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Seen.
Seeing.

One of the most powerful names of God is El Roi. The God who sees.

Not the God who glances. Not the God who overlooks. Not the God who forgot. The God who sees.

He saw Hagar when she was abandoned.
Seen as disposable. Rejected. Alone in the wilderness.

Isn’t that where so many women find themselves? Smiling publicly. Struggling privately. Can we be real today?

Showing up for everyone else while secretly wondering if anyone notices what they’re carrying.

El Roi sees the tears you never told anyone about. The prayers you whispered at 2 a.m.
The heartbreak you learned to hide. The sacrifices nobody applauded. The battles you fought without telling a soul.

He sees it all. Maybe that’s why the enemy works so hard to make women feel invisible.

Because an unseen woman starts questioning her value. But a woman who knows El Roi? She walks differently.

Even when people overlook her… even when she overlooks herself, God sees her.

Even when she feels forgotten… God sees her. Even when nobody understands what she’s carrying… God sees her.

Read that again.

The God of the universe sees you.

Not the filtered version. Not the strong version. Not the version you show the world.

The real you.

He has never taken His eyes off of you. Not for one second. You are not invisible.

You are seen by El Roi.

Natalie Breckenridge 🤎

I want to be known
For speaking truth
Laced with kindness
For holding hands
While walking
For sharing drinks
And heart to heart talks
For colourful walls
And blankets wrapped tight
For laughing in pure delight
And purring when things just feel right
I want to be known
For sitting extra close
For reaching out
Lifting up
For spontaneous dances
Extravagant generosity
Bursts of creativity
I want my words
To make a difference
Sooth a soul
Light a fire
Change a mind
I want to give
Extra kisses
Unexpected presents
Glimpses of heaven
Plently of love
Let me be known
For forgiveness
For courage and steadfastness
For great passion
Deep compassion
Frayed jeans
Cowboy boots
Bits of turquoise and lace
I want to be known
As more than enough
Force to be reckoned with
A woman created by God
Living her wild
Beautiful
Wonderful
Blessed
Blissful
Life
I want to be known
For being me

As I’m eating lunch, several thoughts are settling in like honey to my soul and I feel called to share.

🩷 if you are not a priority now, you won’t be later- this is for my young women friends that bend over backwards for their boyfriends only to find they are spending money and time on other things and giving lip service to the relationship.
You deserve a man that puts you second- right after God- and way before anything and anyone else and if you’ve been waiting on him for years- maybe that’s a sure sign that you need to step away from him.

🩷 when a man loves a woman- she knows and so does everybody else because he speaks of her and to her with love and respect. He shows up in small ways and big ways- always.
He’s there even when he’s not.

Invite people to come with you or to your place. Don’t get all caught up in the “ my house isn’t this, that or another” and don’t think y’all have to show up at the newest restaurant in a brand new outfit to be the center of attention.

🩷I used to do that- I’ll compare my house- that I absolutely love- with my friends neutral decor and polished floors and huge pools until I listened to my heart and God’s sweet talking. My floors will never be perfectly polished and that’s okay. My house will also never be neutral and that’s exactly how I love it.
I also used to avoid getting together with one friend because she always made me feel like I needed to go shopping first so I’ll be dressed good enough for meeting her at some swanky place- but that’s just not me.
It never has been.

Taste of everything- yes, everything even if you didn’t like it last time or have never seen it before-taste it and give yourself a chance to like it.
🩷 We went to a Brazilian restaurant last night and I tried everything- even things I don’t normally like… some things I wouldn’t ask for again but I was surprised by how good everything was made.

Know your self- know your happy colors, your favorite things, your comfort level and honor it.
🩷There’s this advertisement that keeps popping up on my feed about “ looking younger by building a neutral wardrobe”.
Can I just call “ bullsh*t”?
All that beige, gray, cream and taupe mixed with black looks boring as all get out.
I thank my God that He didn’t create the world in neutral shades and I take my lessons straight from the Master Painter.

I worn a bright yellow tank top, blue jeans and carried a hot pink purse. I was happy and comfortable and it showed.

Give and receive. There are blessings beyond blessings when we look for opportunities.

🩷 I give massages sometimes because I am simply called to do so. I know when and why. That matters to me. I don’t have to explain what’s in my heart.

There ya go.
I’m going to go sit outside. Today I’m going to write my heart out.
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I’m choosing peace over performance, choosing Jesus over all else.

And this is why I take such care with each person that trusts me.

The Shapes We Take

I have been researching different states of being, the emotions they carry, and the ways they shape us. I don't believe the body stores emotions like hidden treasures beneath the floorboards, waiting to be discovered. Instead, I think our experiences leave fingerprints upon us. They become woven into our breath, our posture, our movement, and the countless small adaptations we make as we learn to navigate life. Because living things are shaped by the environments in which they grow, the body is no exception.

A tree growing beside the ocean does not resemble a tree sheltered deep within a forest. The wind shapes it. The salt shapes it. The storms shape it. Given enough time, the environment becomes visible in the trunk, the branches, and the roots. The tree does not store the weather; it becomes a reflection of the weather it has survived.

Human beings are no different.

The nervous system is always listening. It listens for safety and danger, belonging and rejection, certainty and uncertainty. It listens to every season of our lives and quietly asks what must be done to survive it. Then, little by little, the body responds.

Fear may teach the shoulders to rise and the breath to shorten. Anxiety may pull awareness into the future until the body forgets how to rest in the present. Shame may encourage us to become smaller, to protect the vulnerable places that feel exposed. Anger may expand the chest and tighten the jaw, preparing us to defend a boundary that feels threatened. Each state creates its own architecture.

Over time, these responses become familiar. Muscles adapt. Fascia remodels itself around repeated patterns of movement and tension. Breathing changes. Posture shifts. The body slowly takes on the shape of the experiences it encounters most often, including the emotional state.

This does not mean every rounded shoulder tells a story of grief, nor does every tight jaw reveal hidden anger. Human beings are far too complex for such simple conclusions. The body is influenced by injury, occupation, habits, culture, athletics, age, relationships, and countless other factors. Yet there is something undeniably fascinating about observing how different emotional states often leave behind recognizable patterns, as though the nervous system is sketching its experiences into the body one breath at a time.

Within our survival state of being, we prioritize things like fear, anxiety, hypervigilance, shame, anger, helplessness, powerlessness, guilt, self-doubt, perfectionism, uncertainty, and anticipation.

Rather than viewing these as emotions alone, I invite you to see them as environments.

Each one asks something different of the body.

Each one shapes posture differently.

Each one alters breathing in its own way.

Each one recruits a different collection of muscles, fascial tensions, and protective strategies.

And each one leaves behind a slightly different silhouette.

As bodyworkers, we are often invited into these landscapes. We place our hands upon the walls people have built, the armor they have worn, and the adaptations that once helped them navigate difficult terrain. Our role is not to judge those adaptations or rush to tear them down, but to be a witness and stay curious. To listen and to understand what purpose they once served.

Tomorrow I’ll share a little more about the body itself and the muscles that often become our guardians during seasons of survival. The ones that stand watch, hold the line, and quietly work to protect us long after the storm has passed.