I used to chase the sunrise,green tea in hand,the Word lighting my pathbefore dawn woke the sky. Now dawn arrives uninvited—a wet nose,a wagging tail,a sermon in fur and persistence. Four a.m. again.The world still sleeps,but my heart beats to the soundof a Doberman’s yawn. We’ve tried all remedies—later nights,melatonin…
After months of caregiving and quiet, life brought a four-legged teacher named Whiskey. This new chapter is about trusting God’s “new thing” in the middle of messy days and chewed blankets. Here’s how it all began.
Some days I dump my frustration on the person I love most. He’s tired. I’m tired.We’re trying to care for each other while barely hanging on ourselves. It’s not fair, but it’s real. Living with MS is hard. Caregiving is hard. Doing both at the same time?Exhausting. But we keep…
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14 (NIV) Living with faith and chronic illness isn’t always about breakthroughs — sometimes it’s about breathing through breakdowns. I used to think faith meant fire — something bold and burning. Now I know it can also…
Nearly two months ago, an infusion knocked me flat. I thought I could bounce back in a few days. Instead, my body said: not yet. Sometimes I wonder if it’s the meds or just MS doing its thing. Maybe it doesn’t matter. What matters is forgiving my body for needing…
It’s been a while.Longer than I meant it to be. Every time I thought about writing — really writing — something else called louder.A new doctor’s appointment.A wave of exhaustion.A meeting I didn’t have the energy to attend, let alone lead.A phone call about my mom — and suddenly my…
Caregiving can feel heavy, but it’s not all bad. Even on the hardest days, there are moments of joy, connection, and laughter that remind me why this journey is worth it. For me, one of those moments came unexpectedly, years after my mom stopped playing cards with her friends. It…
Caregiving is one of the most emotionally demanding roles I’ve ever taken on. And as someone living with Multiple Sclerosis (MS), it’s more than just an emotional burden—it’s a physical one, too. Stress isn’t just something I feel; it’s something I see reflected in my symptoms. Fatigue, brain fog, muscle…
The day started like any other—a moment of calm that I’ve learned not to take for granted. My mom had texted me early, saying she was up and moving around but planned to stay in to do some housework. Her tone seemed positive and normal, which put me at ease.…
It’s one thing to realize something is wrong—it’s another to act on it. By the time I decided to talk to my mom’s doctor, the silent signs of dementia were no longer subtle. She wasn’t just forgetting where she’d left her keys or struggling to follow the rules of a…