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?

If I am to remember God's love in my darkest times, I would ask Him to remember what it's like to grieve so hard you drown the whole world.

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

Hating yourself will literally destroy your brain and body with illness. Hating your self will destroy your view of God and love for others

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.

This year, I learned that keeping the Christ in Christmas is not nearly so important... as keeping the I in Christ.

2020 | assemblage | 75" x 35" x 9"

2020 | installation | medical paraphernalia | 24" x 69" x 45"

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...

To those with Lyme, depression, or grief at Christmas: You are not damaged. You are not a Grinch. You are the very embodiment of Christmas

Understanding Spoon Theory is really important for others to understand the Lymie way of life.

We are human BEINGS, not human DOINGS | "Henceforth I resolve to regard these as God’s signal that I am to stop and listen." -Frank Laubach

We are human BEINGS, not human DOINGS | God is in charge of my "Wasted Days." He's doing the work. I can BE... in my pain, in my sorrow.

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

(warning: blessed spoilers) All excerpts from "The Hiding Place" by Corrie ten Boom with John and Elizabeth Sherrill; 1971. There is an...

Why do we shrug off our bodies telling us that SOMETHING IS WRONG? We no longer view feeling unwell as a problem... and its killing us.

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...