This Tickaversary post is purposely, joyously, and miraculously late. I had a feeling long ago that it might be, and I began so many...

Can I respect everything in its season – winter, exhaustion, rest, grief? Can I honor Sabbath, transition, liminal spaces, unknowing?

Post-Coronial dystopia

What remission from chronic Lyme is NOT is a sudden restoration to 100% health. A new life is here. And there’s no road map. Now what?

My Lyme Story: For all the talk of finding the root cause, are we never getting to it: belief systems that perpetuate stress and fear?

My Lyme Story: The Mind-Body connection deserves a more prominent look in the causes of chronic illness. Are we hiding the key to healing?

My Lyme Story: How deep does this go? Is Chronic Lyme just the tip of a much bigger iceberg?

My Lyme Story: Here I had it - the brain region responsible for all my problems, past and present. ADD, Depression, psychiatric Lyme

My Lyme Story: Total Depravity. With a mind like that, how could I NOT get an illness that destroys the entire body? Total Autoimmunity.

If we were raised in a culture of "No Pain, No Gain" or "suffering with Christ", how could we ever accept self-care and rest for healing?

I’m in a new territory – the “Remission Purgatory” as I call it. A space in between sick and healthy.

If I want to heal, know God, and be restored sevenfold, what should I expect but a whirlwind? When God sends a plague, it sets people free.

I can’t believe it’s “only” been 4 years since the “Summer of the Ticks.” It seems like a lifetime ago. In many ways it was – I am a...

People think of recovery as tomorrow being better than yesterday, every day, every week, a little stronger. But Lyme-MSIDS recovery, like th

Instead of lamenting the weekend I found the tick that changed it all, I will celebrate surviving thus far!

There is a time to break down. There is a time to weep. There is a time to mourn. There is a time to be silent. Take it, and have peace.

I need to realize the self-fulfilled purpose of merely existing. I was created. I lived. He was glorified. It is finished.

Somewhere out there is a young woman whose life has just been derailed by Lyme, unsure if life is still worth living. For her, I write.

I’m entering my 5th month of treatment for Lyme disease (suspected 10th month of infection), and I’m having a rare “good week” when I...