Being together for family holidays when things have not been okay in your world can be, well, not awesome. Everything is heightened, and there is already enough pressure for everything to be perfect. You want to be together. You want to be anywhere else. How can you be present when most of the situation makes you want to hide?
I have always said that I don’t have hobbies, I have friends. But I do need to cultivate a habit that my friends have already figured out: trying feels so good.
Traveling can be stressful no matter what, but it can be extra hard for those of us with health needs. Here are 8 airport hacks to help you become a compassionate traveler and my best tricks for traveling while ill. TSA Pre-Check and airport bar vouchers not included.
There are some days when we feel we will drown in the exhaustion of trying to stay afloat. Days when blood and blessing are being drained from our limbs and hearts. May this blessing offer you support when you’re teetering on the edge of the world.
The prosperity gospel has plenty of critics, but many of us often fail to acknowledge just how much of this prophetic preaching we absorb within American culture. Critics beware: the prosperity gospel may be closer than you think…
It has officially been two years since I was diagnosed, two years of trying to hold lightly to all the things that hold me to my life. But I’m starting to notice how very sticky love can be.
How are we supposed to pray when our souls have been pummeled by tragedy? When I am at the end of my strength, I go back to the beginning.
Spending days in a hospital bed can be downright miserable. Want to be an Awesome Hospital VisitorFriend™? Sneak one of these ten things through security.
Perhaps the most oddly comforting thing about joining the Mennonite club is they insist that suffering never be done alone. This week, my family gathers in Manitoba to celebrate the life of Hannah Penner.
What to say to someone whose life has just turned upside-down.
On Monday, I started teaching again for the first time. On Wednesday, the hospital tried to hospitalize me for low blood pressure. On Friday, I got a cold and stopped sleeping. On Saturday, I was accused of murder. And my body fully accepted this as normal. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we? A police…
In tragedy, Christians unfailingly ask, “Where is God in my suffering?” Here’s one promise to cling to on your worst days.
