the autoimmune hippie.

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

Jesus

  • trusting Him – and taking a sick day

    After a couple of months of a staff person at my Rheumy’s office dropping the ball, this morning I finally went for my long awaited bone scan to determine how much damage the years of steroid therapy have inflicted. Considering the condition of my feet, I’m not expecting the news to be great and I’ve… Read more

  • it’s Christmastime in the Hippie Hut

    For the past few years, I’ve started my decorating for Christmas a little before Thanksgiving (and I’ve been backing it up a little more each year) – where I used to be one of those hard and fast day after Thanksgiving people. And I wanted to get started sooner. So, this year, I’ve decided it’s time to do what I really want to… Read more

  • when God shows up

    Talkin’ Daniel in the den of the lions Talkin’ Jonah in the belly of a whale Talkin’ three Hebrew children And they’re standing in a furnace, fiery furnace But the fire didn’t burn them, and the lions didn’t bite And the Lord reached down and you can be sure that Everything turned out right Oh… Read more

  • sunday school

    When I was around 17, I helped teach preschool Sunday School at my home church. And I really truly loved doing it. But I had a rebellious streak at least twenty miles wide and I was sure I wasn’t going to be doing any such churchy thing once I was on my own. . .… Read more

  • LOVE IS >

    Last Saturday, our youngest daughter, Sara, and I were able to drive up to Franklin, Tennessee, for the fastest visit ever (we literally were there for less than an hour – but it was so worth it) to meet Katie Davis Majors As I wrote last week, I admire her greatly for her love for… Read more

  • sanctuary

    With the tragedy in Las Vegas weighing heavily on my mind and the suffering of the people of Puerto Rico always on my heart, the political ugliness on social media has really troubled me today. And my thoughts have been racing, so hard to take in such a heinous act and such hatred. And what… Read more

  • but their eyes were watching God

    As I look in horror at images of the utter devastation in Puerto Rico, the title line of Zora Neale Hurston’s novel keeps running through my mind: They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God. Though the line occurs during a hurricane, for the people of Puerto Rico, I… Read more

  • come to Jesus day with my rheumy

    I’ve written often about the health challenges I’m facing right now. Apart from the broken feet (as if they weren’t enough), the rest of me has been getting progressively worse. The pain in my ankles, knees, right hip, spine, and hands has been truly terrible recently and I’ve been losing some function in those joints… Read more

  • all of our days are sacred

    Celebrate, we will, for life is short but sweet for certain. – DMB During the day yesterday, I saw a short video on Facebook from a fellow autoimmune warrior that resonated with me deeply. https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10213637236636004&id=1556574136 I can’t really explain it – and hope you’ll take a minute to watch. The feelings expressed in the video… Read more