Bleary-eyed + begrudging, I start my workout. I try to quell my fear, praying to regain strength despite my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. But as f

“DON’T LICK THAT!” I shrieked in a strained, unfamiliar voice. My one-year-old daughter put the dirty spatula in her mouth anyway,...

My need for control reared it’s ugly head and I was swallowed with worry. But God, in his sovereign grace and kindness, carried me through.