Tag: agoraphobia
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The Unfolding
In November of 2022, my husband Les and I got to sit down with Meredith Foster from WBGL Christian radio to record an episode of “The Unfolding” – an on-going podcast with more than 150 episodes to date. (That’s Meredith with me in the photo above.) New editions of the show, usually released weekly, tell…
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In the Details
The past couple weeks have been a little rough. Nothing extraordinarily big has happened, but several things have made us grit our teeth and take more than a few deep breaths. Our daughter was in a car accident that totaled her car and caused her to break her hand. Our little boys have been in…
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Fog
We just got done spending a weekend in Galesburg (our hometown) visiting with family and spending some time with my mom. We’re on the road heading home now and it is very foggy. It’s the kind of fog that makes it hard to see the road signs, or even the road, at times. Not too…
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A year like no other
Photo above: Our family, Christmas Day 2022, Left to right, back row: me, our friend Ann, my brother-in-law Cary, our oldest son Grant and his wife Taryn. Front row, left to right: son Kaleb, our daughter Sarah holding our son Bentley, son Xavier, Les and Grant and Taryn’s dog Chico. With the end of the…
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What’s with the stones?
In the outside pocket of my red backpack is a small collection of stones. They aren’t there to make the bag heavier in an attempt to get in some strength training (although that wouldn’t be a terrible idea). I carry them with me as sort of a memorial of the things God has done and…
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Tough Decisions
As I mentioned in my last post, 1993 was a life-changing year, and it mostly changed for the worse. I had begun having panic attacks and severe anxiety. I felt disconnected and depressed. And I was pregnant with my second child. My world was shrinking with what I later learned was agoraphobia. I was physically…
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Life begins to turn…upside down
The year 1993 started out like most years. Les and I had been married about 2½ years and our son Grant was almost ½. I was working for a department store and Les was working at Southern Illinois University. We rang in the new year like most young families, I suppose. We didn’t know a…
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God is in This Story
I remember the first time I realized God is real. I’m not sure how old I was – probably around 8 or 9 – but I remember it was a beautiful day and I was playing on the sidewalk in front of my house. I looked up to the blue sky as I breathed in…
God is in This Story 