It’s hard to believe we are coming up on two years since the coronavirus – aka Covid-19 changed our world and our society forever. At the beginning of 2020, I had plans to settle into our new life — finally homeowners after eight years of moving and renting — I was ready. I’ve linked a few posts from that time at the bottom of this post if you’d like to

It was 2016. Nearly five years after moving to California from Idaho, we were on our way back. The verses of Isaiah 43:18-19 had traveled along on a tattered notecard, taped to the side of a half-dozen refrigerators and become a background fixture. Having first spoken to me during a Bible study, I’d believed they were meant for my husband and I — a promise that would be fulfilled if

I don’t like to think of myself as a procrastinator. However, there are things I tend to avoid. Specifically, I avoid things that I’m sure will lead to some type of physical or emotional pain. After living with and managing fibromyalgia symptoms for over a decade now, my procrastination involves more than simply putting something off because of a short-term inconvenience. It takes me longer to recover from painful events. Be it