As I said in the beginning of this series, I have no nice little bow to tie this up with. I wish I did - I wish I had answers, for my sake and that of my family. It would be so nice to know what to expect, what to plan on. It would be nice too for a reader, like you, to see how God carried things to completion in a well-written ending.

But the truth is, He isn’t done writing the story.

The last year+ has felt like a stripping of many things. Freedoms, in the world outside our door; plans, as Josh and I have made plans and watched them be thwarted time after time; foods, we make significant changes and rework our diet. I get exhausted mentally from adjusting and readjusting, researching, planning, budgeting, fighting fear. I get exhausted physically from fighting this disease and keeping up with littles.

There are so many questions; you may have wondered them too. How will we care for more children, with me being sick? What if I’m not healed of Lyme? How will we raise and earn enough money to adopt? When will we adopt? What if we face another medical emergency? When will we be able to have a larger home? What if He doesn’t give us the many children we have hoped and prayed for?

If we were talking in my living room, I’d open my Bible for you and tell you two things:

1) I don’t know!
2) But: “…we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28).

God has seen fit to allow our family these hardships. They could have been a lot worse. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, if it will be easier or if it will be harder. But I do know that my husband and I love the Lord with all of our hearts, and He is working all things in our lives for good. He determines what is “good” - not me. (Hallelujah, because I’d make a terrible god!) I can trust Him with all of these things, and with whatever is to come.

Would I have asked Him for all of these hardships? I can’t say that I would. Yet at the same time, I wouldn’t change it because He has grown my faith immensely through the struggles. Walking through challenge after challenge is very sanctifying if we allow it to be. If we press into Scripture amidst trials, He will shape us to be more like Himself. There are lessons from the last year that I wish I’d learned sooner, and others that I wish I knew better. But I am thankful for the growth He has given me.

We are still walking forward with adoption, and He will show us how it all will look. We know He has called us to it. We’re taking days one at a time, doing what we can, and working to leave our worries at the door. He can handle them.

We are doing the same with Lyme, treating it as best we can and praying that He heals me. He has sustained me thus far, and He is capable of continuing to do so.

These posts may have made it seem like our family’s life is one big rollercoaster ride, and it kind of is. But it’s also very full of the mundane. Josh goes to work, I homeschool the kids and get meals on the table, we play in the yard and go for walks. We read Scripture and sing and wash dishes and play a million games of Connect4. There are fights and squabbles, and daily discipleship as we teach our children (and remind ourselves) how to become Godly adults. There’s joy, forgiveness, peace and contentment. He is a giver of good gifts.

So we wait, and we learn to trust better. We know that someday, in Heaven, life’s pieces will all make sense. It’s that analogy of a beautiful tapestry - He sees the front, the glorious picture; we see jumbled, messy threads in the back. For now, we rest in the fact that He knows what He’s doing and He cares for us.

“Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world. But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you. To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen.”
1 Peter 5:6-11, emphasis mine

I pray that through this series of posts, you are able to see this reality I mentioned at the start:

Pain is not bad, and God is always trustworthy.

He never leaves us in the pain, He uses it for our good. He knows and He knows what is best.

And though this completes this particular group of blog posts, it is all to be continued…because God is not done. :)

Thank you for reading along. May He receive glory!

Read all the segments:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Not again… my heart raced as I braced myself on the counter. I wiggled my hand, pinched it, flexed it. Still there…but not…

I called my husband over to check my face. Does one side look off? It doesn’t feel right. Ask me to say ‘tennis ball!’

All normal, at least on the outside.

The vision returned and the migraine came in full force. Just finish the pizza, thank the neighbor for the eggs. Then sit in the dark on the couch.

A couple days later I talked with my doctor on the phone.

What is the cause of this? It wasn’t a stroke – what was it?

“Cut gluten completely, and immediately.”

Are you serious? Gluten can do this?

“It’s inflaming your brain; cut it from your diet and we will go from there.”

I did, and the healing began. After a week or so without any trace of gluten, I was feeling amazingly better. My husband worked on finishing up the glutenous foods and the kids and I adjusted our diets. No more tummy aches, no more pain in my oldest’s knee. It was fantastic.

I adjusted my baking routine; I had begun selling baked goods, planning to continue as a means of fundraising for our adoption. I found that there’s a significant gluten-free crowd, so I started catering to them.

Not long after that I had blood work done that revealed more: leaky gut, intolerances to gluten, dairy, eggs, and a handful of other random foods.

Great. How will I do this? Now I’m basically a gluten-free, meat-eating vegan? HA!

My mind bounced between determination and defeat.

How would I keep baking to sell? I could keep up with the gluten free goods, since the rest of my family could still eat them. Batches had to be dual-purpose: keep some for my family, make extra to sell. I could make smaller batches of things for myself. Problem solved…once I could get the hang of it.

Wait, what is this? My left side…again…no…

It had been over two months since making huge diet changes. Two months without any gluten, which I now knew inflamed my brain. Yet there I was, symptoms showing up again. They were a fraction of what they used to be, but they were back.

I panicked.

Is it MS? Is it Lyme? What is wrong with me?!

Year after year I was told it was all in my head. All these random symptoms - they didn’t make sense, so it must just be in my head. Or if that wasn’t satisfactory – anxiety. Surely anxiety.

I searched and searched, read and read. Cried and fought fear, again.

Fatigue. Brain fog. I assumed these were part of motherhood – but I was sleeping enough. Why was I still waking up exhausted? Why could I not formulate the words I wanted to say, when they were right there? Why couldn’t I think of things, or do something without being distracted? Come to think of it, these issues were around long before my kids were.

Heart palpitations. Joint pain. Neck pain. Migraines. Shortness of breath. Surely, anxiety. Yet why did my wrist seize up when I tightened the carseat strap? Why could I walk miles one day, and the next get winded carrying laundry up the stairs? Why, in high school, could I track with all that my coaches asked and then later look like I had no idea what I was doing? Surely, anxiety?

I walked into my doctor’s office and told her to prove me wrong.

“It’s Lyme,” I said. “It all makes sense.”

It’s Lyme, she was certain. She’d seen enough of this to recognize it. We did a blood test, she prescribed me an intense medication, and we talked about getting my life back.

How did I get here?

I went out to the car and sat, relieved to have a prospective answer. Relieved yet terrified. People die of this.

My husband found out he had a week off of work after being exposed to covid. I filled the prescription, fully intending to start while he was home and I’d have help.

I couldn’t do it.

The test results took longer than expected. But Josh’s one week off turned into two and I thanked God. It had become a sweet time together, and we got into a rhythm. Finally the results came – CDC negative, but based on bands in my blood it was very positive. Go figure.

Now, surely anxiety.

I cut the tablet into four and took one piece before I could talk myself out of it.

I thought back over the last few months. I had prayed in desperation for a doctor who would be able to hear me out and provide help. He answered that prayer, and He orchestrated the order of events in just the right way. This particular doctor is a Lyme specialist, which I initially shrugged at - but He knew. We got my diet under control, allowing my body to start healing. And He allowed me to have a solid month+ of that before uncovering the Lyme disease I’ve had for over a decade.

All the pieces started to come together, and so did the questions.

Where does this leave us with adoption? My diet is even more restricted on this medication, I can’t even touch some of the baking ingredients now - how can I fundraise? Can I even fundraise at all if I’m on the couch, killing this bacteria? How will we be able to get through my treatment? It’s supposed to take a year or two…or more…Lord, please let it be effective. Please, please heal me.

…to be continued, once more…

Let Me Tell You a Story - Part 5

Let Me Tell You a Story - Part 4