Category: Archived Posts
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juvenile rheumatoid arthritis.
I was officially diagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis in middle school, but my joint pain had started at a much younger age. I remember going to the pediatrician when I was in about third-grade complaining of knee pain. At that time I was told it was simply Osgood–Schlatter. I wore the little band below my…
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hanging on.
Being chronically ill you learn how to put on a fake smile and how to completely fool people by saying “I’m fine” when you’re actually completely falling apart in every way imaginable. If I see you later this afternoon I will tell you I’m fine, but right now I’m going to let down my walls…
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not today satan.
Not today Satan. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. My life is not in your hands. Start a blog they said, It’ll be good for you they said. What they didn’t say was how hard it would be. Yeah, the writing has always seemed to come easy to me, but when God decides that He…
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one rule.
I love when people love me enough and care about me enough to want me to be healed. I love when people want what’s best for me, who doesn’t love that feeling? So, when you have a suggestion for me regarding my health, fire away. I have but one rule, don’t lecture and don’t judge.…
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an anchor.
I will say it even when I don’t feel it. I will say it until I believe it! About a month before my mom went into crisis in October I read the book Uninvited by Lisa TerKeurst. She urges the reader to take on a challenge to every day saying the following. “God is good.…
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the facts.
My mom has a disease called myasthenia gravis. (Check out this post to learn all about MG) In the last couple of years, my mom has been receiving plasmapheresis to strengthen her body… My brother Christopher’s wedding was September 29th, 2018, but the week before the wedding my mom’s neurologist let us know that she…
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21.
I broke down this morning during my prayer time. I knew I wanted to write a post about my thoughts surrounding my birthday, but I didn’t know what I really wanted to say. 21 reminds me that it’s been 10 years, 3650 days, 315,360,000 seconds of being in constant, relentless pain. It was my birthday…
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the beginning.
So here’s the thing, I’m not here to lie to you or put up any façade… my life is complicated. It is not for the faint of heart and it surely isn’t black and white. But I am here to tell you the truth, the truth is that I serve a good God and He…
