It’s been a tough few months. Traumatic. That’s how i’d describe it. One traumatic event after another. Last week, i lost my sweet father. i’d like to share with you the words i spoke at his “Celebration of Life” service yesterday: My father was a simple man. That word “simple” can often be interpreted as unremarkable or ordinary. However, i… View Post
After years of flavorless, restrictive eating, my tastebuds had finally been set free. But this amazing liberation didn’t begin in my mouth. It began in my mind. God had pulled me away from so many of the things that had been cluttering my brain and heart. Social media, non-stop news cycles, busyness … even ministry. As the chaos in my mind… View Post
Eating was a chore. It had been for as long as i could remember. Any pleasure that food brought me had drained away years ago. Autoimmune disease had turned food into the enemy. Even harmless substances and healthy, nourishing foods can be increasingly targeted by the body as foreign invaders. This puts the body in a hyper-reactive, fight-or-flight mode all the time,… View Post
It was a gruesome, unexpected sight. My husband walked in the house one morning and informed me that a huge, bloody, dead rat was in the middle of our driveway. It freaked us both out a little. To my horror, a week or so later, i opened my front door to find another dead rat right next to our doormat…. View Post
i have always been terrified of heights. When I was on my high school cross country team, I couldn’t run the bleachers. I’d get about halfway up when my stomach began to churn and everything seemed to start wobbling. Even looking down from the second floor balcony at the mall makes me break into a cold sweat. Call me irrational,… View Post