Christmas Miracle *And Disaster*
It's hard to see the miracle in the mess. I've been praying for this for years. I just didn't expect it to turn out like this!
I need to update you on my life. I want to give you a glimpse as to why it's been a little quieter around here.
As the saying goes, when it rains, it pours.
While my old patterns like to keep me victim to this mindset, my new pattern is to remind you that there are many miracles within the downpour, and I want to recount those more than I want to continue pouting.
That is why I'm celebrating the fact that WE FOUND THE MOLD!
What I thought was our washing machine turned into something much worse.
A TIMELINE OF OUR MOLD JOURNEY:
In an attempt to keep this short, let me outline the reason this is so exciting:
Eight years ago this January, I suddenly fell ill.
That illness expanded to months of questions, potential diagnosis, gaining weight at an alarming rate, and mass amounts of fatigue.
It also led to me quitting health a few years later, determining none of it worked.
Ironically, it also led me to question health in general, determining there had to be a better way.
Here, I found the body is not against you, but it's for you. This became the birthplace of The Living Well.
It also led us to start examining my illness as more than a problem of my body and more of an issue of my environment.
That's when I found out I had mold illness (amongst other things, but the mold was really perpetrating everything else).
We searched for said mold, which turned into its own nightmare.
After numerous searches inside our house by endless people, we came across what we thought was the source - our washing machine.
We threw out almost our entire wardrobe and nearly every other fabric in our house, which helped, but not entirely.
What started out as relief to finally be through this disaster slowly turned into questioning. I still questioned if there was more mold.
That brings me to this month when we found the mold.
It happened thanks in part to my daughter, who decided to climb our closet shelving (which is against our master bathroom) in search of Christmas presents.
She found the presents, but in the process, she pulled our entire shelving unit out of the wall.
I really can't make this up.
Besides being highly irritated, we didn't think much of the holes in the wall. We decided to patch them up when we had time later this month. Until my health took a turn, and naturally, I started to question mold.
My poor husband, who was already annoyed about the closet situation, is far more irritated with my incessant need to question mold in our home. He's put up with a lot in the last eight years. But because the holes already existed, he gave in to my crazy and cut a larger hole in our closet to look behind our master shower.
And that's when we found it—the ultimate source of mold in our home.
Needless to say, this turned our home upside down, for good and bad.
I've spent my fair share of tears over the situation. Yet I was convicted; THIS IS WHAT I PRAYED SO HARD FOR.
It just didn't look how I thought it would or should. And because of that, I almost missed the miracle.
I'm so quick to fixate on the bad:
The cost I wasn't expecting.
The fact that insurance isn't going to cover a thing.
Another project right before Christmas.
Instead of rejoicing in the miracle!
The miracle that this nightmare is over. Our home can finally become a safe space to heal. My husband can regain his sanity because I won't question this problem daily. And I can rest easy knowing that I wasn't crazy all along.
Bringing me to some lessons I've learned this month:
01: Don't miss the miracle because it didn't happen as you expected.
02: Bad things can turn into the best things.
**Advice from my daughter as she worked to get out of the consequence she had from tearing down the shelving in our wall.
If I hadn't gotten sick in the first place, I would never have quit health, which led me to find it a creating space for this community.
If my daughter hadn't climbed our shelving unit and ripped it out of the wall, we probably wouldn't have found the mold, at least not for some time.
03: Focus on supporting your body, not fixing it.
The first years of living with my illness, I just wanted it fixed. I jumped from medication to supplement protocol, expecting I would magically heal. But when I quit health and started to learn how the body actually works, I understood things differently.
It was never about fixing my body but supporting it. The more I supported it, the healthier it would become.
I think this alone is what helped me heal even while living (and sleeping) with the thing that was hurting me. Even though I still felt lingering symptoms, my body had done a great job making up ground. And now that it's out of our home, it's making massive strides.
Healing happens faster when you learn to support it.
Because I had spent so much time supporting my body, it expedited the healing.
Health is how you support your body. That is different than fixing or changing it.
Ironically, I already had plans, come January, to dive hard into learning how to support your body through a new podcast series dedicated to building a thriving metabolism.
Stay tuned for that.
Let’s talk resolutions!
In the meantime, we still have to talk about resolutions.
Make sure you check out parts one and two of the three-part series.
Next week, I'll recount this as you plan for the New Year! Plus, I'll share my resolutions!
For now, I'm headed back to do more laundry.
As for now, let this be your reminder. Don't miss the miracle, even if it looks like a mess.
I hope you have the Merriest Christmas yet!