about Michaela

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I believe we all have a story, written on our hearts. One of my favourite hymns, called Blessed Assurance, sings: this is my story, this is my song.

We are all pilgrims on a  journey somewhere, to the beautiful places, the dark places. We all face pain and loss, sometimes discovering deep wells of joy and freedom. Sometimes hitting the very bottom of the well.

I think our stories are like those fantastic children’s books that offer various endings and twists and turns. Sometimes things just happen that are out of our control, but we have to keep flipping the page to get to the gold. Sometimes we take paths that lead us into adventures and yes, heartache. But we all have stories, and I love gathering them. They shape us. And they are always being written.

I also have a desire to see mama’s in all walks of life, on all sorts of journeys, find redemption and joy on their motherhood journey. Especially those mama’s that feel broken and hurt, rejected, left out or struggling with their child’s health issues. This is motherhood too, and it’s not easy, but it can be redeemed. The ashes of this world, can be turned into a beautiful garland of joy.

Imagine that, being crowned with flourishing wildflowers, a diadem of beauty—with the very thing that could have destroyed your heart if it was left in the dust, if it was left broken.


Before giving birth, I traveled a lot. I love this gorgeous, broken world. In the past few years, I’ve been blessed to see India, Egypt, Thailand, Australia, Sri Lanka, Hungary, Poland, UkraineBosnia, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, Montenegro, Israel and Jordan.

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I’m a journey woman, a nomad at heart, and currently called to the home hearth. I’ve traveled many parts of the world, delivering over 40 babies in India, lived in slums in Cairo, backpacked across Eastern Europe, hunting for the best challah in Jerusalem. I’ve spent over 8 months of my life in Mother India, so there is a special place in my heart for her. I am also deeply in love with Eastern Europe, and feel connected to the land. If I could, I would sit by the Chain Bridge in Budapest and gaze at the gray green Danube forever.

In addition to traveling & writing, I love to cook, nest, de-clutter, thrift and break bread with friends.

I’m also a certified doula and placenta encapsulator, and of course, a birth junkie {meaning I love all things birth related!}

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I married my first love, Jay, in the fall of 2008 and gave birth to my first daughter, Florence Marigold on March 7th 2012. We live in the big city, on the beautiful west coast, both born and raised in British Columbia. We have traveled across the globe together, but we are on the greatest, hardest journey yet. No amount of train riding, backpacking, bartering and airplanes could prepare us for this story.

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Excerpt from ‘The Summer Day’ by Mary Oliver

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

8 Comments

  • Reply Michael Gilbertson August 31, 2017 at 3:41 PM

    Hi Michaela. In searching for images to use with 1 Peter 2:11-17 I came on yours with 1 Peter 2:11. Can you tell me what translation you used for the words? I can’t find one that matches.

    I created my own image using the words you used and another background. I would be happy to use yours and credit you if you would like.

  • Reply Edith June 7, 2015 at 5:50 PM

    I read Florence’s story through tears but seen the beauty and love in every word. I am a nurse taking care of two siblings with SMA. One is 13 and the other is 3. I have been with the family for 10 years. Unfortunately the family of four turned into a family of three a couple years ago when Dad passed unexpectedly. Life is very hard for Mom and she sometimes gives in to depression. I understand as a caregiver and am as close to these girls as almost anyone could possibly be. I buy them pretty dresses and bows. They are fancied up every day. I read to them, I give them “kissies” , and I tell them I love them dozens of times a day. I act silly. I sing to them and we take selfies. I know every cartoon backward and forward. And I also know every inch of their little bodies. Both girls are vented and we save their life daily. I question why but never get an answer So I just continue to love them. That Is my answer I suppose. I will be broken when they leave this world. My heart breaks for you and the loss of your beautiful curly headed angel. She looks so happy in her pictures. I pray your second child is free of this devastating disease. Best wishes to you

  • Reply Andrea June 4, 2015 at 1:30 PM

    Thank you for sharing your life, you are a beautiful person and although we have never met and I never met your sweet daughter my heart hurts and grieves with you. Praying for the God of peace to bring you comfort and to help you navigate these waters of grief, cling to Him, He knows the way.

  • Reply Nancy Kingsriter May 12, 2014 at 10:20 AM

    Thank you Michaela for your transparency and sharing. I read your short article in the FREE TO FLOURISH booklet . Your statement about choosing to praise and proclaim, and sing, even if in a wobble or a whisper, spoke into my heart. We must all choose at some point in crisis and praise sung in a wobble or whisper is sweetest on the tongue and in the ears of our loving heavenly Father. God bless you and keep you.
    Nancy

    • Reply Michaela Evanow May 13, 2014 at 8:28 AM

      Hello Nancy,
      It’s so nice to hear from you! Thank you for taking the time to say hello. I’m so glad you stopped by.

  • Reply Mary Ann March 6, 2014 at 3:32 PM

    Michaela, i am so inspired by your beautiful writing style and ever so thankful for sharing your story. YOUR story is filled with so much courage and raw hope. When I first learned of your story(your Uncle emailed me) and read your articles on SHELOVES magazine, my heart was moved with compasssion, the kind that feels like an elelphant sitting on your chest and you heave just to be able to breathe in and then out. Your little Florence is so sweet and a picture of BRAVEHEART is stamped all over her precious life. I know you are daring to find joy and hope with God in your daily life……………………This challenge requires total dependance on the HOLY SPIRIT to open your eyes to those moments caught with the heartstrings and tied tightly into a beautiful faith and an even more beautiful HOPE! I am reminded of Idelette McVicker’s “Let us be Women who LOVE” when I experience your journey penned in your blog………..Let us be women who OPEN our arms and invite others into an honest ,spacious,glorious embrace.Let us be women who CARRY each other,let us be women whoGIVE from what they have,. Let us be women who LEAP to do the difficult things, the unexpected things, and the NECESSARY things. Let us be women who LIVE for PEACE,Let us be women who breath HOPE. Let us be women who cREATE beauty. Let us be women who love. Your love for Jesus, your Jason and your dear Florence is transparently courageous and tenacious. I am so privileged to read your story and pray for you all IN this journey and beyond! sending big hugs to you! Mary Ann

  • Reply Natalie Bolduc December 18, 2013 at 8:41 AM

    Someone posted your child with disabilities blog something of the sort. I decided to read it and I was reading the part where you knew a family and there child was very sick and make a wish foundation was making a last minute carnival for the child that would take a few days and you danced with your child toes in the carpet and felt her fingers getting weaker. I’m rambling I’m sorry, my heart always sinks I knew what your daughter had before I even went back to your page to read your blog or story about your child’s diagnoses … I felt like I was grieving with you and for you … Sometimes, life comes in the form of a child, and it tastes like heartache, loss, revelation and joy.

    Sometimes, life leads us to the places that no one really wants to go to: the fringes, the hospices, the sterile hospital rooms.

    Sometimes, the world is changed when life is birthed in the hard, unthinkable places.
    Such beautiful words …… I don’t even know what else to say except I am sharing your story and your quotes 🙂 your amazing never give up . I needed your motivation today 🙂

  • Reply Undiagnosed but okay September 6, 2013 at 9:57 AM

    Hi Michaela, thanks for stopping by and letting me know you were at my blog. You have an incredible story and I love your writing style. When we had Allie a friend told us that a child is born into your life not you into theirs. That they will adapt to travel, etc…then Boo came along and we were born into her world for sure! BUT we also have not let our fears stop us from exposing her the way we have Allie. We are just adapt it so it works for all of us.

    I look forward to reading more!

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