the autoimmune hippie.

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

Jesus

  • and now it’s time to dance.

    In the past several days, I’ve wrapped up my spring semester – and I am deeply grateful to have made President’s List grades this term. It was very *very* stressful at times with the sepsis/surgery/weeklong hospitalization that found me unexpectedly midterm. Managing to finish well was purely God’s grace, amazing professors, my wonderful family, and… Read more

  • heavy & honest things.

    The notes for this post have grown – and found several unexpected turns – in the past few weeks as I’ve been wrapping up Spring Semester. It’s always a wild ride at the end of term – but this one especially since I had some pretty substantial hospital and sick time so I had projects… Read more

  • what is this life. . . (from a grateful little spoonie)

    Some 25 years ago, high school senior Miranda saved my Mississippi State letters and goodies from trips over to visit campus in my scrapbook (that is now a bit, umm, aged – like its owner. hehe). Later, I would be so upset when I didn’t get to go – and I certainly could have never… Read more

  • he made green.

    And the moon is a sliver of silverLike a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter’s shopAnd every house must have it’s builderAnd I awoke in the house of GodWhere the windows are mornings and eveningsStretched from the sunAcross the sky north to southAnd on my way to early meetingI heard the rocks… Read more

  • feeling the ill part of this chronic business.

    I’ve been chasing myself these past several days since discharge, getting caught up with school from the hospital while these antibiotics are kicking my arse and I am so freaking tired (it never fails). That said, I was on the phone with my husband while he was at work one day last week when my… Read more

  • home, home, home.

    After an eight day stay, I have finally been discharged home – to my peoples and my Henry and my cozy spot and a body that keeps collapsing to lots and lots of sleep. I am exhausted. Oh my word, I am so happy to be home. As with my previous rounds of sepsis and… Read more

  • an especially meaningful Ash Wednesday this year.

    Every year, I write through the Lenten season beginning with Ash Wednesday, one of the most significant days on the church calendar – and one even closer to my heart than usual this year. I started the day seeing a post from Rachel Held Evan’s sister, sharing her last public post prior to her death,… Read more

  • all my heart, Ukraine.

    As we’ve watched the crisis unfolding in Ukraine, we’ve witnessed the unbelievable strength and bravery of a people – and their leader – in the face of a madman and his army. I’ve read countless stories of families separated, as mothers and children are sent to areas that will hopefully be safe, while fathers stay… Read more

  • you belong among the wildflowers. . .

    Sometimes the littlest things are so comforting, total God things. ❤ In my last post for our precious Lindsey’s birthday, I shared that I was planting a little wildflower packet in a pot that was all part of a sweet gift from our church I had been saving for a special occasion. Since I hadn’t… Read more

  • happy birthday linds.

    Yesterday was our sweet Lindsey’s birthday, the first without her here with us. It still doesn’t seem possible sometimes. It was also an under the weather sort of day for me (some sort of crud has found me) – hence the late post – but I’ve been thinking so much about her and how best… Read more