Chronic Illness

The Gift of Our Bodies
Quick update: If you didn’t know, I’ve started a Substack. Going forward, most of my writing will be moved to Substack. There, you will find

The Boundary Lines of My Broken Body
This essay originally appeared on Calla Press Literary Journal. Somewhere between rage-cleaning the kitchen and a ten-minute tidy, I decide it’s time. I reach into

Earthly Healing is Fickle
Have you ever wrestled with God over a thorn in your side for years? You’ve begged him for relief. You’ve asked him for healing so

The Diagnosis I Never Believed Would Come
This post was written right when I received my diagnosis and knew very little about my condition. Since then, I have discovered that the outlook

All My Not-Enoughness
I see a post on Instagram from another Christian writer and it’s so beautiful and wise and creative. Wish I’d thought of it. I’m not

Even When I Hate My Body, God Calls it Good
I said “I hate my body.” The words came out like venom. And in that moment, I meant each one. It’s not even just the

The Gift of Our Bodies
Quick update: If you didn’t know, I’ve started a Substack. Going forward, most of my writing will be moved to Substack. There, you will find

The Boundary Lines of My Broken Body
This essay originally appeared on Calla Press Literary Journal. Somewhere between rage-cleaning the kitchen and a ten-minute tidy, I decide it’s time. I reach into

Earthly Healing is Fickle
Have you ever wrestled with God over a thorn in your side for years? You’ve begged him for relief. You’ve asked him for healing so

The Diagnosis I Never Believed Would Come
This post was written right when I received my diagnosis and knew very little about my condition. Since then, I have discovered that the outlook

All My Not-Enoughness
I see a post on Instagram from another Christian writer and it’s so beautiful and wise and creative. Wish I’d thought of it. I’m not

Even When I Hate My Body, God Calls it Good
I said “I hate my body.” The words came out like venom. And in that moment, I meant each one. It’s not even just the