Somewhere Between the Pain and the Promise
A reflection on chronic illness, motherhood, marriage, and the strange beauty of standing inside an answered prayer while still hurting.
A reflection on chronic illness, motherhood, marriage, and the strange beauty of standing inside an answered prayer while still hurting.
For Valentine’s Day, my husband and I took a small weekend away to go to a concert. The show wasn’t until Saturday night, so we spent Saturday morning traveling to…
Nothing prepares you for the part of chronic illness where “being strong” stops working. Not the diagnosis. Not the surgeries. Not the endless appointments where you show up, answer the…
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…