Snowflakes in June…

That’s right! Beautiful, one-of-a-kind snowflakes — that’s what we are.

So it simply stands to reason that there is no one-size-fits-all cure for the ailments our chronically ill husbands face. That is an extremely hard concept for us to grasp! Thinking there is leads to a lot of mental anguish. What if we had tried this? What if our budget allowed for that?

Just because we aren’t healthy doesn’t mean we aren’t holy.

I am starting to see more of this mentality amongst the family of God. It really bugs me.

The humble reality is that all of our bodies are fragile, and we can all succumb to disease. Sin cursed us in the Garden of Eden. No amount of proper diet, special oils, supplements, and exercise will stop that.

Don’t get me wrong. I am in support of healthy living, natural remedies, AND medical intervention. Just this weekend a C-section saved the life of my friend and her baby.

A personal friend of mine just told me that her very fit, healthy son experienced serious heart issues this week.

I can already hear the flapping jaws trying analyze WHY things went wrong with him.

Peace, my sisters. Let it rest. You mean well. I know you mostly do. Though there is that self-righteous tendency in all of us to think we really know what is best for someone else.

Medicine and naturopathy are called practices for a reason.

“It’s all a crapshoot, you know.” says Lauren, whose story I am sharing snippets below.

Lauren Baer posted publicly on Facebook about her experience and the fallout of being a victim of campus rape. What she has to say applies equally to the chronically ill.

“In the summer of 2010, I was assaulted by a guy who lived in the apartment below me. The details don’t matter.

You see, by God’s grace alone, I was already attending the Recovery ministry at my church because I knew I needed Jesus to heal me from some other stuff. The next morning after “the event”, I was really confused and upset. I showed up on the front step of my accountability partner who lived down the street. She let me shower and sleep in her bed, and she bought me breakfast tacos…


In January, it became evident that I was losing my short term memory. I made 30s on exams that I had studied very hard for. It was as if I had never heard of or read the material on the exams. It was panic-inducing. I told my professors what had happened to me. I told my sisters….

I started months of trying to sort out which medicine worked for me. It’s all a crapshoot, you know. Body and brain chemistry is so unique to each individual. I went through four medicines, each with its own two to three week adjustment period. One made me lose 11 more pounds in a week and a half and made me feel seriously insane. Trauma on trauma.

I spent four years healing from PTSD.
In July of 2012, I got married.
In January of 2013, I got off of medicine.
In September 2013, we moved to Greece.
In July of 2014, we moved back home.

Love, Lauren

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 Snowflakes are only truly healed by the Maker of snowflakes. Soul-healing is the best kind, though each of us would go for bodily healing, too, I’m sure.

What are some of the real heart issues we all need healing from?

Colossians 3 gives us a few clear directions:

  • Anger (maybe even my being just a bit irritated with the pushy healthy and holy folk)😄
  • Wrath
  • Malice
  • Blasphemy (against God and those made in His likeness)
  • Unforgiveness
  • Lying
  • Filthy communications, umm…think gossip included…
  • Sexual sins, body and mind

So what’s a gal to do?

“Put on, therefore, as the elect of God, holy and beloved…mercies, kindness,humbleness of mind, meekness, lonsuffering, forbearing one another, forgiving one another, if any have a quarrel against any: even as Christ forgave you, so also do ye. And above all things put on charity which is the bond of perfectness.”

I think we can all agree on this. So let’s put our focus here. Then we will be truly healthy and holy.