My name is Wendy Munsell and I’m the one whom God is blessedly unravelling…
I’ve been married to my best friend and love of my life, Patrick, for 39 years. Together, we’ve raised seven children and are blessed to be grandparents many times over! (18 so far!)
I enjoy knitting, reading, walking, canoeing, and writing. My idea of a blissful vacation is a week or two at a cabin on a remote lake with lots of books to read. And like so many others, I love coffee and chocolate!
I began this blog in June of 2015 ago with great reluctance. At the time, I suspected that writing and publishing the things that God has, and is doing in my life would be challenging, and I was right!
But I can honestly say that I am glad that I obeyed what I felt God was asking me to do. And while attempting to share the work that Jesus is constantly doing in my heart to cleanse and refine me has been at times scary… it has also been incredibly freeing.
My formative years did what they tend to do… they shaped my outlook of the world and defined me.
I was an introverted, eldest child with a desire to please others, who became a perfectionistic people-pleaser with no idea of who I was because I was too busy studying everyone else. I desperately wanted to become what I thought they wanted me to be.
I’ve written about the childhood abuse I endured, as well as the journey of forgiveness that Jesus has walked me through in a number of posts. Without this Godly intervention first begun when I was a teenager, I believe that my life would have had far different results. You can read more about that if you like on the “My Story” page on the top of the blog.
Although I have a deep concern for people who have been victimized by abuse of any kind, Jesus has also placed on my heart a burden for the weary, discouraged Christian who is trapped by the lie that it is somehow their responsibility to save themselves or to prove their worthiness before God.
I get it… that driving need to be accepted as well as the inner knowledge that you’ll never make it. It’s a cycle that can only lead to despair and burnout or worse… deceptive self-righteousness. My life rocked wildly back and forth between the two extremes for decades.
The good news is that Jesus didn’t leave me there. For the last decade He has been revealing my dependence on myself for what it is… sin.
I’ll never forget the moment I heard Him speak to my hurting heart about eight years ago… “Wendy, I love you.” It broke me. I knew I was a mess… a failure… a horrible example of a Christian, and yet… He loved me.
I wish it hadn’t taken so long. I wish this revelation of the Father’s unmerited love had come to me as child. But it didn’t, and I believe that Jesus, in His wisdom, has used the wounds of others as well as my self-inflicted scars to bring me to where I am… in Him. And in that blessed place of rest and peace… I rejoice!
Don’t get me wrong, I still struggle with believing I’m a failure if I can’t “perform” perfectly. Lifelong patterns of thinking and reacting take a long time to rectify. But Jesus has changed the way I respond when I hear the old voices begin to condemn me.
I am becoming able to go to Him with my sin more quickly instead of being crushed. I’m learning that I have a choice: I can deny anything is wrong in an attempt to hide or… I can go straight to Jesus just as I am.
Why? Because I know He loves me. My standing before Him is due to His redemptive work on the cross and not in anything I can do…
Right now my story also includes how Jesus is walking me through breast cancer. I hope that in sharing the challenges I’ve encountered this past year others will be encouraged to seek Him not only as their Healer… but as the Lover of their Soul.
It is my goal in writing to show in my stories and personal reflections what Jesus has done, and is doing, in far-from-perfect me. You won’t find any how-to’s about living a victorious Christian life here because, honestly? All I have to offer is encouragement that if Jesus can set me free… He can do the same for you too!