Sunday, August 2, 2026

The House We Are

With our licensing being completed soon and the possibility of grandkids in the next 5 years or so, I have been thinking about the house that we are and want to be. There are some small new traditions I would like to add, but overall, we are the house we want to be. 

This is the house we are and have always been. 

*The Game House. Games build relationships. We learn new concepts together. We learn how to lose to one another. We just have fun together. Whether we are playing games for school, as an after dinner event, or hosting a full game day with the siblings over during summer break, games are the main attraction at our house because it allows the adults and the kids to do something together. We have a game closet with LOTS of games to choose from, a different kind of game for every personality. My brother, one of my sisters, and Little S all love complex strategy. Another sister likes the old school classics. And another sister as well as Big S prefer any simple dice or card game that gives them the opportunity to just talk. It anchors us all to the table together doing something we all enjoy. 

*The Food House. This is smoked meats on the weekends and holidays. It's popcorn in the popcorn popper. It's ice cream with a movie. S'mores when driveway camping. And I'm not talking about off brand. I mean the good stuff. Farm fresh meat. Purple kernel gourmet popcorn with salt. Blue Bell. Ghirardelli chocolate in your s'mores. (Our daily diet is all whole foods, but when we eat junk, we go all out!)

*The Trampoline House. The trampoline is an attraction for the kids, no doubt about it. I was afraid we lost this one. When Little S started hurting, she stopped jumping, but now that her pain is gone, she is willing to jump. The olders are done with it, but we have a whole new round of littles coming that I am confident will enjoy it. 

This is the family we are. 

*The Church Family. Where can you find us every Wednesday into the late hours, every Sunday morning into the afternoon, and several other days in between? Our home away from home. Church. 🩷
Who welcomes every single child we bring in through those doors? Our church family. If a kid wants to go to church, they know who to ask and they can be confident they will learn, they will have fun, and they will be loved. 

*The Outdoor Family. What is our favorite hobby outside of the house? Paddle boarding. Kayaking. Maybe a tiny bit of camping if we are feeling froggy. Who can you trust to find an adventure nearby? That's us. Will it be last minute? Maybe. Probably. But will it be the best time? Absolutely! 

I would love to come up with special holiday traditions and ways to love kids coming in and out of the house or even our future grandchildren without having to always spend a fortune. For years, we have been able to love on the kids around us without having to spend a ton and buy a lot of stuff. Going forward, I would still love to keep it simple, but personal. 

Side Notes: 

We have come face to face with our first setback/frustration. My husband missed two classes of our NTDC training because he was traveling out of town for work. We were told that we would make the classes up one on one once we completed the remainder of our training. We completed it. We reached out to schedule our classes, and we were told we just need to jump into another class instead of meeting with someone one on one. It's frustrating for various reasons, mostly my husband's job schedule, but it's a little thing in the scheme of everything. We are several weeks behind, but that is okay. It isn't a race. I am learning that not everything is an emergency and I can't treat it as such. I have to be willing to wait for responses and not get worked up. It is a lesson I am really leaning into. Next week is the week we begin makeup classes. Just two. We are looking at mid September for when we can open our house up. 

I wrote this a few weeks ago, and it is funny how things vacillate back and forth so quickly. I got in contact with the lady in charge of class and she is such a joy to talk to. We still have our two classes to make up, but she was more flexible than I imagined, and I think it will work out well. 

Second side note....We talked and decided to go forward with respite care and add emergency placements as well, which I imagine will keep us busier. I don't need people to affirm everything we do with positive opinions about how wonderful life will be and what a great choice it is. But fostering is a ministry and an opportunity to see God work, so at the very least, I expect them to be excited about that. To be praying. To check in. I mean, these are God fearing Christian women. We have only told select people because we don't feel that we need to shout it from the rooftops. However, many of these people have known for years how passionate we are about caring for these children and I view them as our support system when the time comes. Even if it is just people that we might ask for advice from or possibly vent to. However, I feel like there has been a lack of support by 75% of those we talked to. Those who have been supportive are church family. Honestly, it's a little heart breaking. With that said, I know it's a taboo subject. I am definitely looking forward to the community God brings that can walk with us and understand. 

Saturday, June 27, 2026

It's Time

 It's Time. 

We are finally doing this. I have felt a tug on my heart for almost 20 years of my life. It wasn't just a tiny tug, but a deep need to do something. An option I don't have. 

In 2004 I was in 6th grade when I read A Child Called It. It never left me. 

I lived in a world with little exposure to anything outside of the school day or what I saw on TV. Although I wasn't a big fan of reading, three books changed my life in a profound way. 

1. Rachel's Tears showed me what it was like to have a deep relationship with the Lord. It exposed me to the reality of the world, and ultimately started my journey toward exploring homeschooling as an option for my girls. 

2. Purpose Driven Life. I do not remember the book, but I do know that many of my life's choices to live with purpose were deeply rooted in me and only grew more and more after reading it. 

3. A Child Called It. I read the entire series. I had never heard of child abuse, and I was absolutely horrified by what it was and what kids go through being in foster care. 

God whispered to me then and there that something had to be done. 

Then I met a young girl in 8th grade, Nicky. I was at a sleepover with a friend, and she happened to be there because her parents were visiting with the Mom. She was maybe 5 or 6, and she told us that she was being abused. She showed us her bruises. My heart shattered into a million pieces, but at that age all I knew to do was love her that one night that she was with us. We did face masks and gave her lots of hugs and cuddles. I still have pictures of her in a photo album, and I think of her often. That night something touched my heart again. I don't know what happened to her, but I pray she told the right person and was removed. 

In 2007, I meet my husband in 9th grade. As we talked about our future, I told him what God had called me to do. (You gotta warn a fella so he knows what he is stepping into.) 

He agreed, but as a teen, something like that seems so far away and surely nothing that needs to be thought out now. We had our oldest daughter in 2008. (She was planned. Both my husband and I were looking for more in life than what we had.) We got married. In 2009, I had an abortion with my second child out of fear that if anybody found out we would end up homeless and lose our oldest daughter, and it rocked my entire world. I became fragments of who I was. As I walked with the Lord to pick up the pieces, he put me back together better than I was before. I became passionate about post abortive women and spend the last 15 years working with them. (Not as impressive as it sounds because getting a post abortive woman to step forward and be ready for healing is TOUGH, for obvious reasons. Therefore, I might have seen one a year.) 

We went through infertility issues when we tried to have another Baby. I thought for sure God was punishing me in one of the most painful ways he knew how. We went to DFCS to apply to foster in 2012. We were told we were too young. (And to be fair, we were.) We went to a private foster care agency in 2014, attended orientation, and they told us you can't foster to adopt. (We did not realize this was specific to this agency and that you can foster to adopt only through DFCS.) We submitted an application to adopt privately, and then in 2016 I found out I was pregnant with my youngest. Her timing was so perfect. She added so much joy into our family, and if I'm being honest, many trials too, due to her various health issues over the years. In 2018, when my girls were 9 and 1, we took a kinship placement with my sisters, who are oh so very precious to me. They day we met them they clicked with my girls. Bear because she was a baby, and who doesn't love a sweet baby, and Big S because she was around the same age as both of them. In 2019, they went to live with my/their. Since then, we have been helping both of my parents separately with their kids. 

But now they are grown (or almost grown) and have their own lives, as is our oldest daughter. Jessie and I sat down to talk about dipping our toes in with respite care (which turned into the possibility of emergency foster care). We did an orientation, and then Little S's health issues flared. We agreed to help her get better first. (See my previous blog. Praise God! 🙌) Then we submitted our formal application. 

And it is Almost Done! We sent in all our paperwork, did our initial home visit, got TB tests, CPR Certifications, currently finishing up our NTDC Training this coming week. Once we complete that, we have 4 weekly home studies which are pretty in depth, and then we will be licensed foster parents!! We can switch between what we want to do daily. If we have an emergency placement we just feel God is calling us to foster, we can call and say, "Hey. Don't worry about finding another home for this child." If we decide God is calling us to adopt a child who needs a home, we can tell them that too. They have you go through ALL the steps no matter what so that you can do all the things without having to go back through the process. 

God has grown us over the years and cultivated our hearts for things at just the right times. When we got married, we didn't know what we were doing. We didn't even have the same dreams. At some point, I don't even remember when, we agreed I would stay home with Big S. Then when she was 2, we agreed homeschooling was right for our family. But Jessie didn't know what he really wanted to do for work. If he wants to go back to school. I didn't really know how I felt about much of anything beyond homeschooling in general. Somehow, over the years we grew together and not apart. We have many of the same preferences, views, and dreams. However, our love for children has bonded us together the most strongly. 

God did not call me to have a large family by birth. He just didn't. For various reasons, that has been made clear to me, and for many years it shattered my heart and made me feel like less than other homeschool families. Everybody around me had 4, 5, 6 kids, and I wanted nothing more than that. But I couldn't, and that is okay. Fostering was always something that I KNEW God was calling me to, but it never was time, and I kept wanting to make it time. That is not how it works. He has prepared my heart over the last 20 years to love children that aren't mine. And I don't just mean through foster care. All along the way He has been teaching me and showing me what I need to know. The things he prompted me to study (brain development, trauma, MY BIBLE). The people he has put into my life (The Church). The opportunities to love other kids. (I think I am #1 person to contact for babysitting. Maybe because I stay home. Maybe because I say yes. I am not really sure. 😅) And honestly, the lessons we learned during our kinship placement in 2018. 

I know it will be hard (from my minimal experience), and what those children are going through is absolutely horrible. However, I am anxious to see some of these children grow and to see what God does in their lives and ours. It's almost time. 


Sunday, April 12, 2026

Remission

I buy magnesium capsules in bulk. 

It calms the nervous system. 

Tonight, I put the magnesium away in the cabinet for the last time. 

And as I did, pure joy and gratefulness rushed through my body like I had never felt in my life. 

I need to tell her story. Start to finish with all the answers. I haven't completely written in out before, and I need to.

It started in September 2023. 

But I always knew. 

Little S had a cavity. We weighed known risks vs benefit. Due to the proximity to the brain, she took an antibiotic before having the tooth pulled. (Despite good oral hygiene and timely treatment for cavities, she was very prone to getting more cavities. Answer #1.We later found out this was due to low IgA, a likely root cause for most of her issues.) 

We treated. 

The infection returned in a different cavity on another side. The doctor treated again. Antibiotics and a tooth extraction. The only two antibiotics Little S had had in 7 years of life. 

Little S finished the last of her antibiotic while we were out of town on a trip.

We had pizza that night-and breadsticks. 

The next morning she woke up with a rash all over her body. Jessie and I were at a timeshare meeting. Big S called us, and we dismissed it as being normal. (She has always gotten rashes.) Big S insisted that we needed to see it, so we cut the meeting short and went back to the room. It wasn't just a rash. It was hives. From head to toe. 

We still chalked it up to a reaction to something at the hotel. Nothing unusual for her, especially since it was a water park. And then we left, hit Wal-Mart for some cream to help, and went home. 

The next day we took her to the nurse on staff at my husband's job because she was complaining of joint pain. She checked her out and said it was most likely a reaction to her antibiotic, and that she would be okay. 

We took her the next day to get the tooth extracted. 

A few days pass, and I find myself in the middle of the night, (She had woken from a dead sleep.) consoling a screaming child in my living room recliner for hours. 

It was time. 

We took her to the ER where they diagnosed her with serum sickness. A type III hypersensitive reaction to her antibiotic that causes severe joint pain and hives. It would be over by day 10. 

The days were painful, but the nights were unbearable. She couldn't even get up to use the bathroom, but touching her caused a pain unlike any she has ever felt before. 

Finally Day 10 arrived, the day they told us it would end. And it did. 

For a time. 

Over the next few months she complained of stomach pain (worse than usual) and had rashes that would come and go within minutes. She once complained of joint pain for a minute, but then she let it go. 

It wasn't until April when she started getting night sweats and headaches did we take her back to the doctor. They dismissed it as allergies and a hot house in the evenings due to Spring weather. 

Then it progressed. Into joint pain. Into muscle pain. Into an inability to grip well. Into an inability to walk some days. There was stomach pain, sweating, a rise in temperature, headache then systemic pain. 

I should have known what it was then. 

The second time we took her to the PCP, we saw somebody different who knew her history better. She immediately ordered labs. 

We took Little S to have them done. A few hours later, she started complaining that her arms felt heavy and tired. We told her she must have tensed up when she had the labs done and that it would go away. 

It didn't. And over time, it spread to her legs and her neck. 

This thing, it was unstoppable. 

In the beginning I wrote this: 

"I am scared. I'm so scared. I know the Lord doesn't give us a spirit of fear. I know that we should count it all joy, the trials we face. And I am. I have my list that I made. That we have had so many wonderful years and memories with my sweet baby. The one who we prayed for. The one who we waited for for 4 years." 

I rejoiced, but I was scared. I thought she might actually die. Every time she had an episode, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't make them stop! She would tell me she hurt one minute and then she was fine the next. Her pain didn't seem as bad when friends were around. Multiple times we questioned what she was telling the truth about and what she wasn't. (Little did I know, it would all tie together in the end.)

She went to specialist after specialist, each one we had to push her into being able to see. Some had 6 months wait lists. Her PCP wrote letters to have her pushed into any cancellations due to the severity and worsening of her condition. 

The ERs told us that we should load her up on Ibuprofen and wait it out!!!

She saw nephrology because her kidney labs were out of range. She was sent home with an "it happens." 

She saw GI who dismissed her stomach pain as "functional" and tried to put her on antidepressants. 

He told us to put her back on gluten, that it wasn't the issue. Within a week, it resulted in joint pain in her fingers that was so bad, she would go a full day without being able to bend them. It then progressed into the inability to hold up her head. As soon as we realized the cause, we pulled her back off of it and she improved over the next couple of weeks. 

She saw a rheumatologist who said the problem wasn't autoimmunity and that positive ANAs are sometimes for no reason. She took labs and also told us her low IgA would be fine. 

She did prescribe 8 sessions of physical therapy. 

She also bounced us to neurology who did everything she possibly could including an MRI and EMG (which is incredibly painful). She spent hours in the room assessing Little S and taking notes, but in the end, she only offered pain management. She did say something, however, that stuck with me for months. (That pain management wasn't just drugs, but also included Cognitive Behavioral Therapy.) 

After neurology, the PCP recommended Immunology due to her prior reaction to the antibiotic. The Immunologist took labs and found nothing unusual besides low IgA and a bunch of Inborn Errors of Immunity in her genetic testing that he "didn't understand." He told me multiple times that he was more of an allergist and therefore didn't know (even though he was the advertised Immunologist on staff).

Later on, she even saw an Opthalmologist who called her a liar. 

In between all these doctors, I was desperate for her to get a relief from the pain. At this point, we were hauling a wheelchair everywhere in case she couldn't walk. I saw an old friend at one of our homeschooling events and remembered that she was a chiropractor and her husband did massage therapy. I called to make Little S an appointment, and she recommended chiropractic as a starting point as opposed to massage. So we did. Little S improved. She went from having daily episodes of not walking and her immune system flaring to weekly. It was a welcomed relief for Little S. 

After Immunology, we reached a dead end. But I couldn't take "I don't know," for an answer. 

We took this as our green light to try alternative medicine without the fear of the government trying to step in and say we weren't treating her. I set Little S up to see a Functional Doctor ASAP. By this time it was August. She had endured 5 months of flares, sometimes multiple times a day, and pain 24/7. Everything seemed to set it off. Foods. Heat. Activity. 

Her functional doctor took panels for food sensitivities, allergies, and gut health. He put her on multiple anti-inflammatory supplements and a gut cleanse. (His assumption, due to the symptoms and positive ANA was autoimmunity, but it always ties back to the gut.) Over time, her symptoms improved immensely. Her flares were fewer and further between. The rashes went away. The stomach pain subsided. Although her flares were further apart, something still wasn't right. We tried changes in diet. We tried different supplements. I took her in for one of many appointments with him a year in. I was so excited to see her results for her gut health now that we had done the cleanse. To my disappointment, while we had eradicated one issue and significantly knocked down another, she still needed another round of antiparasitic herbs. She had taken them before, so we gave them to her, and she reacted! Within 20 minutes, she had a fever and systemic pain that flared for hours, but lingered for days! Now that she was doing better, pinpointing things was no issue. So we pulled it. We tried oregano oil. The same! Then I gave her a probiotic that she had taken before briefly, SAME! What was happening? As I was collaborating with the doctor, we discussed some possibilities, and he looked at me and said, "This seems like mast cell activation!" So she began a mast cell stabilizing supplement. I also started her on an antihistamine herbal blend for good measure. Within weeks, her nose was no longer stuffy. Within months, the flares completely stopped. (Answer #2. This was Mast Cell Activation Syndrome!) This puts her symptoms of being in pain one minute and better the next into perspective. I have had mast cell reactions. This is exactly how it happens! In fact, I have recently learned that I had them for years, and that was the reason I couldn't have another baby for so long! I was taking supplement after supplement trying to pinpoint what was wrong. I eventually took Serrapeptase because I thought I had endometriosis. It calmed my inflammation enough to stop the reactions, but I had no idea that it was MCAS. The inflammation stayed at bay until recently, so I started taking Little S's supplements to stabilize my own mast cells. Within a month, I was better again. That was the start of the end of her MCAS. She will always have it. We will always have to keep a few things out of her diet (smoked foods, gluten, probiotics, strong antiparasitic herbs...) But she is better. 

Then there was one. One thing that lingered. The chronic pain. I knew with everything in me we could get rid of it. We tried more and more anti inflammatory supplements thinking it was inflammation related. We tried supplements to repair the nerves. The only thing that gave even a little relief long term was magnesium. 

The only thing that gave a bit of relief once it flared was ice. 

Most days she was okay. Every day she could walk. 

But the pain was always there, a reminder that "she was sick."

In November of 2025, we started Little S on a low histamine diet in hopes that her pain would go away. A low histamine diet is one of the hardest diets to follow. Also, we noticed she started having pain anytime she did eat a food that was high histamine. But the pain wasn't going away because she was eating low histamine. We were discouraged. 

One night, I was tucking Little S into bed and she said to me, "Mommy. Don't leave me. If you leave, I'll hurt worse." And at that moment, the look in her eyes, I knew she meant it, but I didn't understand it. 

I began to look into CBT as an option to manage her pain. If I am being honest though, I was afraid. I didn't want anybody questioning her about her symptoms and making her uncomfortable. She was over that. I was over that!! I didn't want her to feel trapped in a room alone. It was hard enough to get her to agree to do CBT just once to try it. Because of all of that, I was trying to find a therapist house in a more naturally minded holistic clinic that would understand why we took the route we did. I found one. I called and spoke with him. He said he could work with kids, but he would recommend that she do sessions with a woman named Jamie Shafir out in California who uses something called Pain Reprocessing Therapy adapted it for kids. 

I contacted her. $220 per visit. Minimum of 12 visits to see results. 

But I couldn't say I would do anything to see her get better if I didn't try this. 

So we did it. She did weekly meetings over Zoom. Little S learned about pain and how we can feel it, even when there is nothing there to physically cause it. (Boot Nail Guy). She learned that "Tahini" (the name she gave her pain) is not dangerous. Little by little, they changed her relationship with pain. She learned ways to send her body signals of safety, even when she was in pain. The important part here is to break the fear/pain loop. They spend time talking about worry and how it affects pain. (And boy, does it affect hers!) And then they spent some time reintroducing things that once seemed scary. (The trampoline. The one thing she had given up that shattered my Mom heart. The place where so many good memories were made with all the kids in our family, and she just gave it up because it hurt too much to jump.) 

Answer #3. Its called neuroplastic pain. When Little S had her labs drawn, her nervous system (as well as her immune system) was already on high alert from the serum sickness. When her body started sending alarm signals after feeling threatened by the blood draw, the signals just never turned off. The immune flares, certain foods, and even certain activities would amplify it, but it would never completely go away. It always went back to baseline. 

Within four weeks, we noticed she stopped jumping constantly. (Something she used to do to ease the pain in her legs and regulate her nervous system, although she didn't realize it.) She also stopped crying so easily. (Another sign of an overloaded nervous system.) Within eight weeks, she was sleeping without ice packs at night. By week 12, her pain reduced significantly. Right on target. I couldn't believe it. She was getting ready to graduate therapy, when one day the pain got worse. She said she just needed to lay in bed that day. My general recommendation before I knew what was happening would be this: Yes, lay in bed and listen to your book. We will make sure to eat even healthier than usual and hydrate. But I knew we had to break the fear/pain cycle. So I did this instead. 

I gave her cookies and told her she was safe. 

We sat together for 30 minutes or so, and then she was back on her feet and playing. I knew we had made progress, not regression. The next day she said pain had gone away even more. She graduated therapy with a very low level of background noise. 

Last week, her pain began again. In my head, I thought, "Maybe it's the MCAS. It is allergy season." "Maybe she is getting worse because she isn't in therapy anymore or because we stopped the deep breathing or maybe it's because I pulled her magnesium." But I simply said to Little S, "That's just Tahini getting mad because you won't give her attention." Off to sleep she went, or off to play. 

Then this morning she said, 

"Mom. It's gone. Even when I look at Tahini and talk about it, it's gone. It's gone!" 

Right then and there, I knew, she is better. 

Tahini may come and go over the next few months before that pathway in her brain eventually gives out. But we did it. We conquered it. I know that God's hand guided us through each step, so gently and tenderly, knowing that we couldn't handle it all at once. He spoke to me in the beginning. He spoke to me when He told me this was immune related. He spoke to me again when He told me the battle was won, but the war was not over, and we COULD get rid of her pain. His timing was perfect, and he provided for her. The month that we decided to try alternative medicine, my Husband's job offered a health benefit unparalleled to any I have ever seen before. And it made it possible to get her the help she desperately needed. He was there when the church prayed over her. He was there when she was asking why He didn't heal her on the spot. He was there the whole time. Whether or not she had been completely healed, He was always there. I can't wait to be able to share her story of healing with those who need it most. 

As for Little S, she has been through so much. There were days when she thought she might be dying. One question she asked me in the beginning will always stick with me: "What happens to kids like me when they can't find out what is wrong? Do they just die?" And she cried. She cried so much. She has fought me on doctors, and blood draws, and supplements for that matter. She's been scared. She's been sad. She's been angry. She has had questions that can't be answered with words alone. But she learned. She became responsible. She became empathetic. She has experienced hope, joy, and peace. She has had questions answered in only ways God can answer them. 

I would never in a million years wish her to be sick, but I am rejoicing at the growth that came because of it. 

Friday, February 27, 2026

Week 12

 And we made it. 

Here we are at week 12. 

As promised, the pain is just disappearing. Not all the time, and it surely isn't a linear thing. But Little S is going longer and longer stretches with reduced pain. How is it even possible? How could this even work? 

My mind is questioning, but my heart is rejoicing. How it is rejoicing!! 

This therapy has helped in more ways than pain. It has taught her how to handle worry, and how to talk when something shouldn't be held in. 

She is a very introspective and loving little girl, and I enjoy watching her grow and mature despite all of this. 

My heart is overflowing. Most people just don't understand the excitement and gratitude I feel when I tell them.  

My little girl can walk. Every day. She never has to wonder if she will wait up in the morning and not be able to walk. 

My sweet girl can eat foods she couldn't eat before because they caused excruciating pain. 

She can jump on the trampoline again! She can jump on the trampoline again! The trampoline is such a big part of her childhood and our family culture. 😅 There have been more children on there than I can remember. Countless hours jumping, playing, laying around and looking at the stars. When she stopped, my heart broke. This favorite past time, a place where she grew up, was taken from her because of her pain. And after 2 years, she can finally do it again. My heart is pouring over with gratefulness. 

She doesn't need ice packs every night. She doesn't bounce constantly. She doesn't take supplements 6 times a day. 

Once therapy is done, she will take 4 supplements a day. Two in the morning and two at night. They stabilize her mast cells and keep inflammation (caused by any reactions) down in her body and in her gut. We will avoid gluten (causes neurological symptoms) and smoked foods, probiotics, and herbal anti parasitics (all of which causes her to have a true flare). Other than that, she can live her normal life. In all my life, I have never been more grateful for anything. What a gift. 


Wednesday, December 24, 2025

One of the Best Presents Ever

I always thought the best Christmas present ever would be to find out we are having another baby. 

Now, that would extraordinary. However, equally extraordinary, if not more extraordinary, is the gift I received today. 

It started over 2 years ago to be precise, but I've already set out all the details of how the serum sickness lead to this that lead to that.

And that I can't take, "I don't know for an answer." Most recently I could feel with everything in me that she had been diagnosed wrong. Through much prayer and digging through medical journals and functional medicine books, I presented to Little S's doctor my questions about MCAS (mast cell activation syndrome). Much to my delight, they admitted there is much evidence, her symptoms match perfectly, and the treatment she has received has calmed it. With that said, there is no official test without drawing blood during a major flare-which she doesn't have anymore. 🙌 Gift number one. 

We received this a few months ago. 

But the chronic pain would not go away. It was just sticking around. Low level, annoying aching every minute of every single day just reminding her constantly that she has to deal with something most of her friends don't. We tried multiple anti inflammatory supplements, increasing supplements that calmed mast cells, and even a low histamine diet. 

Then one night at the end of November, Sara said something to me that would change her life forever. "Don't leave me, Mommy. If you do, I will hurt worse." 

Now, we had been around this block more than a few times. And quite a few times we accused her of milking her pain. But this night, if was different. I could see it in her eyes. If I left, the pain would, in fact, get worse. But how is that possible? Is our brain that strong? 

We cuddled for awhile. Then I encouraged her to be strong and sleep without me, which she did. 

The next day I began looking into CBT locally. (This was terrifying to me. The idea that she would be alone in a room with another doctor that would probably know she doesn't take pain medication (because it doesn't work) and still hasn't received the completely formal diagnosis and treatment beyond functional medicine (not due to our own failures, but to the fact that the doctors couldn't find it.) I know that what we have done is legal, and her PCP is completely in the loop. However, I was preparing myself to answer the plethora of questions that might follow. When I called a local therapist, he directed me to PRT (Pain Reprocessing Therapy). He told me that it would be the most effective for her case and that there is a woman who specializes in this kind of thing for children and even wrote a book about it. 

The minimum age for this therapy is Sara's exact age. (She just had a birthday that month.) The younger they start, the more effective it is. 

Major progress is seen within 12 weeks. 

Just 3 months. 

Three months away from pain not controlling her life. But how? 

The premise seems so hippy dippy, even for my own liking. 

Chronic pain fluctuates. Stress makes it worse. Excitement makes it better. When you are doing something calming, like cuddling with Mom, the knob is at green or yellow. When you are doing something you don't like, like trying to go to bed or attempting math problems on your own, pain can turn to high yellow or red. 

She agreed to do the therapy reluctantly, and has even said to me and her therapist multiple times, "This is silly." 

We are officially 4 weeks in. 

A third of the way there. 

I was starting to get frustrated at how little ground I felt they had covered. I mean, this stuff is not cheap. 

Then something happened. 

It's hard to describe. 

Today, while she was doing her exercises, she said to me, "My pain goes away when I sit just exactly like this." Now, this kid is not easily duped, and as much as she wants the pain to disappear, there is not a bone in her body that believes deep breathing and somatic tracking will work. She truly thought it was more likely that, despite the fact that her pain has not stopped for one second in the last few years, that sitting exactly like that is what resolved the pain vs the pain exercises we were doing.

Fast forward a minute and her sister opens the front door. Little S stands up, and the moment she does, the pain returns. 

But here is the thing, a switch flipped. Even if only for a few seconds, the pain CAN be turned off. And that is just the beginning. The explanation behind it is unreal. Watching it unfold so quickly 

See, the thing is, we calmed her immune system with the supplements. But her nervous system was still in fight of flight, always sending the message of DANGER through her pain. We have to get her nervous system to stand. down, and that is what we are doing. 

It seems too easy, but I couldn't say I would do anything to get her pain to go away if I wasn't willing to try this too. 

I'm just praising God for this amazing gift, that He is healing her in His own time, and His own way. And I pray that she will see it for what it really is, a healing gift from God. 

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Living with Abandon

 I have duped myself

Into thinking that I have been living a life in full surrender to God. 

That somehow I had mastered the artful balance of having no fear, but doing whatever God asks of me. 

After all, we fostered my sisters that we didn't know. 

After that, we helped them into adulthood. 

During all that we loved all the kids around us, went to church, lived a life of "sacrifice" homeschooling our children. 

But....All while holding back and having boundaries and plenty of rest in between. Time for trips, puzzles, games, read alouds, and occasionally laying in bed for an extra hour in the morning just to get snuggles from my youngest and catch up with my oldest. 

We own a nice home, our only debt. Have money in the bank so we don't panic when something goes wrong. Three cars, albeit old.  (I told myself I am a very content person, like it was a saintly quality.) I'm somewhat of a minimalist that has created an excuse for the things we do have. (It's for ministering from our home...) I spend my time organizing and thrifting to fill the house with beautiful items to make it feel more like home. But it always felt like something was missing. 

I prayed. Oh, I prayed that God would show me what he has next. I prayed for my Husband to release his own will to God and for my oldest to open herself up to what He has. 

*I thought I was doing so well letting my teen go, by the way. She got her license. She is dual enrolling in school. She is getting a job. I drop her off with friends and let her go out of town over night with friends that I'm not necessarily BFF with the parents...I never wanted to hold her back from learning to be an adult. To produce the anxiety in her that I have from a lack of experiences.*

Still, we got....comfortable. 

Then it happened. I called my husband while we were at Summer Camp and told him I had a dream. That he had to choose between being at his incredibly comfortable job (with a 401K that puts in 4X what he does, with free healthcare and doubling his HSA dollars along with almost 6 weeks of vacation time) (It is an absolute dream, by the way.), and what God had for him. 

His response? "That's weird. I had a similar dream. I went to the QT and had to choose between a honey bun and a bear claw." 

So very out of character for him, and honestly I wanted to cry. But I just cried out to God and ask him to change his heart. 

Two days later he did. And here I am in a puddle of my own sorrow because of it. How dare I feel sorry for myself? After all these years of begging God to move us out of complacency. 

My grandmother passed away less than 12 hours after we got back from camp. 

And the ball began rolling. He felt God pressing on his heart. Then the interim pastor spoke on Agape love. Do you know how many sermons we sat through that I thought would reach my Husband's heart (Nevermind the fact that I should have been turning the mirror to myself sometimes.), but they never did. And then this one, that seemed so simple and had been preached on so many times in our church walls...it struck him hard. 

He told me he needed to live with abandon and stop using church hurt and boundaries as an excuse not to. 

I was thrilled until...

This next part that has been a long time coming. Now my oldest daughter and my one and only husband of almost 20 years are headed to Honduras in a few months and I am scared out of my wits. 

When I think of the dream I had just a week or so before, I feel sick to my stomach, "God, what do you have for us? I will do anything but _____." 

How can I say I have lived a life of sacrifice after I attempted to bargain with God (don't do that 😅) that if my Husband would just live a life of complete abandon for God, I would follow him anywhere? 

Now suddenly I don't want him to lose his cushy job. I don't want to have to move. I don't want to go anywhere that I don't feel safe. I don't want my family away from me. I want control. 

That is where I am. God has taken my biggest fear, travel, and is using it to change the hearts and lives of my family, and I am going down kicking and screaming. 

God is having me make good on some other things I have prayed about for years, but also never considered the sacrifice it would take. 

This is hard. This is going to be living a life of sacrifice. I do not want to be found disobedient and unfaithful for the sake of my comfort. Oh, this is going to be hard. 

Wednesday, May 28, 2025

One Year Out

 The Magic 8 Ball is Cruel...But God is Good! 

I saw Little S in the corner of the thrift store one day, crying. 

When I asked her why, here is what she said. 

"I asked the 8 Ball if the pain in my legs would ever go away, and it said, "Don't Count On It." 

This isn't the first time she has wished on a clock or asked an 8 Ball. It's every time. 

The Magic 8 Ball is cruel, but God is So Good! 

I had to remind her of this. I had to remind her how far she has come and how much healing God has provided. And how even if he didn't, we are to be thankful in all things. Rejoice in Him...always. 

That's hard for an 8 year old to hear. 

But she has come so far. The other day, she even got sick. 

I never thought I would rejoice over a stomach bug, but hear me out. 

When Sara first got sick, it was little things here and there. Headaches. Joint pain. Then it progressed into leg pain and eventually a point where she couldn't walk for days. She dropped things constantly. She HURT. The GI doctor told us to give gluten back, and suddenly the flare ups were even worse. (We didn't see it at the time.) After the PCP forced her into each specialist and they found nothing, we saw the functional doctor. He has put her on natural anti inflammatories, helped pinpoint her diet sensitivities, cleaned up her gut, and put her on some things to settle her immune system against allergens. 

I started noticing small things, like her not complaining about daily stomachs pain, as well as big things like no nightly flare ups. Then she started noticing things like her eczema clearing up for the first time in her life. I almost cried when she walked up me, said, "Do you hear this?" Sniffed. And there was nothing to hear. Her nose was clear. She wasn't coughing. For the first time in a long time. 

We are months out from this day. She occasionally has some bad days if she eats gluten on accident. (This has  only happened three times. Once at a party and once with a family member.) She went on vacation with no flares. That was a big deal. Then she got sick last weekend with a stomach bug and I just rejoiced. Since she had serum sickness in Fall on 2023, she has not been ABLE to get sick. The rest of the family has had flu, stomach virus, and some kind of respiratory virus. She just flares up for days fighting it off and never gets sick. When she got sick and fought it off with a small fever in a normal amount of time, I knew we had won. 

It's been a battle. Little S is relentlessly stubborn. We went through a season of not wanting to go to the chiropractor because it was "another doctor." We made it through. Now we see the chiropractor once a month and functional twice a year. In fact, before she used to hide. Now she talk to the chiropractor without taking a breath. We went through a season of learning how to take supplements and fighting me every single evening that she had to. We made it through. Now I put all of her stuff in organizers and she grabs her own each day. And we went through a season on tears about the food. It's hard to watch your friends eat brownies and candies and such. Now when I consider making an exception (because it hurts to see my baby sad), she says, "No thank you. It's not worth the pain." She brings her own snacks and foods with a smile on her face, knowing that she is thankful to have what she has and that it won't hurt her. (But I won't lie, I know there is a part of her that wishes she could eat just one of those things and not be laid up in bed for a day.)

She has fought a good fight, and is winning. Might she regress? Maybe, but we will keep fighting. The thing the doctor said didn't exist. The things they said they couldn't do anything about. The pain we thought she would always have....she is healing. 

All that lingers is some low level leg and arm pain. "Don't Count On It." Well, my God is good. He created medicine for our bodies and foods that heal. I will rejoice in Him...Always.