The Christian Zebra

       I've come to realize faith is extremely important when it comes to thriving in life. It's taken a very long time for me to really understand what that means. My faith is constantly being tested. I have bad days, as I'm sure every one else does too. Many nights my joints are sliding around as I move in my sleep waking me up. If it's not my shoulder, hip, back, or knee, I'm having muscle spasms/jumps (I call it restless body lol). I take medication to help but, most nights it doesn't seem to help. The next day I'm usually very sore and have no motivation.     During those nights it's hard to focus on God and remember to have faith. I can remind myself all day every day, but when I'm woken up with pain I'm not focused. In those moments I wonder why I have to live this way? Did I do something to cause this? Will my symptoms get worse as I get older?     When I catch myself asking these questions while awake and alert I would push t

    I started this blog because I felt led by God to do so. I have heard his voice telling me to share my story for a long time. I explained in my last post that even though i have heard God speak to me,  I haven't always listened. I have been trying to obey Him better.      After I quit working in daycare I put off seeing a Dr right a way, like I should have done. What actually happened was in March of 2018 I left the house to go get groceries and supper for that night. At this point you should know we live in a rural area. My son was 4 at the time asked to go with me, I thought it would be great to spend some one on one time together. I put him in the front seat in his booster seat, I knew better, we weren't going too far and I was creating a memory. As we're getting close to the end of our road I see my son playing with his seat belt, pulling his shoulder and lap belts out loose. I tell him he knows he must keep his seatbelt correct or I'll pull over and move him to

    I'll start by telling a little of my child hood. When I was very young, too young to remember, my brother was diagnosed with hyper mobile Ehlers Danlos after having surgery for an injury in gym class. Shortly after that, I believe, was my first shoulder dislocation. I have had wide spread pain in my joints and muscles for as long as i can remember. I was constantly terrified I was going to die for several years of elementary because I had terribly sharp pains in the middle of my chest. After running every test they could think of i was diagnosed with costochondritis, inflamation in the joints of my chest!     My mom was a great advocate for me. No one else seemed to understand, even family members living with this same condition. I've been accused of making up my pain, faking, over exaggerating, etc. There were times mom would doubt me too because it was so much and all the time. Although she and my siblings were all diagnosed my pain seemed to be worse. Eventually i would