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Ch17: “we can do the math” said that church lady

Y’all, I’m just going to go ahead and lead with this — I’m a mess. A beautiful, God-graced, still-learning mess. And apparently so is my podcast, because somehow I skipped Chapter 15 entirely. We’re calling it a bonus for the early birds and moving on. But before we get to Chapter 17, I need to slow down and talk about what happened in the space between the love story and the babies — because it wasn’t all angels singing and wedding bells. It was also temptation, a secret I was carrying into church every Sunday, a funky attitude, wild emotions, and a pregnancy test on a Tuesday that explained and Glitterally changed everything. I talk about purity in this episode — not from a high horse, because honey, I fell off that horse. I talk about it from the mud. From the place of someone who knew better, wanted better, and still chose wrong. And I talk about what God did with all of it anyway. If you’ve ever sinned and thought you were too far gone to come back to purity — this one’s for you. If you’ve ever been sitting in church carrying a secret — this one’s for you. And if your contractions have ever been literally off the charts — same, girl. Same. Oh, and 1 John 5:14-15 hits different when you’re learning to pray according to His will instead of your own panic. Chapter 17 is here. Let’s go.

Car Church: No Pew Required

Wildness —adventuring —glowing and flowing. Some of the best moments with God don’t happen in a church pew or a quiet time journal. Sometimes they happen at 50 years old, driving home in the dark, belching on the microphone, singing the wrong words to the right song, and just being with Him. This episode? I didn’t plan it. I just hit record. No script. No outline. Just me, my car, and a God who has never once told me I was too much. Never said quiet down, dull your shine, I’ve had enough of you, girl. Never. Not once. And honey, that alone is worth pulling over for. But then I started talking about what He’s actually done — and I couldn’t stop. Bipolar disorder. Paralyzation. A shattered disc removed at 14. Twenty-two years of back pain — gone. Shoulders that couldn’t lift a coffee cup — healed. Eleven times the enemy tried to take me out. Eleven. And I’m still here. Driving home. Singing off-key. Praising Jesus in the driveway. If you need a miracle — for your body, your mind, your relationships — this one’s for you. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. And He is still in the healing business. Come ride with me. Get the book unboxing Blu here [https://a.co/d/0gIcfuWB] Listen to the audible version here [https://www.audible.com/pd/B0GH9J7VJB?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=library_overflow] Join me on TikTok [https://www.tiktok.com/@unboxingblu?_r=1&_t=ZT-966yTdM1b7G] Join me on Instagram [https://www.instagram.com/blu_wyatt?igsh=MTIxamc2dWNqOXp5OA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr] See what’s going down on the Unboxing Blu YouTube [https://youtube.com/@unboxingblu?feature=shared] Share this with someone who needs some love and unboxing goodness that God might wanna help them through. It’s a journey I really want y’all on with me. Hugs to y’all Xoxo Blu

Ch18: coo-coo banana pants. I done went crazy y’all.

Yep. That’s the title IN THE BOOK. I stand by it. The time I went crazy—Marc is back with me in the studio (aka the primary suite, don’t judge us) for what might be the most vulnerable conversation I’ve ever put on a microphone. Chapter 18 in the final draft of the book. I accidentally called it 16 cause I was referencing the wrong manuscript. Oops. It’s is the one where I stop sugarcoating and just tell you — I lost it. Fully. Completely. Cuckoo banana pants lost it. We’re talking diagnosis, medication, a sprinted ankle escaping my mama’s house in the dark, telling strangers at gas stations I didn’t think I’d survive the night, and a family of five in a minivan that I’m pretty sure God sent specifically to save both of us. I counted them. There were five. I couldn’t lift my arms. I couldn’t close the front door. I couldn’t get off the top stair. But somehow I made it to a trampoline for my boy, and I laid there looking at the clouds praying Lord let this be funny one day. It’s kind of funny now. Mostly it’s a miracle. Marc doesn’t say a lot in this one — but what he says matters. And sometimes just showing up is the word. If you’re in the dark place right now, this one’s for you. Not because I have it all figured out. But because God kept me around for a reason, and maybe that reason is so you know He’ll keep you too. 🤍 Get the book unboxing Blu here [https://a.co/d/0gIcfuWB] Listen to the audible version here [https://www.audible.com/pd/B0GH9J7VJB?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=library_overflow] Join me on TikTok [https://www.tiktok.com/@unboxingblu?_r=1&_t=ZT-966yTdM1b7G] Join me on Instagram [https://www.instagram.com/blu_wyatt?igsh=MTIxamc2dWNqOXp5OA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr] See what’s going down on the Unboxing Blu YouTube [https://youtube.com/@unboxingblu?feature=shared] Share this with someone who needs some encouragement and unboxing that God might wanna bring their way. This is a tough one. Imperfect as always. Unpolished as usual. But splaying your heart out is a challenge even when we’ve come through and healing has taken place. Give grace. We need it. Love y’all 🦋 Xoxo Blu

Ch16. The Love Story. With my Honey

It’s a doozie. Y’all. I finally did it. I dragged my husband Marc onto the podcast and honestly? Best decision I’ve made since I said yes to him. (Debatable, he’d say. Don’t listen to him.) Chapter 16 (accidentally I skipped 15 all about the package of forgiveness—forgive the messiness—I’m sure I’ll get on track) this is the one where I tell you how I found love — and I mean real love, the kind God hand-delivered after I finally stopped white-knuckling my own love life and just… fell face-first into His presence instead. We’re talking late nights in the Word, front doors left wide open at 4am (Marc has thoughts about this), and the moment God told me clear as day that this man was my husband. But because I’m me, I also managed to nearly derail the whole thing chasing the finish line of marriage instead of the Author of it. Matthew 6:33 hits different when you realize you’ve been seeking the gift instead of the Giver. Marc jumps in with the kind of perspective only a man who’s loved you through a mental breakdown, hidden the knives, and still showed up on Monday can offer. Honest. Hilarious. A little holy. This one’s for anybody who’s ever grabbed the wheel back from God and thought, I got this. Spoiler: you don’t got it. Neither did I. And look how good He did anyway. 🤍 Get the book [https://a.co/d/0gIcfuWB] unboxing Blu here [https://a.co/d/0gIcfuWB] Listen to the audible version here [https://www.audible.com/pd/B0GH9J7VJB?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=library_overflow] Join me on TikTok [https://www.tiktok.com/@unboxingblu?_r=1&_t=ZT-966yTdM1b7G] Join me on Instagram [https://www.instagram.com/blu_wyatt?igsh=MTIxamc2dWNqOXp5OA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr] See what’s going down on the Unboxing Blu YouTube [https://youtube.com/@unboxingblu?feature=shared] Share this with someone who needs some love and unboxing goodness that God might wanna help them through. Laugh a little. Let’s go deep too. Bless y’all Xoxo Blu

Ch14: Tears in Paradise: The Dark Side Nobody Saw

Y’all. We went from sea life adventures to the dark side — and I mean that glitterally. In this episode, we’re in Chapter 14 of Unboxing Blu, and I’m telling you, this one got real. My daddy disowned me — again. Everything I owned got soaked on the side of a highway in an open trailer in a rainstorm. My great-grandmother’s diaries from 1906. My mannequin Victoria. Gone. And I was undiagnosed bipolar, crying in a window seat on a cruise ship for days, begging God to just show me something. And then the sun broke through the clouds. Y’all, I am not being dramatic. It had been dark for eleven, maybe twelve days straight. And for three to five minutes, the Lord showed up right there in that window and said — I’ve got you. This chapter is for anyone who has ever been so heavy with depression that you couldn’t even pray. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t explain it. I’ve been there. Postpartum. Bipolar. PTSD. The whole thing. And I’m here to tell you — there is power in the name of Jesus, even when all you can manage is a praying hands emoji to one safe person. That counts. He hears it. Come on in. This one’s tender, it’s honest, and somebody needed to hear it today. Get the book unboxing Blu here [https://a.co/d/0gIcfuWB] Listen to the audible version here [https://www.audible.com/pd/B0GH9J7VJB?source_code=ASSORAP0511160006&share_location=library_overflow] Join me on TikTok [https://www.tiktok.com/@unboxingblu?_r=1&_t=ZT-966yTdM1b7G] Join me on Instagram [https://www.instagram.com/blu_wyatt?igsh=MTIxamc2dWNqOXp5OA%3D%3D&utm_source=qr] See what’s going down on the Unboxing Blu YouTube [https://youtube.com/@unboxingblu?feature=shared] Share this with someone who needs some love and unboxing goodness. Praying for anyone struggling with mental illness. May God lead them to the help they need Bless y’all Xoxo Blu