brokenness made whole: learning to live in the suffering.
I love food. Truly, I do. And I crave all things sweet. There was even a time when I could outeat a teenage boy. (Just ask my husband. I did it many a time when we were dating.) But eventually, at some point, food and I—well, things got complicated. One of the most troublous and …
It’s been a season of hard—a long season of all things heavy and arduous, burdensome and complicated. Chronic illness is like that. Just when you think you have it managed, just when it tricks you into thinking you have it under control, it’ll put you in your place. Never discreet, it obtrusively reminds that there …
I am the wife of a wildly devoted husband who is my partner, yes, but he is also my caregiver. Chronic illness impacts him, too. Significantly. My story has become his story, which is our story. So you’ll be reading posts authored by him here, too. post by Tony Kline I started writing this more …
It’s been almost a year since my last blog post. More than 11 months. I’m not sure what to say about that. Other than this: Life happens. To and for all of us. It hits hard sometimes. And chronic illness, well, though it might not ultimately take my life, it will do its best to …
A made bed is not significant. Unless. Unless it’s the first time it has been made for more than a week. Unless it’s the first time I’ve been out of bed longer than the time it takes me to just brush my teeth. Unless it’s the first time there’s more to my day than lying …
So, this blog, this thing I’m doing here, it isn’t about me. It’s a whole lot more than that. It’s a whole lot bigger than that. This. It’s about God. It’s about His truth and His heart evidenced through His Word and, hopefully, through me. It’s about knowing Him and understanding Him. And how that …