Waiting For A Good Man… (The Devotion)

Waiting For A Good Man… (The Devotion)




***A Father always alongside his children…***

Thank You. You desire that we each will choose to know the satisfying and true love of You, who we can surely call Father.

But God, so many do not know a relationship with a dad that is healthy, stable, encouraging, and full of love. Many are also living in a situation where ‘daddy’ doesn’t want to participate with the babies that need it most. Because of this hearts are breaking, homes are falling apart, and children are becoming adults confused about their worth, identity, and purpose. It’s a vicious circle Lord and the cycle seems to be growing more intense.

Lord, our world is desperate for good daddy’s, for men willing to resemble You here no matter what the cost. Our world is losing the true man You intended to be ‘dad’ to purpose stealers like, alcoholism, drug addiction, pornography, and gender confusion. I know You see what is taking place here, and Lord, we need Your intervention. Please God, make our men be bold, brave, and determined to live and love Your way with reckless abandon. Make our men fiery passionate about being committed to one woman, dedicated to providing for one household, and wholly involved in raising one family on the foundation of Your Word alone…

Lord, these are the men You intended to take tender care of hearts in the women You created here. These are the men You intended to lead the children You have blessed our arms to hold. These are the only kind of men that can change the course that we are on. We. Need. Them. Now. God, I know that You are able. Oh, that we would allow our hearts to be moved by You… Lord, raise up these men.

And Lord,

For my sisters whose hearts desire these men but have sadly encountered the latter, please Father, let them commit their hearts only to You as they wait. Lord, do not let these women sell out for less than the Love You intend their hearts to experience. Lord, when they are desiring a relationship, when their hearts are feeling lonely- can You act quick? Please tend to their hearts immediately with a satisfying love that only You can give- Please Lord, help my sisters to wait for You and the Love You will bring them in a man that loves You and honors women…

God, hearts are breaking, marriages are collapsing and children, our sweet babies are caught in the aftermath. Lord, please intervene. I know Your plan is good. I trust Your proven character. On behalf of the women I know and love, I ask that You would help them feel Your presence and trust Your goodness as they wait. Be Father to the fatherless, Companion to the lonely, and available to the every need of every willing heart. I believe You able, in Jesus’ name

Sister, I remember a time I needed love desperately. I did so many dumb things initially to fill that desire. I was never satisfied. I was not supposed to be and neither are you. Do not think for one second that God has passed you by. He HAS SOMETHING FOR YOU. Sometimes we are just so busy trying to manipulate life into what we want, that we never settle long enough to see it. I had to surrender my efforts, my willingness to settle, and my skewed view of self. Instead I had to spend time with Him. I realized my heart deserved good love and I finally allowed His love to be enough. He is willing to occupy our loneliness and heal our hurt. I pray you allow your mind to believe Him available and just take time to rest your weary soul … He is waiting on you. He, the true Gentleman, will never force His way…

….This picture is a direct result of His love and Goodness to me. I finally surrendered my efforts and truly felt fully satisfied in just a relationship with Him. When I least expected it, He brought him- one who loves me and our children so very well.

Praying With You,


Psalm 36:7 How precious is your unfailing love, O God! All humanity finds shelter in the shadow of your wings

Feeling Flawed?

Feeling Flawed?


There were all of these leaves with holes.
Just hundreds of little holes.
As I walked and looked closer I thought of the word ‘filigree’. This word is normally used in regards to jewelry.
It means delicately made, with intricate detail, and it’s typically created by hand.

I picked up this leaf. I brought it home.
I needed it today.
I needed to see its beautiful detail, drawn together by tiny holes, dried veins, and fragile edges.
It was in the process of decomposing, and even then, beauty.

God whispered to my heart, “Josie, I see you. I know your ‘flaws’ better than you do. I’ve allowed these to be yours. It is through your holes that you look harder for Me, cling tighter to Me, and become more like Me. It is within the decomposing, the breaking down of those things you hold onto, put before me, in the decomposing of your effort and will, my sweet sweet daughter, there I AM and there is your beauty. Like this leaf will soon wither away, so too will your skin, here. BUT what I am working on, what I am creating in you, that THAT which is BEAUTIFUL, that will LAST FOREVER. Take heart my girl, this here is temporary. Your flaws? Love them and surrender them, because once their in My hands, they fall through the holes of grace, the holes of forgiveness, the holes of Love that I allowed to pierce through my hands just for you…

When your flaws fall through those holes, they have fallen away forever. I know it. You just need to believe it.

I love you. I have done all that is needed for you to live well there. Believe Me sweet girl,
My holes make you whole.


I didn’t expect such a deep lesson from a mere dried up leaf. But when the Lord wants me to ‘get’ something, He is usually pretty profound about it.

In the filigree of our making, the detail and all of our flaws, lies a BEAUTIFUL opportunity to give Him our brokenness, our holes, to be made whole…

Praying with you friends. Praying we will see His beauty in our flaws… He is so good and is truly a Master designer. Nothing without intention and purpose. NOT ONE PART OF US.

Hope this helps to make your #MinutesMatter a bit more tonight. Time with Him today changed me.

Love You,

This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder,’ Angela Jaworski!

This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder,’ Angela Jaworski!

This #WOWWednesday I am SO very excited to celebrate a woman whom I love and admire.  Her story isn’t filled with abuse, addiction, and abandonment.  You won’t read of a woman that had to suffer great heartaches (though she had her share) before she chose to change her circumstances, her life.  In fact, her life thus far has truly been a blessed one.

So, you may be wondering why I chose to share her story at all today.

Well, I’ll tell you.  It is WONDERFUL to know how the Lord redeems so much of what is taken from our lives either by others or as a result of the choices we make.   To see how He restores brokenness is, to me, one of the most beautiful gifts of our Savior.  He loves us so much that He delights in restoring us.

However, there is just as much awesome to be celebrated for the woman who simply just believed Him and His Word from the very beginning.  A woman who was brave enough, despite peer pressure and societal persuasion, to maintain a wholesome lifestyle because she CHOSE to honor her Lord.  A woman who, though it challenging, chose to believe that there is BLESSING in PURITY and therefore committed to waiting on God for her husband- no matter how long that would be.

I believe this is indeed #WOW worthy, more than wonderful, and deeply deeply needed as an example to today’s young girls…

Without hesitation, it is my greatest privilege to introduce to you this week’s

Woman Of Wonder, Angela Jaworski!


The grace, patience and unconditional love of my Lord Jesus Christ is amazing. I first responded to God’s love when I was in 2nd grade. Through the children’s program at my church, I understood that there is an inherent gap between each of us and God. This gap is due to sin and there was nothing I could do of my own accord to bridge it; and as long as the gap remained it was impossible for me to have a relationship with God or have the eternal security of Heaven. But as I found out then and am still seeing now- what God requires He also provides! God provided the means to cancel my sin and allow me the gift of salvation, through the sacrifice of His Son Jesus, who took the punishment of my sin upon Himself.  All I had to do was accept this gift. Thank You Jesus for children’s church workers who are dedicated to teach this! If this sounds foreign to you, or you have not yet accepted the free gift of salvation and God’s love, please message myself or Josie.  As I grew in my relationship with Jesus, I learned a few very important promises: He loved me deeply and I had such worth in Him (Romans 8:35-39), and that He had a plan specifically for my life (Jeremiah 29:11, Proverbs 16:9, Romans 8:28). So, I trusted in these promises from Him continually and lived happily ever after without ever doubting either…..NOT!!!


Josie has asked me a few times to write my “story” for her page, and while extremely honored, I was non-committal. In my head I kept thinking, “there is nothing special about my life, or my testimony.” I am learning that this is a lie that Satan uses to keep us quiet, and contradicts both of those promises I just mentioned. Incidentally, the last few months I have been trying to be more sensitive to hear and obey God’s promptings…so of course when Josie asked me again I thought “dang it! Ok, Ok God…I hear You!”  To boot, Josie asked that I write specifically about a part of my life that is kind of awkward to talk about….so, here goes being obedient to God’s prompting! I am praying that in doing this my “story” will touch a young girl who needs to hear it! What part of my life might this be? Staying sexually pure and pursuing God’s plan even when it means indefinite singleness.

Growing up I was taught a lot about modesty and staying sexually pure for my own sake, as well as for the sake of any guy I am encountering (they aren’t my future husband, they are someone else’s). At ~13 years old it all seemed fine and dandy to me… don’t dress/act slutty, and wait until I get married to have sex. My master plan for my life included getting married at ~18 anyway, so no big deal to wait until then…right? The funny thing about master plans though is that God’s plan is usually VERY different (Proverbs 16:9). To be more accurate, God’s plan for my life was about 99.9% different from 13-year-old-Angela’s plan.


Well, I didn’t end up having a “boyfriend” until I was 27; and I got married at age 28. And I thank God every day for my husband Dan! He is such proof that of those promises I keep mentioning. I guess those years until I married my husband are my “story.” Was it easy being single / remaining sexually pure until 28? Sometimes yes; sometimes no.Was I a stalwart saint touting how great it was that I was single? Uh…no.  Sometimes my singleness was not even a thought in my head, as I pursued what I believed was God’s plan for my young adult life. I learned from a mentor to savor those single years (however many they may be) that it was a time that I could dedicate myself to ministry in a way that I would not be able to if/when I was married. So I went on a few short-term missions trips, became very involved with helping the youth group at Church, and was able to establish my career in a field that required long hours. But, at times it was extremely lonely and I doubted any self-worth or beauty (inside or out), and had my moments of crying out to God asking what was wrong with me, asking if anyone would ever love me. Most of the time I was confident and trusted God’s promise from Psalm 37:4 (Delight yourself in the Lord, and He shall give you the desire of your heart.). I had a strong desire to be a wife and mother, and I made my desire known to God, and I was ok with waiting. But then there were also those panicked moments when I felt I was going to end up a crazy cat lady spinster.


I remember having a conversation with my mom about dating when I was about 19. She reiterated what I already knew, but was starting to struggle with at time: wait on God, He will send the right, godly man my way when it is time. I was encouraged by her and other mentors not to simply pursue guys or relationships for the sake of dating. Why leave my heart so unguarded without at least an inkling that it was what God planned for me (Proverbs 4:23). Ok, but that master plan of mine…


I will recount for you one particular guy who for years Satan kept bringing to my mind in moments of doubt, my one regret, my chance to feel loved that I missed. Ladies, you need to hear this, Satan sucks sometimes! He will hold these lies over you and make you feel just awful. This guy was a coworker at a former job. He was flirtatious andgorgeous, making me feel beautiful and wanted. Sounds great right? It was exactly what I wanted, but not what I needed. This young man was not a Christian and was not hiding sexual activities or intentions. I can still remember one particular shift where I was so close to cracking it is scary in hindsight. But I thank God for His inexplicable faithfulness, and strength directly from Him to withstand temptation (1 Corinthians 10:13).


Whew! I made out of that close call! And it was all sunshine and lollipops until I got married to Dan….again, NOT!! Like I mentioned earlier, lots of days it was easy to be single, with some pretty tough days peppered in over the years. In March of 2012 something happened that shook my life to its very core. What happened is a whole different story, but I firmly believe that God using it as a way to make me look to Him and Him alone. As a result I started attending a new church; shortly thereafter I met my future husband. I realized quickly that he was the man I had been praying for for so many years. He loved and respected God and also me. Our dating relationship had its own set of temptations- by that time I was a grown woman who’d lived by myself for years- no roommate or parents to keep track of what went on in my apt. But, by this point I had a whole lifetime to look back on and see that God had proven Himself trustworthy and faithful, why change now and subject myself or Dan to undue temptation? Affirmation came during a conversation early on in our relationship; Dan said that he respected me and wanted to wait until we were married to be intimate. I can’t remember if I started crying like a baby right then and there or if I held back until he was gone…what God requires He will also provide! We were married in October of 2013 and now we are expected our first little baby together this December.

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I am so thankful for my single years. I was able to do a lot, learn a lot and depend on God a LOT. I don’t want to end my “story” with me finding a man and getting married though. I have met many ladies who see marriage as the be all and end all of their lives; their entire self-worth comes from their husband. I am so thankful for my husband and the friendship and relationship we have together, but I still need to trust God daily and still have to get my ultimate self-worth from the unchanging love of God. So I guess my hope in sharing my rambling story with you is to let you know that first, you have extreme worth and love from Jesus and He craves a real relationship with you, and second, TRUST that God has a plan specifically for your life and be flexible and willing to ditch your “master plan” for his. Lastly, it is so worth it to follow Him, and look to Him instead of others.





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This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder,’ Ashlee Lundvall!

This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder,’ Ashlee Lundvall!

 I knew it then, but reading her story again reminded me of what an AMAZING privilege it was to meet this week’s #WOWWednesday woman, Ashlee Lundvall, back in 2014.

Being pregnant I was already emotional, but I sat in the audience and cried all over again as she shared how her life drastically changed, by an accident (or not), going into her junior year of high school!  Ashlee’s life is an outstanding example of what it means to overcome trials, redefine circumstances, and ultimately TRUST God’s perfect plan…

Even if it feels imperfect to us!

She never expected this accident to happen, but what she did because of it will truly inspire you!

With great honor and joy I introduce you to my sweet friend, Ashlee Lundvall!


Have you ever been somewhere that just felt like home? As if you had waited your entire life to be in that place and remain forever? To me, that place has always been Wyoming. I dreamed of it long before my first visit as a teen on a family vacation. The mountains, horses, fresh air, and laid back way of life were appealing even then, and continue to inspire me on a daily basis.
I was a very active teenager.  Growing up outside of Indianapolis, I enjoyed vacations with my family, horseback riding, and at over six feet tall, I loved playing basketball, volleyball, and softball. I had great friends, a serious boyfriend, and I was on track to graduate with honors with plans to go to medical school and become an orthopedic surgeon. Life was good.
Raised in a Christian family, I made a profession of faith at a young age.


Eventually, though, I gave my testimony based more on my parents’ memories of that day than my own. I struggled with this for many years, but—as a pastor’s daughter—I was afraid to admit my relationship with Jesus was built on a flimsy foundation.
I had recurring nightmares where I woke and frantically searched for family members. If I ever found myself alone in the house for more than a few minutes, I automatically assumed the Rapture had occurred and I had missed my chance and been left behind! As soon as I found a family member, I felt immense relief, followed by guilt at my doubt and lack of belief.
This went on for several years. When in doubt, I whispered a quick prayer of reassurance—almost a just-in-case to cover me until the feelings of fear returned. The summer before I turned thirteen, I had finally had enough. Was “blowing my cover” really worth the spiritual agony and strain? If the Rapture did happen, would I be able to stand before a holy God and explain that my fear of what others might think prevented me from making an actual commitment to Christ?
During one of Dad’s Sunday sermons about the White Throne Judgment, he made a statement that resonated with me: “You can’t be too saved, but you can be too lost.” The light bulb went on for me in that moment. Maybe I had gotten saved as a young child, but was I really willing to continue in doubt about something so eternally important? During the invitation, I tugged on my Mom’s sleeve and whispered, “I need to make sure.”
We knelt together at the front altar and I gave my life to Jesus. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I do remember the uncontrollable crying that came after.  A dam had broken, and my anxiety and fear flooded out.


Once I was spent, I had such peace. The burden had been lifted, and I knew my future was secure. I know now that the Lord, in His omniscience, understood I would need to have this foundation firmly established in order to deal with the coming trials…
When I learned of the opportunity to attend a summer camp at a ranch in Wyoming, I started saving my money right away. It was a dream come true! I loved everything about my time at the ranch, and I knew that this summer would make a huge difference in my life. I just didn’t know how huge the difference would be.
On Monday morning, August 2, 1999, I woke up early to complete my chores before leaving for a backpacking trip in the mountains. I walked down to the corrals, climbed up onto the hay rack, and began pitching feed to the livestock below. As I broke open a bale of hay, a flake fell to the side. I leaned over to grab the piece with my pitchfork and lost my balance. As I began to fall, my last thought was, “Throw the pitchfork.”


The next thing I remember is waking up. I tried to get up and could not move the lower half of my body. I assumed a bale of hay had fallen on me, or that one of the steers had gotten loose and was standing on me. Then I noticed the pitchfork handle under my back. Although I had flung the implement, I had hit my head on the way down and had been thrown out onto the fallen, wooden handle. Like a giant “T,” I was laying flat directly on the tool. I was not impaled, but the pitchfork had still done its damage. I noticed a strange tingling in my legs and back, with no pain, but with no movement or control.
The pitchfork had caused a blowout fracture of my T-12 vertebra and irreparable damage to my spinal cord. I screamed for help, and from that point, my memory begins to blur for the next few weeks. Several surgeries were needed to remove the bone fragments, and bone grafts from my hip and pelvis were harvested to rebuild my spinal column. Physical therapy was intense. I will never forget when the surgeons entered my room after my second surgery and told me that it was unlikely that I would ever walk again…
To say that the next few years were hard would be a vast understatement. I missed the first eleven weeks of my junior year in high school. Despite above and beyond measures of some amazing teachers and hours of private tutoring, I lost my 4.0 GPA. Things didn’t work out with my boyfriend, and my basketball team won the state championship while I took stats from the bench. I had these amazing plans, and I sat by helplessly as they slipped away, one by one. It was a pretty dark time in my young life. From the outside, I looked like this smiling, positive teenager. People called me inspirational, motivational, and a slew of other positive words that I knew were not descriptive of my inner self. I was scared, angry, and bitter about this freak accident that had stolen my dreams. I didn’t understand how God could have allowed this in my life.
Maybe you haven’t experienced an accident like mine, but we’ve all faced loss. Loss of a loved one, a job, an ability, a dream, your very own “Pitchfork Moment.” Loss is inevitable. Change happens. Pain is prevalent in this sinful world. But it’s what you choose to do in that moment that truly matters.
I had always wanted to be a surgeon. I love to help people, I love puzzles, anything where I can put something back together. I never had a “Plan B” for my career choice. So I vowed that this was the one dream that I would hold on to. The accident had taken enough- I refused to give it my future.
And so I graduated from high school and headed off to college to pursue a pre-med degree. People applauded my decision. My friends and family told me that they knew if anyone could do it, it was me. And that first year of college was my own private hell. I quickly realized that this dream that had once been so vital to my happiness looked nothing like I had hoped. The wheelchair changed everything. The logistics of taking a wheelchair into a sterile environment were daunting. I had great upper body strength, but my balance was horrible and my leg tremors were not ideal to handling a scalpel over a body. I fought so hard to force things. Ideas were brought up about new medications, special devices, all things that would make my dream more of a possibility.
I finally wheeled back and took a hard look at this dream of mine. I quickly realized that it looked nothing like what I wanted. That is when I learned a life-changing lesson.

Sometimes it takes more courage to let go of old dreams and make new ones, than to hang on to old dreams that you don’t even recognize anymore. I had to allow God to redefine my life and my future.

There seems to be a philosophy in the disability community that in order to “beat” your disability, you have to continue your life after your disability, just as you did before it. I now wholeheartedly disagree with this. My career path needed a very drastic overhaul. I could become bitter about this, or force the issue to prove a point, but instead, I made the choice to accept it and moved on to the next adventure. I reevaluated my desire to help others, and decided to go to law school to make lots of money shutting down every place in the world that wasn’t wheelchair accessible.
Great plan, right? Maybe, but my intentions were not the best. I graduated a Top Ten Female at a college of more than 30,000 students and even took the LSATs before I realized I was about to spend the next three years of my life killing myself for something I already had. And that was a deep-rooted faith that everything happens for a reason, and that my accident could actually be the best thing that could have happened to me. Maybe I could help others dealing with similar loss? Maybe that was the answer to the big question of why my accident had happened? To prepare for this new goal, I decided to go to graduate school at Maranatha Baptist Seminary in Watertown, WI, where I graduated with a MA in Biblical Counseling. I wanted the training to use my faith to help others.
But before I left for Wisconsin, something amazing happened. I met a boy. When I returned to high school after my hospitalization, and as I moved on to college, I was hyper-sensitive to male attention. Who would want to marry a girl in a wheelchair? If a guy looked at me twice, in my mind, we were headed to the altar. If I didn’t get my hooks in the first one that showed even the slightest bit of interest, who knew if I would get another chance? This attitude of low self esteem and being perfectly happy to settle seems to resonate with lots of single girls in our society today, and not just those with a disability. And I bought into it completely, spending all four years of college dating boys I had no business dating. Thankfully, the Lord protected me from any serious consequences, but my heart and mind were firmly gripped by this insane notion of settling for less than God had for me.
My sister and I were visiting friends in Wyoming in May of 2005, and the church had planned a youth group activity. When we pulled in to the ranch, a young man came and helped me out of the vehicle. He had my chair put together, in the right way, and positioned in the correct place so I could transfer in to it. He proceeded to walk by me across the gravel parking lot, and expertly turn my chair and pull it up the steps into the building where we were meeting. Who was this guy? Most boys I had been interested in seemed to be only out to prove they could throw me in their truck with one arm. In complete contradiction, this guy knew how to help without being told, but still gave me my space and allowed me to be as independent as possible. I was amazed.

Russ helped me finally understand the beauty of finding your worth in Christ instead of searching for it in other people. For the first time, someone cared about me because of my disability, and not in spite of it. I found out later that Russ’ Dad had MS, and that my being in a wheelchair was commonplace to him and his family. I firmly believe that God allowed Russ to care of his father in preparation of meeting me. And God blessed my choice to not settle. I could spend hours telling you all about Russ, but long story short, we were engaged six months later and married the following summer. And the best part? After graduate school, we moved back to Wyoming.


Finally- I was living in my dream location. But those old fears resurfaced. Would it be the same now that I was in a wheelchair? Was this another dream that I would have to reevaluate? I quickly realized that not only could I continue the outdoor activities I enjoyed before my accident, I could also discover new adventures in the outdoors!
Like four-wheeling, and camping, and kayaking, and hunting. Yes, I said hunting! The outdoors do not have to be a scary place for individuals with disabilities. If it hadn’t been for my accident, who knows if I would have ever found these amazing outdoor opportunities?


We are all faced with life changing events at some point. Maybe it’s the loss of a loved one, the loss of a job, the loss of a dream? I am not saying it’s always an easy task, but when does anything worth doing not include some extra effort? You simply need to be willing to try, to be willing to think outside the box and be brave enough to put yourself out there. If you want it to happen, make it happen. Realize and accept that it might take some creativity, some innovation, some new thinking, but God did not give us a spirit of fear! And don’t take my word for it…experience it for yourself and see if it is all you dreamed it could be. If it is…congratulations! If not, chalk it up to added wisdom and move on to the next adventure.
In 2008, I was approached by a friend in a wheelchair about starting a non-profit group for disabled hunters. My husband and his family are hunters, but it was never something I had gotten in to. We founded Wyoming Disabled Hunters that fall, and the next year, 2009, we held our inaugural hunt. I thought I would be able to put my nerdy computer skills to good use as the Secretary of the Board, but I never dreamed I would become a huntress myself.


When I was approached about being a hunter, I was a little reluctant at first. Could I pull the trigger? Would I want to pull the trigger? At the encouragement of family and friends, I decided to try. And I’m so glad I did! Hunting has become one of my biggest passions. From the physical challenge, to the patience and precision of the shot, to the affordable, organic meat- I love it all! I am proud to be a part of the country’s largest group of conservationists, and I am passionate about helping others enjoy hunting as well.

If I could be brave enough to go pursue these amazing adventures, what else was I capable of? I had always wanted to be a Mom, but when my accident happened, one of my first thoughts was that I might not ever get that opportunity. Or if I did, how in the world would I ever take care of a baby? What if I dropped it or rolled over it? Did I really want to embarrass a child by being the Mom in the wheelchair?

Luckily, I had an amazing team of doctors who believed in the perfect blend of honesty, reality, and doing everything they can to help their patients live the life they want to live in a safe and healthy way. And I also realized that parents embarrass their kids all the time, no matter their abilities! So we took a leap of faith, and on September 1, 2010, Addison Bree Lundvall changed our lives forever.

You may have questions about how all of that worked, and continues to work, so please feel free to ask me about that and any other questions you may have via my website, but suffice to say that innovation is something that I have to implement every day. Whether it’s figuring out shopping and errands with a toddler in tow, to making sure she understands that people that aren’t in wheelchairs are just as cool as people who are, every day is a new adventure. Addison is a blessing from the Lord, and we are eternally grateful for her and the joy she brings to our lives.
And because my spirit of adventure is never satisfied, in 2013, I took on a new challenge…a pageant. Now, who would think the huntress from Wyoming would be in a beauty pageant, right? At first, I thought it was a joke. What would my talent be? I can hold a wheelie longer than you? Maybe I could take my bow and shoot out the wheels of the other contestants? After some investigation, I learned that this pageant was not exactly what I had thought. It was all about empowering women with disabilities, and giving them a national platform to talk about what was important to them.
By competing in this pageant, I would have the opportunity to educate other women with disabilities about accessible outdoor activities. I was selected as Ms. Wheelchair Wyoming and was off to the national pageant in Ohio. The pageant week was certainly an adventure! Together, as contestants and women with disabilities, we had an opportunity to share our experiences, frustrations, and solutions that women with disabilities have in common. This pageant was my chance to meet some “girlfriends” with disabilities and maybe encourage these beauty queens to go outside and enjoy a new adventure! I was blessed when I was selected as Ms. Wheelchair USA 2013, and I spent the next year on my “Crown & Camo” tour.


As I traveled across the country, it was an amazing reminder to me of how God can use tragedy in our lives to bring Him glory. We just have to be willing to give Him the control, even when we feel like everything is falling apart around us.

Some people may look back over the last 17 years of my life and see failure. I’m not a surgeon. I’m not a lawyer. I’m not a star basketball player. But I am a wife, a mother, a hunter, and Ms. Wheelchair USA. God has given me the honor of becoming an inspirational speaker, a disability advocate, and an avid outdoorswoman. None of these are titles I dreamed about or ever thought I would have. But I love my life, and I get to help people. And honestly, that’s all I ever really wanted.
I have no way of knowing what you are going through. Maybe you have already experienced great loss. Maybe your heartache is still to come. You may be walking alongside someone else in pain right now, or perhaps you are in the middle of your own “Pitchfork Moment.” Please know that you are not alone, and that God is waiting to bring you through with His love and His presence. It’s never easy, but the lessons we can learn through trials and the spiritual maturity that they often bring is a beautiful result. You never know what you are facing today that may help someone else tomorrow, and that makes it all worth it in the end.

Contact Ashlee at: www.ashleelundvall.com

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This week’s #WOWWednesday ‘Woman Of Wonder’ Michelle Letner!

This week’s #WOWWednesday ‘Woman Of Wonder’ Michelle Letner!

She knew herself deserving of punishment.  Love and forgiveness for what she had done, seemed nearly impossible.  Having an abortion made it extremely difficult to find the peace she was so badly seeking… 

This #WOWWednesday, I am blessed beyond measure to share with you this beautiful woman and friend

Michelle Letner!

6607_10207678693912710_5791261046345975736_n (1)My Journey to GOD

            I was asked to write out my testimony, but I’m a talker not a writer. My name is Michelle Letner. My nickname in high school was “lack of interest”.  I loved my four sisters, my brother, and my mother. My dad was there physically, but because of his tragic childhood he was an alcoholic.  Alcoholism morphed into mental illness which made him  absent in my life.

            We had a big, loud, and fun Italian family and we loved each other very much. I was improperly touched at the age of four by a friend of my brother who was eight years older than me. I was a real talker even young; that is why when I stopped talking my family knew something happened to me. I told them everything, and my sisters went and beat the crap out of that boy.

            My mom was brought up catholic, but the nuns were so mean to her. She saw things happen there and knew it wasn’t for her. My dad’s family were involved with Jehovah witnesses. They met with my parents, and for the first time someone agreed with her about some Catholics doing some things contrary to the bible. Of course they failed to mention they didn’t use the real bible, but made up their own. Thus, began my parents being indoctrinated into a cult.  

            I determined at a young age that GOD sucked all the fun out of life. I  promised myself to never be near Him. So, when I was thirteen I started my life of being a wild child. I had a boyfriend, and began smoking and drinking. By the age of fifteen I was using pot, skipping school, and sneaking into bars. I even hitch hiked to Florida for two weeks all on my own.

            Due to my mom always being busy and tired from working full time and taking care of my father; She chose to close her eyes to what was going on with my destructive life patterns. In all honesty that was exactly the  way I wanted it; believe me. I had terrible friends, and if you asked their parents; I was their terrible friend. I just wanted to have fun, and I did! I quit school, got a job, and met and married a man all by the age of eighteen years old. He was just like me, and we were crazy together; it was so much fun…TILL I GOT PREGNANT!

            That is the way it is with sin; always seems like so much fun in the beginning, but it always results in us paying a very high price. I was so full of panic, so I went to all my friends to ask what should I do. Each, and every person I asked said I wasn’t mother material, and  I should just abort the glob of tissue inside of me. My husband agreed, and that kind of made me feel bad that everyone I knew thought I would make such a bad mom. At the end of the day I ended up listening to them; where else could I go for advice?

             After my abortion in the recovery room I went into the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. All I could see in the reflection in front of me was a baby killer…I had planned to party after,  but all I could do was fall apart. I knew I did something wrong, but It did not make sense to me. I would think to myself “This is legal! I didn’t break any laws!” I later found out that this is what is considered “mans laws” (Romans 2:15) .

            Gods law is written on  EVERY man’s heart. The law of GOD is the ten Commandments, and I broke the sixth one. “Thou shall not shed innocent blood.” That my friends is what’s called a guilty conscious, and no amount of drinking, counseling, or drug use can shut it off. Only thing to cure it is the Cross of Christ. Then began my journey to clean myself up which meant no more drugs, and no more drinking. I could not let something like this happen again to me ever again. 

            If you were my best friend you would have had no idea of my internal struggles. You think you know a person, but no one does except for GOD for He can see their thoughts all day and all night. My heart changed, and I was losing the ability to feel good or bad. I divorced my husband and continued to clean myself up. Got into health foods and exercise as a way of cleaning myself on the outside.  I forced all the pain down, and refused to think about it ever again. 

            During this time I can say God was chasing me, but I couldn’t hear Him. In fact when someone would begin to talk about God to me my hearing would switch to “waahh_ waahha_  wahahha,” and I would never would hear a word. Funny how Gods word says the devil blinds a person’s eyes from seeing and block a person’s ear from hearing the Gospel. Well, I can tell you that this biblical concept is one hundred percent true. A story that comes to mind when I had a conversation with a man at work.

            One day a man at my job broke through , and it was when I had had a really crappy night shift. I was really tired and he came up to me and began to tell me how Jesus loved me. He began to tell me the Gospel and I began to cry. I prayed with him and it touched me, but it right away made me angry because I wasn’t ready to truly give my heart to Jesus.  I never would speak to him again.

            Now I look back and see he was really a dear man trying to help me, but I was a sinner who did not know God. I had no idea of what extent He would use to move in my life.  After time went by I then met and married a good and decent man who really loved me. He wanted a white picket fence, and a family.  We tried to have children, but I could not conceive. I would always agree with him when he said it must be him, but all the while I knew it was me.


            A voice from within would say; “You’re a baby killer! Why would GOD ever give you another baby?” Then a MIRACLE happened; I got pregnant! Looking back I’m so happy the ‘god’ in my head at the time was not the God of the Bible! You would think I would finally be happy,  but at the time I wasn’t. I was constantly waiting for God to get even with me, and strike me down.  This fear turned me into a nervous wreck!


             I gave birth to healthy baby boy on August 14, 1993, and when I looked into his eyes my heart lived outside of my body. We starred at each other all night;  I was so in awe of him and how he was so content just looking at me. I never felt this way for anyone, and I was totally in love.  I took him home and cared for him, but  I constantly would worry something would take him from me after what I did in my past. My thoughts would go to my first child, all I missed with my child, so sad; no peace ever. 



            As my child grew I would have such deep thoughts of what I would teach him. It dawned on me I had nothing but street smarts and pain. Five months after my son was born I was pregnant with my daughter.  She was born October 30, 1994, and she arrived just perfect! The same miracle happened when her eyes were wide open staring straight through me. I would think to myself, how on earth did I get this?


            She was so precious in every way, and now the same thoughts and worries would flood me. God could really get me good, and I was wide open with these two beauties. Raising them was my whole life, and for a girl who was always care free and wild it was a lot to take on. My mother moved to Las Vegas after my father was killed in a car accident, and I needed her. I was happy for her though, because she got to have some happiness in her life, and besides I never shared any of this with her, because I was too ashamed. I now see GOD was setting the stage to get me all to Himself. 


            I lived in a beautiful home, a wonderful husband, and two gorgeous kids, but I still would lay down at night knowing I had to pay for what I did in my past. I was never satisfied or at peace with my life. My older sister Jeanne during this time got saved, and  we all thought she was in a cult. She offered to watch my kids on Sundays and take them to church. I said sure, because it was a good break for me, and my children were three and four years old so they enjoyed going.


As my children went to church more and more little things started happening. Questions arose about my love for Jesus, and if I could pray with them at bed time. I would think to myself how rude! What kind of place brainwashes little children?! I must go see what was happening there. Meanwhile, I was listening to Kirk Franklin’s CD, and wondering why people loved Jesus so much, and why I didn’t!  Then while watching a music award show and seeing Whitney Houston win best women singer, when she got up to thank people she went on and on about Jesus. How without Him she would have nothing! I couldn’t understand that at all

            So, off to church I went, and I hated being there so much! I didn’t like the people and the way they smiled and were so nice. I would sit in the kids room with my children, and they were so happy to have me there with them. They really enjoyed the silly Bible stories, and I enjoyed watching them. I would do anything for them, but I still promised myself to never be near God. I then decided to not let them go anymore, because they didn’t need Jesus.

            Well, God knew how to reach me, and He knew how I would reject any person who would try to talk religion to me. God also knew I would never reject my babies, so God set out to reach me through them. My children never stopped talking about Jesus to me, and how they missed hearing the Bible. They wanted me to take them back to church I ended up going back to church just for them. One Sunday I sat in the back of the adult service with my arms folded in tears.  I was so angry I was there, and then something broke through my heart of stone.

            The pastor said no matter what your sin is God wants to forgive you. Even if your sin was an abortion. I immediately thought my sister must have told him that I was here! Then he went on to say that if you would accept God into your heart He will never cast you away…You mean to tell me He could forgive me, and die for me, and my abortion. He took the punishment for me, and I can be made clean in Him?!?

            At that very moment I stood straight up, and at the moment I felt so stupid, but I could not control myself. The pastor saw me, and told me to come forward. I couldn’t believe I was feeling the emotions I was feeling, and knowing that I needed Jesus to forgive me. At that moment I got saved, and for the very first time I got a Bible. I stood up all night reading, and crying tears of joy, because I could finally understand what the words meant.  I knew God was talking to me with words of love and acceptance. It was as moving as looking into my children’s eyes for the very first time.

            It rocked me to my very core, and on February 11, 1999; I passed from death to life. Many years have passed since that night, and God has been so faithful to me. He has kept me married for over 25 years, and my children have grown with the wonderful gift of knowing what Gods Word actually says. He has been my constant counselor with raising my children, and there was no way I could have made any of this happen without my Jesus! It is wonderful to have peace with God and know I’m on my way to heaven, but it is the day in day out relationship that gives my life breath. 

            We have lived as a family that loves God’s Word, and we live it. I know I have given my children a foundation to live on, and a hope to have during all of life’s storms. That was something of great importance to me when I was lost without a Savior in this world. I know I broke the chain of how I was raised, and now instead of my children running to all their dysfunctional friends when they need advice they will run to God. I wanted to teach them all the things I never learned.

            Knowing the bible will save them from my yesterdays, and they’ll never have to know the pain that follows from them. I know they always have the tools to make their life blessed, and the world will be a better place because we love JESUS.



Forever grateful to Jesus who took my place.

Michelle Letner

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This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder,’ Shellie Yafanaro!

This Week’s ‘Woman Of Wonder,’ Shellie Yafanaro!


My Story!

This was a very difficult and challenging thing for me to write because I had so many challenges that I had to endure throughout  my life. One of the most difficult and most challenging walks for me and my family started on August 13th1986. A day that you would want to remember, to a day that you did not want to remember.

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you says the Lord, thoughts of peace not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.

The Lord knows the beginning and the end! He will not give you more then you can take. These are words that I continually heard over and over and over. I heard them from friends, family,a nd the church. Words that after hearing so much and going through so much, these were words that I did not want to hear anymore. I thought God if this is what life is about do I even want to be here. All the pain that I went through throughout my life, the things that I had struggled with. Having to learn how to love, feel love and not always feeling a sense of gloom and doom and feeling of rejection. 

Psalm 147:11 The Lord delights in those who fear him who put their hope in his unfailing love.

At the age of 19 I had my first child a son. As difficult as it was being parents at 19 we did the best that we knew how.  We pretty much grew up with him.  After so many challenges and struggles in my life, including our marriage especially at a young age, I was ready to end the marriage. 

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get and a time to lose, a time to keep and a time to cast away, a time to rend and a time to sew, a time to keep silence and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

The Lord moves when we least expect. A man came into my husbands life and told him about a man that could bring peace and comfort to us and give us a better life. A good life! but mostly knowing that we could be saved from the things that were destroying us. It was God’s perfect timing because I was so bitter, angry and full of hate because of everything that I had been going through and had gone through. My heart was so cold.

My husband decided that he had enough and didn’t want to live the way we were living anymore. God’s perfect timing!

We were always told and were taught that if you have Jesus in your life nothing could go wrong and everything is perfect. At first and for sometime I wasn’t sure if I wanted to believe that our lives could be different in Christianity. I thought it was another trick to keep me in this marriage. I decided after talking with a few people that I would try and believe that this could be real and my life could be different with Jesus.

I got myself to a place in Christ after quite a few years where my battered, bruised and black and blue heart was being touched in away that no one can touch but Christ. He gave me a new heart and I could finally feel free from all the hurt,the pain, the unforgiveness. I was so happy because It took many years to forgive, to trust, and to feel love especially from our heavenly father.

Mark 12:30-The Lord our God is the one and only Lord and you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your mind, and all your strength. Love your neighbor as yourself. No other commandment is greater than these.

Once I was able to understand that I was loved by my heavenly father then I was able to give love back. I had to believe that he loved me and would carry me through all things. I realize now that he was teaching me to trust in him because he knew the beginning, and the end.

Isaiah 46:10 Declaring the end from the beginning. “My purpose will be established, And I will accomplish all my good pleasure.

He knows before we know. He was setting me up because I had to be at a place in my life to be able to have the strength for what was about to come.

I read the word, memorized scripture and had a better understanding of living. I learned through the word how to love and how to forgive. There was so much unforgiveness in my heart that even today I have to be careful.                                                                                             

Mark 11:22-26 teaches us that unforgiveness hinders our faith from working.

Just as Christ forgave me I had to forgive! No matter what or who was hurting me. I had to let go of all the bitterness, resentment and unforgiveness in order for me to be able to move on. I learned to guard my heart! During that time we tried and tried to have another baby. We stood on the word and believed that we would have a baby girl, we did.

 The devil tried to take her at birth but we knew that God was in control…

 John 10:10 The thief comes only to steal, kill and destroy; I have come so that we may have life in its fullest measure.

Today she is happily married and has given us a beautiful granddaughter. After our daughter was born we decided that we wanted to complete our family. It took about four years to get pregnant. Pregnancy and delivery with all my kids were not easy. I had complications with all three. Eight years between my first and second. We knew the third child would be the last.

We were so excited when we found out that we were having another baby. After all what could go wrong. We were stronger in the Lord, we were older, and a little more mature. We also had just started our own business. Everything couldn’t be better. Life was just wonderful!

During my pregnancy I didn’t feel right. Something was just telling me that the way I was feeling was not normal. This was by far the worse pregnancy, worse then the other two.  I kept telling everyone including the doctor that something was wrong,. The answer I kept getting was you are just older. The baby is fine! I had a few ultra sounds all the tests came back fine. I knew in my heart something wasn’t right. I was so afraid to go to the hospital to deliver. I just knew something was wrong with the baby.

When it came time to deliver the doctor was goofing around with me and cracking jokes.  Suddenly the room got completely quiet. You couldn’t hear a pin drop..

We knew this was not good. Before all this they had already decided to do a C-section because the baby would not turn and they thought something would go wrong because of her position. I thought at that moment Ok this is not that bad!

It came time for the doctor to take the baby out. The doctor pulled her by her legs and knew immediately that he crushed her legs and broke them. Not knowing that something was wrong and knowing that he had broken her legs, he gently placed her back down inside of me instead of pulling her completely out and breaking her more. He didn’t know why or what happened or how this could happen. He thought the baby was healthy and just as shocked as we were he was just as shocked along with everyone in the delivery room. No one was prepared for what our baby was born with.

A brittle bone disease (Osteogenesis Imperfecta) Osteo meaning bones, Genesis meaning in the beginning,(inUtero) Imperfecta meaning imperfect. She was also born with Hydrocephalus fluid build up in and around her brain. She had many deformities and was so brittle that we couldn’t touch or hold her. She was immediately taken to the ICU where she remained until we took her home. Had I delivered normally she would of died at birth.


We decided to take her home when I was released from the hospital because we felt if the doctor’s didn’t know anything and we didn’t know anything why leave her in a place where she would be by herself. She should be with us and we will take care of her. We brought her home and learned how to take care of her with only the guidance and the strength of the Lord.

Nehemiah 8:10 The Joy of the Lord is our strength!

Psalm 28:7  The Lord is my Strength and my Shield; my heart trusts in, relies on, and confidently leans on Him, and I am helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and with my song will I praise him.

Her body was so broken when she was born. So many of her bones broke while in utero. She broke from just moving inside of me. She was so sick and in so much pain. Her head was so soft you felt like your hand could go right through it. She took everything out of me while I carried her inside of me. That was why I was feeling the way I did during my pregnancy.

Our lives went from being completely happy, hopeful to heartbreak and despair.  We felt like there was no hope. We were devastated. Our hearts were broken. They told us she would not survive 10 days. She did survive those 10 days! After those 10 days passed they told us that she would not make it  and would most likely die within the first year because she had the most severe type of this disease. She made it through the first year and Glory to God  we are now about to celebrate her 30th birthday and we couldn’t be happier that she has made it this far.

Isaiah 55:8

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts neither are your ways my ways..

She is wheelchair bound, she weighs 36 pounds and is 25inches long. She cannot sit, stand, crawl, walk, or hold her head up. She lays completely flat on her back all day, everyday. She is on oxygen and has to be carried from room to room. She needs 24/7 care. She has had countless major surgeries and came through them all. The Lord has guided us and put the right doctor’s in place at the right time. We thought at the time how can this happen. We have the Lord this is not suppose to happen. I kept asking my husband after she was born. Did the Lord show you anything? Did he tell you anything? He said to me his Grace is sufficient!

2 Corinthians 12:9- But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you.

I said, “that’s it. His Grace is sufficient!” “That’s all,” he said!

I cried and cried and cried. I thought why God. Why now especially when everything seems to be going in the right direction. I felt like here was another set back, until I realized its not a set back because we are not going back we just have to adjust to a different way of living.

Mark 9:23 says “everything is possible for one who believes.

I spoke the word daily continuing to speak that God will make a way where there seems to be no way. He will make a way for me once again. We realized that things do happen in life, whether you have the Lord or not things happen. Not because you sinned or you don’t have Faith, it just happens.

It is how you go through your situation and how you come out that matters.

We had many decisions to make over the years. We had a new business that we just started we had two other kids to take care of. it was time for me to pull it together and be strong. I had to try to bring a positive attitude, try to keep peace in the house, help with running a business, take care of my daughter, take care of the everyday needs. Doctor appointments, hospital stays, even though my heart was hurting I needed to do what I needed to do as a wife, mother, caretaker, daughter, daughter-in-law, sister, sister-in-law, friend, aunt and now grandma.

I started to get more into the word, not looking to my husband for answers. I had to find my own way and my own answers in order for me to have the peace and the stability to carry on the tasks that I was called to do. My husband and my kids were my first priority especially Jackie.

It was time to start shaking somethings off and finding my way for things to somehow work for us and in our home.

I continued to quote scripture and speak life. This was the only way I knew how to keep going.  To put my full trust in him. Believe me it wasn’t and isn’t easy to do…

Thirty years later and I am still speaking those  scriptures and putting my complete trust in Him and in Him alone.

Even though its almost Thirty years I still have in the back of my mind is today going to be the day that she is going home to be with the Lord. This is why everyday needs to be cherished. I try to make the best of the situation and we try to laugh as much as we can. The Lord has blessed me with a daughter that in her own way has taught me more about life. She has the joy of the Lord even in her pain and suffering.  She loves Him so much. She has her own little ministry and does things in her own way to try to reach people.

We had so many questions at the time of delivery and through the years. It wasn’t easy going to church and having Christian people say that we had sin in our life for this to have happened. When our daughter didn’t get a healing in the physical we were told we didn’t have enough faith.

So I was confessing and repenting for things just in case. I was repenting for things that I didn’t do just in case. This started to drive me crazy.

 I thought God couldn’t be that cruel.

 I have to believe that maybe sometimes in life things just happen to people.

I stopped listening to people and started to concentrate on today. Taking one day at a time. Learning that for us this was going to be our new normal.

No more guilt, no more feeling of hopelessness.

Continuing to quote Hebrews 11:1

NOW FAITH is the assurance(the confirmation, the title deed) of things we hope for,being the proof of things we donot see and the conviction of their reality (faith perceiving as real fact what is not revealed to the senses).

I had to trust that the Lord loves us unconditionally and that somehow he would bring us through this. It hasn’t been an easy road to walk but having the love of the father gets me through this and what he has taught me has been amazing..

Psalm 30:5

Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.


 People always say I see you smile and laughing but how can you be smiling, you have every reason in the world to be mad at the world but your not. Only God can give you that peace and that joy. Only he can give you a merry heart.

He has given me the strength, the courage, the joy, the peace. I give all that back to her so she can fight to live and have the peace that passes all understanding, the joy (merry heart) and the security in him. That’s what she has done for almost 30 years now. Standing on the word and speaking the word claiming “The Joy of the Lord is our (her) strength”!

Jacqueline Ioami is my daughter’s name. Ioami means made whole. We believed that no matter what today brings we will see her made whole one day.

The Lord placed her in our arms so we may feel the pain of others.  Her body may break and we hear her bones break physically. I see the pain she is in continually. I see what her body goes through on a daily basis. Taking care of her daily my eyes were opened more and more and I was able to see how broken I was as a person. In that brokenness’

I was able to let the Lord touch me and heal me so I would be able to feel the pain and brokenness in others.

All these years he has touched my heart more and more and has taught me what it means to be humble. To feel the pain of other’s, to be more compassionate towards others. I try to understand the pain that people feel everyday.

There are a lot of hurting people and it only takes a compassionate heart to feel their pain.

Without HOPE I would not be able to get through each day.

Ephesians 1:18

BY having the eyes of your heart flooded with light, so that you can know and understand the hope to which He has called you, and how rich is His glorious inheritance in the saints.

1 Corinthians 10

But by grace (the unmerited favor and blessing) of God I am what I am, and his grace toward me was not (found to be) for nothing(fruitless and without effect). In fact, I worked harder than all of them (the apostles),though it was not really I, but the grace (the unmerited favor and blessing) of God which was with me.


Every life matters every minute of every day.

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