us calm down. When we’re about to do something hard, we take a deep breath to find our courage.  

When I think about it, breathing is giving him praise. Even in the hardest moments! 

This is so beautiful and fills me with emotion every time I grasp the thought. God chose to give himself a name that we can’t help but speak every moment we’re alive. All of us, always, everywhere. Waking, sleeping, breathing, with the name of God on our lips." 

- Sandra Thurman Caporale

This is to good not to share!

Thanks Karen Fairhurst for sharing this.  It is well written.  

After many years of a life of many types of abuse, fear used to make decisions for me and opportunities were killed, stolen or destroyed.  

I have purposefully worked on overcoming and breaking fear from my past and it’s control on m.  

It is essential for me to soar in my new career and to be able to help others.

Here’s what Karen shared: 

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I was recently working with a girl who was genuinely interested in joining my business talk herself out of it because she was scared. It made me so sad for her.

Turns out, joy is a scary feeling. When we find ourselves in a moment so happy and beautiful, the only thing our brain knows how to do is prepare us for the crash landing.

What could go wrong? How will this get messed up? What is the worst possible outcome of this wonderful scenario?

We celebrate our friends so easily because their joy isn’t a risk to us. It isn’t SCARY.

But we talk down to ourselves because OUR joy is downright terrifying.

I mean, what would happen if we believed we were beautiful? What would happen if we celebrated our OWN talents? If we loved our bodies and our minds? If we allowed ourselves to fly?

Well, sometimes things that fly fall down. And that hurts like hell. So, I guess that’s what could happen.

Maybe that’s why, instead of letting ourselves take that risk to be joyful, we say “Nope. You stay put. Right there. Where it’s miserably safe. If you already believe you are a failure, then failure doesn’t hurt, now does it?”

Keep ya head up girl. We’re gonna keep working on it. You will feel joy even if it’s not with my team❤️

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so are there areas you are ready and/or need to break free from fear?

Are you ready to break free and link arms with me and use your strengths and passions to support a project that harmonizes with who you are?

I’d adore linking arms with you and breaking free from the fear holds of the past, give me a shout!

As always ...

I’m passionate about Standjng the Gap from where you are to where you can and want to be!

Freedom Rocks!