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 …