He carries my burdens.

Narcolepsy is a burden just like my old maiden name was for so long. I have been married for almost two and a half years, and I just changed my last name from Burden (my maiden name) to Anderson (my married name). I majorly procrastinated on the arduous task of changing my name. I am […]

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Crying Abba Father.

Suffering and hope. Life and peace through the Spirit. Calling out Abba Father. No condemnation. Romans 8 is full of goodness. I was 15 when Romans 8 first captured and broke my hardened heart. It is now 10 years later, and the Lord is still using that chapter to call me home to Him. I’m

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Learning the path to love.

Humility. What a word. What a strange and rare and beautiful thing. The Lord started putting the word humility on my heart this past Sunday morning. I have been reading A Loving Life by Paul Miller slowly for the past few months. This Sunday morning, I decided I’d better continue on my journey in the

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I have a disability.

When I am honest with myself and slow down, I realize that I have a disability. Narcolepsy, jaw pain, and Raynaud’s disease limit my ability to cope with life everyday. Without medication, I cannot drive. With medication, I still have to be very careful and aware of my narcolepsy symptoms. Going on long car rides

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“Rising” my voice.

I have loved the idea of being an advocate ever since I understood the meaning of the word. The thought of supporting those that cannot support themselves, creating practical and positive change, and shining light on issues that people are blind to inspires and motivates me. But advocacy can also seem vague, uncertain, and tiresome.

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