Chronic illness is hard, but you are not alone. Join fellow travelers on this journey through loss and grief, laughter and hope. For no matter how dark the days, how wild the storm or how long the winter, there is hope.
Caregivers walk their own unique path through chronic illness – a role that is simultaneously exhausting and meaningful, isolating and joy-filled. Life as a caregiver can be difficult, but it is also deeply valued.
Too often, stigma, isolation, loneliness and shame follow a diagnosis of mental illness. But not here. Here we offer resources steeped in love and grounded in faith. Here you are among friends, welcome just as you are.
Navigating marriage with chronic illness can be difficult and lonely, but it can also become a beautiful opportunity to learn patience, humility, forgiveness, tenderness and sacrifice – gifts of a love forged in the fire, love that will stand the test of time.
Raising a child with chronic illness requires more strength, resolve and courage than we ever dreamed possible, yet it also draws us closer to God as we learn to lean deep, love sacrificially, shift our perspective, and be fully present.
Community. It feels like hope and it’s why small groups matter. So many in the chronic illness community feel a deep sense of isolation and loneliness. Small groups celebrate together, suffer together, pray together, and learn to lean on and trust in God together.
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From the Blog
Early this summer, I forgot to take my antidepressants for three days in a row. Normally, a two-day memory lapse would throw me into the pit of deep darkness. This time was different. I thought maybe I had reached a point where God had answered my prayers—20 years of prayers—that I...
A Letter to the Parents Who are Chronically Ill - You are Not a Failure My mum has a chronic illness. She’s been sick for as long as I can remember. Mum, this letter is for you. Dear Parent with a Chronic Illness, You don’t have to say it aloud. I’ve read it in your sighs, your...
Yesterday I drove by fields of sunflowers, their happy faces tracking the constant sun. All day, the stems, the east-facing halves, grow and lengthen, bending their flower heads in time with the westward-moving light. All night, their west sides grow, oscillating their heavy yellow...