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Now and then, I think about my own health. I wonder if I’m caring for myself enough, or if my husband’s illnesses might be standing in the way. When health issues unexpectedly crop up for him due to his hemophilia or seizure disorder, certain worries are inevitable. What if…

Over the past few years, my youngest son has developed pain in joints that were damaged by internal bleeding episodes. As a result, he struggles some days to walk due to an arthritis-like ache. His hematologist prescribed the medicine Celebrex (celecoxib) to help with inflammation, which decreases…

I enjoy Sunday mornings. As a United Methodist pastor, I lead worship and love on my congregation. However, one of my favorite parts of the morning is my commute. My youngest son, Caeleb, comes with me to church. He is responsible for the video recording and sound each Sunday.

I recently took a second freelance job to help move my family forward despite the challenges of the pandemic. I’ve only been at it for two weeks, but so far it’s been good. I’m praying for a good working relationship with my boss, and for my own personal growth in…

Many times, when I look back at how I handled my sons’ hemophilia care, I quickly remember the poor choices I made. I ache over decisions that caused heartache, and allow them to capture my full attention. Too often, I fixate on how one decision affected life choices, often leading…

My heart raced and pounded as a bead of sweat rolled down my cheek. My chest was so tight that it hugged my heart, which seemed to be doing flips. What was happening to me? I wanted to run away. I wanted to stay and hide. I wanted to scream…

During the month of August, my husband, Jared, and I are happily celebrating our third year of marriage. Though the past few months have been rocky on account of the pandemic and some aspects of our family life that appear out of our control, we remain happy and grateful to…

When my oldest son was 2 years old, he came up to me with a serious expression and said, “Dad, this monster slapped me right in the face.” I told him I had some monster spray in my room and would ensure that his room no longer contained any strange-looking…

I have carried a pocket calendar since my junior high school years. I recently came across an old calendar from 10th grade. Pictures of playful puppies were on the cover, and ticket stubs were tucked inside the sleeve. I was overwhelmed by memories of my younger days and the happiness…

When I was younger, I drew up several vision boards outlining my dream life. I simply listed my goals and the age by which I wanted to achieve them. I remember being 10 years old and writing in my diary with such strong conviction that I needed to own…