A few months into the arrival of our 3rd living baby and I feel more desperate than I ever have in my entire life. The finicky sleep, round the clock nursing, and abundant needs abound, constantly. You know that wilted clock painting by the painter Salvador Dali? It feels like the margins of my life; … More the gift of dependency
As a skin pathologist, much of my time is actually spent looking at the “holes” my diagnosis. The most crucial point in my review of a case is often the first 10 seconds when I ask myself 3 important questions: “what is this,” “what else could this be,” and “what am I missing.” “What am … More Beyond Uncertainty
I am not a theologian. I am a desperate parent who loves Jesus and wants her children to know the freedom that is knowing and following Him. One of the most intimidating aspects of motherhood for me has been sharing my love for God and my honest walk of faith with my children… the good, … More Lent is for Everyone (even Littles), a Christ-centered devotional for Lent
There was a time in my 20s when convenience was more appealing to me than quality, when comfort superceded depth. But convenience almost always costs more in the long run; sometimes we find out after the fact that the total price we end up paying is one we were never willing to pay to begin … More Choose Courage. Repeat.
I used to be a morning person. Meal prepping, writing, and praying, even dancing and exercising, all before the sun comes up. But, with the recent birth of my second living child, M, (and 2 babies under 2 years old) my 6am is rapidly evolving into the most anxiety-provoking time of my day. At 6am, … More 6am
There was a season when I felt so unseen and crippled by grief that even sitting in the pews of the church was painful. The constant reminders of all that I had lost and my growing list of unresolved regrets was just too much. My husband and I would literally park in the church parking … More Coffee shop Church
I saw a physical therapist a few weeks ago for some increasing knee instability I’ve been having. I fumbled with my explanation to her: no, not pain. Instability. I was careful to emphasize that my knees felt perfectly normal on my runs, and the issue was specific to climbing and descending stairs. It took all … More Old Shoes, Open Hands
Hi, friends! Welcome to Miles of Courage. I am so glad that you are here! I’m Ifeoma (pronounced phonetically in English: ee-foam-ah). I am a Christian Nigerian-American physician living in the Mile High City of Denver, Colorado with my wonderful husband Tim and our beautiful one-year old daughter, Amelia. Skin pathology (dermatopathology) is my clinical … More Running the middle miles with courage
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