For the record, my website is not the only blog that I publish on!!

I wrote this article for the national cystic fibrosis blog, so you may have already read it.

But in any case, I wanted to share this blog post with you because it captures just how I feel about making new friends and letting them into my CF world!

Christmas time is just around the corner and despite the judgement from those who choose to wait until after Thanksgiving to put up their tree, I’ve already got mine up and am sitting here burning a Christmas candle…

It’s my absolute FAVORITE time of year and I want to enjoy it as long as I can. Christmas time brings me joy and this year, one of my spiritual words was joy. So I’m indulging in it.

But today, something else brought me that same joyous feeling and I just can’t help but brag on it.

It’s been a HOT minute since I’ve written a blog post, and to be honest with you, I’m struggling with confidence in my writing right now.

But to you, my lovely viewers, I feel like it’s my responsibility to let you in and let you know what’s been going on.

First of all, this summer was a straight-up HURRICANE in the best possible way!

The hubs and I traveled a lot, hung out with our favorite teenagers (we are youth pastors, incase you forgot), swam in a volcano in El Salvador, swam in the Pacific Ocean, and surfed…yes, you heard that right…SURFED in the Atlantic Ocean. So needless to say, my summer was not dull even for a moment and I embraced every single part of it with every ounce of energy my body could muster up.

But a few times throughout the summer, I had days where I just didn’t feel good. Like, literally just couldn’t find the energy some days…can you relate?

But, I’d get over it after a day or two of rest and then I’d pick myself up and keep on going.

And then the summer ended…

The definition of blessing that I choose to cling to when it comes to my cystic fibrosis is “a beneficial thing for which one is grateful; something that brings well-being.”

While most people on the outside looking in would consider me a martyr for thinking my potentially terminal disease is truly a blessing and chance for opportunity, my husband and family would tell you I am far from it.

Cystic fibrosis is one hundred percent a blessing. 

Throughout my adolescence, teen-hood, and now adult life, I have been given more opportunities and more opened doors than I can keep a record of. I have been given an incredible platform to advocate for something I love and am passionate about. Yes, you read that correctly. I love my cystic fibrosis.