Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Oh the Changes We Will See

For the last five weeks I have been attending a Beth Moore bible study, Children of the Day. I could have never dreamed of the things that would swell up inside of me on a study based on 1st and 2nd Thessalonians (probably would have had a better idea if I had actually read it before signing up). But sometimes I am a throw-it-to-the-wind kind of gal and I just dove in before I could talk myself out of it.

I am a Beth Moore newbie. I honestly thought that it would be a historical, situational, non-personal kind of study. Anyone familiar with Beth Moore must know that isn’t her type of studies. I am hungry for God’s word so I was ready. I had great intentions to do the homework every day, write out the chapters, and soak up everything that I could. Then three days in, life happens. You know the kind of small things that come up like deciding to redo your entire house because your son is getting a new bedroom suite. It went a little like this “Since he’s getting new furniture we should put new carpet down.” And I just need to add what an overwhelming experience picking out carpet was. How is it possible to visually imagine what an entire roll of carpet is going to look like from a photo sized square?  Carpet for one bedroom led to carpet for all three bedrooms. “Before the new carpet comes I better paint!” Thank you Jesus for “oops paint” at Lowe’s because I would still be there staring at the arsenal of rainbow paint samples.  Then new paint led to small things like baseboards for the entire house. Anyways you get the point. Life happens- and its timing is always inconvenient. I say all of that to say this- by just barely dipping my toes into the study, it brought healing and a God perspective on things that I had buried deep inside. So deep I had almost forgotten about it. There wasn’t immediate healing. The first week was painful. In fact, I wanted to quit because I didn’t know what to do with these emotions. Unbeknownst to me, God knew what was in store for week two. Thank you Lord the stars aligned and I was planted in that church seat on week two. Healing came. Oh such beautiful healing and restoration and forgiveness to un-forgiveness I had stuffed down in my soul.

Beth Moore is such a beautiful and eloquent speaker and writer. She has this maternal aurora shinning around her and I was instantly drawn to that maternal figure.  By the end of session one, I wanted her to adopt me and tuck me under her wings all safe and sound. I drove home crying at the yearning for my own mother. We have a great relationship, but I just wanted more and more of her in my life. I wanted Mom more abundantly. In fact I started looking at real estate houses big enough to move her in. But her husband (my step father) probably wouldn’t enjoy that as much as I would.  Just as I longed for the picture perfect family so did the longing for my Father. Again, we have a great relationship but I felt I had needed more. Perhaps I needed more than either one could give me. Perhaps, I would have never had enough. I learned in week two that God is my maternal and paternal parent. Wait, what? Yep, He is. I had always envisioned him as the strict father type role. I never once considered that he is also nurturing us as he correcting us. Perfect love - He has perfect love. I had failed to see the people he was strategically placing in my life to fill the void I was so deeply longing for.  I see it now, and I am so incredibly thankful for it.

My focus shouldn’t stop at the earthly realm. He directs us to step in faith and look into the abyss where He resides. My eyes had stopped with my situation. I didn’t look beyond. God was filling my voids and I didn’t recognize it. Are you blindly looking past God’s blessings? Maybe it comes in different forms than we are expecting. Expect the unexpected.


Half way through, my experience with this study has been restoring. With every turn of the page it is like peeling wrapping off my soul, rejuvenating God’s truth page by page. 

Here is a picture of my living room with the chaos of three bedrooms being lumped in it.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Hey there happy. It has been a while.

So I have had a list of blog ideas going in my head and when I feel inspired - usually at a very inconvenient time- I jot them down type them into my phone. By doing that I am assuming that I will remember exactly what I was thinking about and I should be able to pick up from there. However, I believe our Creator (along with passionate love and grace) also has a sense of humor. I am sure you see where this is going.

Here is my list of blog ideas hanging in my phone:
Extraordinary Ordinarily
Mundane Miracles
Control Freak- Living by faith, not by sight
Discipline- Some of my greatest blessings came with some of the greatest pain.

My friend and probably my only blog reader -Hey Amy!- has been politely nudging me to do another blog posting. First let me just say that I am humbled and surprised at all the positive feedback I have had from my blog. So I thought it would be fun to let her pick my next topic. Guess what? The one she picked, yep, I have no clue where that particular inspiration came from. I could probably make up some stuff to go along with it but then that would defeat the purpose of this blog. And while were on the topic of purpose (yes I started the sentence with And, AND I don't care) my blog are thoughts that I have and want to share with you and maybe help someone not feel so completely alone in this very non-perfect world. I want to be transparent and real about the daily struggles that we endure in life. I am not sure who started painting the "perfect life" picture but I am throwing graffiti all over it. Hopefully, this blog is real but yet humorous enough to bring a smile and bit of comfort.

Let me just piggy back of of my last post Mind Like a Minefield. I spoke about anxiety and depression. I have since gone and sought professional medical help. Believe me when I say, that yes I was once that person who thought people who needed pills were on a level of crazy that I wanted nothing to do with. God has since humbled me in so many areas, this one in particular. Four weeks into being medicated, I feel like Michelle. I do not feel spaced out. I am not walking around high. I remember the moment vividly when it hit me. I was working, plowing away through the mountain of tasks that had to be done as I do everyday, but this time it was different. I caught myself slightly smiling- for no reason.

Why am I smiling? Why do I feel happy? Hmm, this is weird. 

Who knew that mental disorders come in very different packages, shapes, and sizes? Crazy is not one size fits all. It is just as common and temporary or permanent as other ailments that affect our bodies. So my brain was lacking a chemical and the pill I take everyday is replacing that chemical. Kind of sounds like vitamins huh?

crazy people              I am guessing which friend WOULD do this daily....LMAO ! ;   now that is funny ......

Moving forward, love your self enough to take care of your mind just as you would your body. Remove the pride, take a deep breath, and let someone help you for a bit. It's much needed.

Love you! Mean it!


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Mind Like a Minefield

Who ever said a woman's most complex organ is her brain, must have been -no doubt- a woman. Growing up words like stress, anxiety, and depression were foreign to me. I suppose these words were never really completely defined. At times I have sought counsel, and they would ask "Are you stressed/depressed/etc?" I would always answer no. Knowing myself now and looking back to those times, I realize that I was probably just giving the "correct" answer. Because even considering any of those things would have meant that I could have a problem or be damaged. I would have to admit fault. What a horrible thing pride is. Stepping into my 30's I am realizing that depression, stress, and anxiety are real things that happen to real people- even nice normal people. That being said, I am pretty sure I have had a touch or two of all of them in my lifetime. Most just recently and some currently. Unmasking my imperfections is horrifying. Like being naked in front of a crowd type of horrifying. So there it is, I said it. I, Michelle Poteet, am a touch crazy. Okay maybe not crazy but I am normal. Normal being that it has got to be damn near impossible to go through this trying life of valleys and peaks and come out the other side with out scars. Perfection is in Heaven and not a platform to measure my self worth while on Earth. Let me say it again. Perfection is in Heaven and not a platform to measure my self worth while on Earth. Now only to retrain my brain to actually think that way.

 I have not yet sought medical professional help, but I have gotten lots of enjoyment with all the relating pins on Pinterest. On a happy note, one of my favoriet things to do is make fun of myself so here is my best attempt at doing that. A few of my favorites via Pinterest:
thebaddaysite:  This is my superpower I swear

I procrastinate to alleviate stress, but procrastinating stresses me out.
Funny Stencils MASQUERADING as a NORMAL PERSON by SuperiorStencils, $10.50



Maybe I should rename this post Pinterest is my Prozac...


Wednesday, May 7, 2014

It's a blog! Born on 5.7.14. Weighing: Life's ups and downs Named: Coming out of my Shell

Hello little blog,

It's a bright, new, and (very) unknown blogging world. I am excited to see what you grow into. I hope I can remember to nurture you, feed you words, share you with others and grow you up.

For the last few weeks I have had this nagging thought -after just completing 14 years worth of school (okay I know what you must be thinking and you are very wrong)- that I actually missed writing. A long time ago I wrote to release and in the midst of 14 years of school, the last thing I wanted to do was to write. I avoided it like the plague. In fact, I changed my major several times just to avoid classes that I thought involved writing. Funny how that one came back around to bite me in the butt.

Any who so here I am...thinking, thinking about this scary new world of revealing what was past, what is, and whats to come. Thinking about how many grammatical errors I will make (feel free to tell me, I'm pretty good at learning from my mistakes), thinking of the possibilities, doors opening, and doors shutting. What I will write about? Will anyone care? Is this just a glorified (public) diary? Oh how my brain goes on and on.

Dear little blog, I don't have plans for you yet. Let's just grab fate by the hand and see where we land.
[This is a herb box that I purchased from Target last year- it didn't make it. You should see my other plants, er non-plants.]