Serving Out of a Poverty of Health

Serving Out of a Poverty of Health

A distinct memory is ingrained in my mind of one of my worst seasons of pain. I remember that it was November and my husband was going through an important time at work. He was completing a difficult and intense several weeks of training that would hopefully lead to a...
Stand on Truth

Stand on Truth

Weak and frail, illness stole a third of my body weight from my already small frame. Rainbow colored bruises all in different stages of healing tattooed my arms and legs, leaving the telltale signs of the IVs used to keep me hydrated, fed, and in as minimal pain as...