It’s been five months since I’ve posted something here. I can’t believe how fast time has moved this year! A few of my articles have been posted on The Mighty, but it has been so long since I’ve carved out time for this space. For my first post back, I wanted to make it an important one. Today I want to thank each and every one of you. A little over a year ago I completed 10 weeks of intense IV therapy for chronic Lyme disease. Many of you contributed time, energy, money, prayer, and so much more to make last summer possible. I haven’t been able to put into words the amount of gratitude I have for you, but it’s time for a proper thank you. Here goes nothing.Read More »
A couple months ago I was craving sweets like nobody’s business. It wasn’t in a way to cause worry for a Lyme infestation, but the kind where Mother Nature decides to give you a glimpse of what she can do to your body simply because you didn’t start growing a tiny human inside of you. And because who doesn’t like chocolate?
Just because I’ve been set free from the sugar chains doesn’t mean my body can’t remember the once familiar tastes of cinnamon rolls, brownies, cookies, and ice cream. Now I just have get to be more creative in how I consume these delicacies.Read More »
So, here we are a little over a year later and I’m pretty sure the same amount of craziness has occurred in the past sixteen months as in the four years preceding.
In my original post – Chronic Lyme Disease: My Story Part One – you read how I came to the Lyme diagnosis and how I was handling it (not well). Now, I’d like to share the next part of the story. Many of you have kept up with my blog over the past year and are fairly comfortable with this one, but for the rest of you, I’ll make it more concise.
Do me a favor: take thirty seconds to sit and actually think about what it means to be hit by a truck.
I’m not talking about the my-muscles-are-sore-and-there’s-an-ache-in-my-head-from-going-too-hard kind of collision, but the kind that leaves you unable to compete with gravity. Your crushed limbs l i t e r a l l y cannot be lifted, the pressure of air molecules floating around your body is enough to send nerves into a glass-shattering uproar, your immune system can’t decide which object are native & which are foreign invaders, and your brain isn’t quite sure whether or not this is a dream or you’re actually capable of experiencing this kind of pain and still live to tell the tale.
Now I want you to imagine someone walking up to you without a scratch on their body or a hair out of place, but telling you they were just hit by a truck. An oversized 18-wheeler full of bricks. Or elephants.
One of the really cool things about my job is that it’s more than just retail. Yes, we sell a lot of typical products with a Christian spin (books, Bibles, music, movies, gifts, resources, etc.), but there’s another aspect due to the nature of our store.
Every now and then something special happens and we come across some incredibly interesting people. They’re from all different walks of life and oftentimes are so willing to sit and chat. In the past few months I’ve met college-level coaches, veterans from all over the world, pastors, and people with just the biggest hearts. Their stories are all amazing to hear, especially how God has used their lives or provided miracles in scary situations.Read More »