the autoimmune hippie.

Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts. . . Practice resurrection. – Wendell Berry

2020

  • Friends, I’m sitting and writing a lengthy post I’ve been trying to get to for several days with school and the end of the term approaching and a sinus plague that has come upon me. Right now though, I wanted to just share with y’all this wonderful post from Tim Challies, that he shared yesterday… Read more

  • If I could tell the world just one thing It would be we’re all okay And not to worry because worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won’t be made useless Or be idle with despair I’ll gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear. My hands are… Read more

  • changing my word.

    As I wrote in my previous post, I got REALLY sick earlier this month and will be on IV therapy for the next several weeks as I continue to heal. I went septic – which I’m still shaken over – and, earlier this evening, I saw this article, which hasn’t helped my feelings: https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/sepsis-now-bigger-killer-cancer-21295621?fbclid=IwAR2bej6E8qMtiMmngnfNLawPXfQaSBiQjp9ac_v7lEL_j_CTpGNd9I0qFaI Apparently,… Read more

  • recovering and celebrating.

    In these bodies we will live. In these bodies we will die. Where you invest your love,  You invest your life. Awake, my soul, awake, my soul, Awake, my. soul, For you were made to meet your maker. – — Awake, My Soul.  Mumford & Sons A week ago Wednesday, January 15th, I was admitted… Read more

  • life is pain, highness.

    Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something. Wesley, The Princess Bride Sometimes life just has to hurt like hell. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Today has been one of those days. I’ve had a fall because my right foot is totally OUT. I’ve cried… Read more

  • They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His.  They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God. – – Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God Back in… Read more

  • We, buried dreams Laid them deep into the earth behind us Said, our goodbyes At the grave but everything reminds us God knows, we ache When He asks us to go on How do we go on? We will sing to our souls We won’t bury our hope Where He leads us to go There’s… Read more

  • my word of 2020

    Like many others, I’ve decided to choose a word of the year for 2020. My word is joy. Not the silly, feel good, dance around kind – though, goodness knows, I love and pray for plenty of times when that comes. Real, the Joy of the Lord is my strength, abiding, internal joy. This morning,… Read more

  • My New Year’s Wish for all of us is always this one: And, y’all. . . Live big. Love God, love people. Make beautiful things. Choose joy. Happy New Year. 🖤🖤🖤 Read more