by Stacey Thureen | @StaceyThureen
It wasn’t the Sunday morning routine that I’m accustomed to. I wasn’t up at 7:30 a.m. to take my thyroid medication, shower, eat breakfast, and get our toddler ready and out the door for church. Nope, this Sunday was out of my routine; a different type of worship.
By 8 a.m. the buzzing of my alarm clock was motioned by the growling in my stomach. Liquid was already seeping through my adrenal glands, and it wasn’t because my husband and I were up at 1 a.m. and 4:50 a.m. due to our toddler’s teething. On this morning the butterflies in my stomach would need to be pushed aside by food to fuel the fire in my belly. To complete a goal I had set out for the year. Continue reading