Compassion Still Needs Limits
A raw reflection on parenting with chronic pain, trying to stay compassionate, and learning that loving my kids does not mean pretending my own limits do not exist.
A raw reflection on parenting with chronic pain, trying to stay compassionate, and learning that loving my kids does not mean pretending my own limits do not exist.
A reflection on chronic illness, motherhood, marriage, and the strange beauty of standing inside an answered prayer while still hurting.
For the third time, I walked through those hospital doors hoping for relief from relentless pain. This is what it looks like to keep showing up through chronic illness, motherhood, exhaustion, and faith.
I got my feeding tube in November 2019, and I remember thinking I was stepping into a strange, minor detour, not a whole new life. In my head it was…
This morning, I felt like I was standing in front of a door locked for years, hand on the knob, bracing myself for what might be on the other side.…