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Bring Them.

blue and orange water drop with text "bring them. Summer Kinard. Of Such is the Kingdom: A Practical Theology of Disability"
October 2019 with Ancient Faith Publishing.

When I read the story of the disciples shooing off the parents who were trying to bring their children to Jesus, I’m struck with a quandary. Why would they think Jesus wouldn’t want to bless the children? Were they not paying attention when He talked about humility? Were they afraid that He would be embarrassed to associate with grubby little kids?

There are so many words I could say to describe my book, but the two you need to know first are these: bring them. 

Whether you have to prepare, shield, wheel, guide, or carry your family member with a disability to the church, bring them. If you are a church member, go get these families with disabilities who are missing from your church services. Seek them out and make the way for them to come. If you have experienced the love of God in the Church so far without everybody present, you can’t even imagine the abundance of joy that awaits us when we’re all together.

It might not be easy. It might look weird. Well-meaning disciples might shoo you off at first. But bring them. Our Lord loves you and your family. The Church loves and needs you, and you need the Church.

Bring them.

Look for my book, Of Such is the Kingdom: A Practical Theology of Disability, in the Ancient Faith Christmas catalog. Of Such is the Kingdom releases October 2019 with Ancient Faith Publishing. Follow my main site, Summer Kinard, for news, including a cover reveal, free printable resources, and giveaways as the book launch day approaches.

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Rend Your Hearts and Not Your Intestines


I remember blinking into the bright window at the allergist’s office as he handed over the prescription for my Epi-pens. “Anaphylaxis is a train leaving the station. We have to catch it before it gets going,” he said. I had gone to him after my throat started swelling closed on an ordinary morning. I thought maybe I had developed a peanut allergy because of how dull my breakfast had been: toast with butter and strawberry jam, tea with sugar and milk, and a bite of the peanut butter Lara bar my son handed me. But the allergist was holding a readout with a very strange set of answers. I was allergic to wheat.

The first thing I thought about when I got home was how I was going to commune at church. I inquired of the Lord and immediately heard a word of comfort: Man does not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God. 

I was going to have to overhaul all of my habits and diet and, when the sensitivity got too strong later, my family’s diets. But at least I knew that I was not saying goodbye to God when I said goodbye to bread.

After months of trying to manage with Benadryl and near misses on throat swelling, my priest and I found a way for me to receive communion that allows me to participate in God and stay alive. I have to come to the chalice like one severely ill and have the wine-dipped spoon just touch my lips.

I find it humbling in a good way to come to the hospital for souls and receive communion like someone in the hospital for bodies. In fact, the differences forced on me by food allergies do not cause any spiritual obstacles to me at all. They are a gift, reminding me of the deep love of God who made me and has arranged the challenges and gifts of my life for our salvation.

But there are also external challenges from people who have a hard time believing that food allergies are a big deal. Here are the most common misconceptions and how I’ve navigated them prayerfully through the tradition.

Either God Or Bread–Oops! Casual Heresy

  • The most basic push back when I tell people I cannot eat bread, including the Holy Gifts, is that I am wrong. The Holy Gifts, according to this logic, are either bread and wine OR the Body and Blood of Christ; I cannot have it both ways.
  • #nope: Time warp with me back to St. Irenaeus (or even St. Paul, but Irenaeus is clearer). The gifts of God are given by Him, and we offer them back to Him, and we see that this means that the material world is good. With me? The reason that matters is because…
  • There is no either/or when God comes to us. Our Lord was both fully man and fully God, and the Holy Gifts are both fully God and fully bread. 

***Take-away: You can be allergic to bread without being allergic to God.***

“Marytrdom” and the St. Polycarp Side-eye

  • “Eating blessed bread or Holy Gifts in the Liturgy when you have celiac/allergy can be thought of as a form of martyrdom.”
    • Teensy bit of medical info before the theological importance: Celiac damage is cumulative, so the idea that no harm is done is, well, false. Allergies to wine or wheat have more immediate consequences. All of them cause harm when a person with the condition is exposed to the allergen/gluten.
  • #nope: Time warp back to St. Polycarp. Yes, the beloved and aged bishop who, once he was finally caught, denounced an entire coliseum of Romans as “athiests.” Let’s look at his story and see how many times he deliberately turned himself in for martyrdom. That would be none. And in fact, in the prelude to his martyrdom, we find an illustrative story about how people who zealously went forward to prove themselves by trying to become martyrs wound up chickening out and renouncing the faith when it came to it.
  • Martyrdom is not self-harm. Martyrdom is witness to the truth of the Incarnation and Resurrection. Self-harm undermines witness.
    • Hey, Ms. Early Church Examples Person, what about Ignatius of Antioch, who told people not to rescue him from martyrdom? 1)He was already captured when he wrote his letters, and he wanted his flocks to understand their role in bearing witness with him. 2)He was going to offer himself in language remniscent of the Eucharistic offering in order to bear witness to the Resurrection, not intentionally off himself by eating poisons.

***Take-away: Hurting yourself is not martyrdom. It actually diminishes witness.***

Just Believe the Anaphylaxis Away

  • If you have faith, God won’t let you be hurt by Holy Communion.
  • #nope: Time warp back to our Lord in His 40 day temptation. Yes, that temptation, the model for our own fasting. What did He say about just having faith and doing something you know is harmful? Do not put the Lord your God to the test.
    • Look, I’m an Orthodox Christian. Like most of you, I’ve seen miracles with my own eyes, besides reading about the multitude of miraculous stories in the lives of saints. I’ve even added my “amen” to the Church’s request for them, and seen the energies of God the Holy Spirit change things.
  • The miraculous is normal for us. But that does not mean that we know better than God. If we tell a member of Christ’s Body that they have to prove their faith by asking God to save them from an attempt at harming themselves, we are not being faithful to God. We are not encouraging the brother’s or sister’s faith. By telling other people that they will not be harmed if they do something they know is harmful, we are not showing faith at all. We are being self-centered and trying to comfort ourselves by endangering another. We are saying, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

***Take-away: Demanding that your brother or sister test God shows lack of faith, and it’s not faithful to God or neighbor.***

Allergy sufferers are not the only Orthodox Christians facing troubles with holy food. Medically fragile persons, persons with feeding tubes, persons with muscular issues, special needs, and mobility issues all might need modifications in how they celebrate with Orthodox cultural foods and, importantly, how they receive the Holy Gifts.

This blog category–Always Lent– is for those of us who, due to medical needs, cannot partake of many of the traditional foods of the Orthodox Church, and for their communities. Some of us cannot even share _in the usual way_ in the Holy Gifts. We are always fasting. It is always Lent for us.

As my husband likes to remind me, some were born eunuchs, and some were made eunuchs. Some were born fasting, and some learn to fast as a discipline.

We who have this gift of being born fasting have two needs that this blog will address: 1) To celebrate the spiritual richness that comes with limited diets. 2) To find ways to participate in the fellowship of the Church in a way that does not harm us. 

Follow this blog for modified recipes and reflections on life when it is Always Lent.

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Gluten-Free Vasilopita From GF Bread Mix

It’s St. Basil’s day here on the New Calendar, and thus begins the month of sharing Vasilopita with friends and family. Unless you’re allergic, in which case you will never, ever get the coin. *sad trombone music*

It’s blurry because of your tears.

Cheer up! Always Lent has your back. Today I’m sharing two Vasilopita recipes that you might be able to adapt for your allergy needs. (And if not, comment your restrictions. The team will try to find a recipe for you that works.) First up, bread Vasilopita.

There are two basic types of Vasilopita (Basil bread/cake) recipes: the cake version, and the bread version. Bread versions are similar in texture to a spiced brioche, and gluteny recipes run the gamut in complexity. If you’re gluten-free, you know that bread is tricky to make.

Enter the Glutino Favorite Sandwich Bread* mix and the King Arthur Gluten Free Bread & Pizza Crust Mix*. I spent a few hours this week testing and adapting these mixes into Vasilopitas. They both turned out great!


Most of the ingredients for egg free Vasilopita.

First up, the Glutino Favorite Sandwich Bread Mix, eggless version:

Because I have five children, I sometimes get distracted in the kitchen. On Friday, this happened in the best possible way. Short version of the story: I forgot to add the sugar and three eggs, and the recipe still came out well. It was a little dry, but you could serve it with a glaze on top. It was a good tea bread even without sugar.

Long version of the story: My son Basil who has autism has only recently started speaking in one and sometimes two-word sentences, after 8 months of early intervention. He walked up to me when I turned on my stand mixer with the bread hook to beat this dough. I lifted him and told him I was making Vasilopita. I started to walk away, when he pointed (! big deal for a child with autism!) and asked, “What is that thing?” (!!!) I took him to the mixer and said, “Mixer.” He repeated, “Mixer. Round and round,” while making a circular hand gesture (!!!!). Yes, the long version of the story is a miracle tale about the intercession of St. Basil for his little one when I started making Vasilopita. So, yes, this is kinda miraculous bread. 

This is the Vasilopita without eggs.

Here’s what I recommend to turn either of these bread mixes into Vasilopita:

  • Preheat oven according to the recipe for baking a regular 9″x5″ loaf.
  • Add to dry mix ~2 teaspoons mahleb, or to taste
  • Add to dry mix 1-1.5 teaspoons crushed mastic resin (the kind for cooking, not chewing gum)
  • Optional: add 1 teaspoon of almond extract or vanilla extract.
  • Add 5 tablespoons of a sugar of your choice (such as raw cane sugar or coconut sugar –NOT stevia/artificial sweeteners)
  • Grease a 9″ round cake pan well and line the bottom with parchment if you’d prefer (it comes out of the pan fine without the parchment, though)
  • After all ingredients are combined, mix in a stand mixer with dough hook for 3-5 minutes.
  • Add a coin that has been wrapped in aluminum foil, and stir it so you don’t know where it is in the dough.
  • Turn dough into pan and smooth it with a spoon. Spray top of dough with coconut oil or brush with butter/oil.
  • Leave it to rise in a warm spot for 40 minutes. (I leave mine on top of my preheating oven, because my kitchen is cold in the winter otherwise.) The dough is too spread out to rise much, due to the lack of gluten. Let it be and ignore the descriptions on the box.
  • Do not beat down dough! You don’t want to lose any loft that it has acquired.
  • Place in the preheated oven and bake according to package instructions for the regular loaf size.
  • The Vasilopita will rise to a nice dome in the oven, though it seems not to rise much beforehand.
  • Optional: sprinkle with powdered sugar, and write the year on the top with almonds or sunflower seeds.

I know for sure that the Glutino mix works with or without the eggs, provided you beat the dough a little longer to activate the gums in the mix. I have not tested the King Arthur mix without the eggs, but they were almost identical in ingredients and instructions. The recipes can also be made dairy free by following instructions on the package. I tested the recipes with milk and butter.

If you do not have mahleb or mastika, substitute: 1/4 teaspoon cardamom, 2 teaspoons vanilla extract, 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger. If you are not allergic to nuts, the closest taste to mahleb is 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract and 1 teaspoon of almond extract. I like cardamom, so I add it on top of the traditional spices as well.


I tried baking the date on with sunflower seeds, but I wound up covering it later. Best to decorate after baking.

This is a BASIC recipe. Lots of people enjoy spicing their Vasilopita a bit more, with orange peel, cinnamon, more almond extract, and so on. The final result is like the dry part of a cinnamon roll (if you can remember what those were like). I like to make a simple glaze of 1 cup powdered sugar, 2 tablespoons maple syrup, and a little (1-2 tablespoons) boiling water from my tea kettle, and pour it over the top to harden before the powdered sugar. It makes the overall effect a little sweeter for the children, and it turns the bread into more of a coffee cake for our teatime.

I did NOT get the coin. This is the version with eggs and a maple glaze.

If you need more protein in your bread but you can’t eat nuts (the cake recipe I’m posting next is almond based), another option is to add an additional egg, a few tablespoons ground flax seeds, peanut butter powder (allergy-dependent), a few tablespoons poppy seeds, or a few tablespoons of pre-soaked chia seeds (allergy-dependent, and will be visible). OR if you can eat eggs, turn your slice into French toast.

The Second Recipe is for a Cake Version of Gluten Free Vasilopita. You can find it HERE on my other blog, Tea & Crumples.

Joyous Feast!

*The links to the bread mixes on Amazon are Affiliate links. If you shop through them, I will receive a small commission, though the prices will be the same for you. I use any Affiliate income to pay for the cost of blog space so it doesn’t have to come out of my family’s budget.*

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A Lot Like Love: Mental Illness and Fasting

Today’s guest post comes to us from a mother called Barbara who prefers not to share her personal information for privacy’s sake. She shares her story here in hopes of encouraging other families who face a very different sort of fasting season.



It was in the late winter of Sarah’s junior year in college when she told me that she needed to come home. She was very sick, she said. She had lost too much weight. She thought maybe she had anorexia. She wasn’t sure. She was only sure that she wasn’t going to survive if she stayed at school.

When she got home, I was shocked at the way she looked. Gaunt doesn’t even begin to describe it. Sarah had always been thin. She was an athlete. But when she came home, she wasn’t just thin. Her muscles were gone. She had no fat anywhere on her body. Just skin pulled tight over her bones.

And she knew that she looked like someone who was dying. She thought that, perhaps, she was dying. But she didn’t want to die. So we found a therapist and a physician who specialized in working with young women with eating disorders.

The therapist said that, even though Sarah met the clinical criteria for anorexia nervosa, she didn’t think that’s what was causing the disordered eating. Instead, she had obsessive compulsive disorder. Her mind had created ever more elaborate rules about what she could eat, and when, and under what circumstances. And if she couldn’t eat “right,” then she couldn’t eat.

That was good news; the therapist treated someone with an OCD-related eating disorder once or twice a year. The odds of a complete recovery were much better. But there were no hospital-based programs that were appropriate for someone like her. And she was in such dire shape that a hospital might have been the best place for her. There, if her heart or her liver failed, she’d be exactly where she needed to be for emergency intervention. But Sarah would have to fight this thing as an outpatient, living at home.

When treatment began, the OCD controlled everything she put in her mouth. To survive, she had to wrest control back from the disorder. She had to be in charge of what she ate, and when. She had to fight the rules that OCD had created, and she had to win, if she was going to survive.

And her therapist and her physician were both very clear: she might not survive.

She had to eat enough calories every day to keep her brain working and keep her body from shutting down. Even if she survived, she was already at risk of permanent organ damage. Her body had already broken down all of her fat and most of her muscles. Her heartbeat was irregular. Her skin was dry. She was growing a downy fuzz over her body. She was cold all the time. She couldn’t stay warm; staying warm requires calories, and there weren’t enough calories available to keep her warm. She was easily confused, because thinking requires calories, and there weren’t enough calories available for her to think.

She saw her physician every week, and her therapist two or three times a week. And most nights, after she had gone to bed, after I was sure she was asleep, I checked on her to make sure she was still breathing. I had to be sure she was still alive.

Over the first few weeks of therapy, it became clear that my Sarah’s OCD had taken her regular Wednesday and Friday fasts, and the patterns for healthy eating that she tried to follow, and had twisted them all into something ugly and dangerous.

If she was going to survive, her therapist emphasized, she had to control what she ate. She had to starve the rules the OCD had created. She had to weaken them, fight them, destroy them before they destroyed her.

At some point during that conversation, I broke down in tears. I told her that I had to keep my child alive. She responded bluntly: “That’s not your job any more.” It was Sarah’s job. It was Sarah’s fight. Nobody could do it for her.

And if I tried to fight the rules for her, it would make the recovery longer and harder.

“But she might die,” I said.

“Yes. She might.” But if she was going to survive, Sarah had to win.

That didn’t mean that there was nothing that Sarah’s father and I could do. In fact, there was one thing we had to do. We had to avoid giving aid and comfort to the enemy. We had to avoid feeding the rules, too.

That meant that our house had to be free of rules related to food. Until she defeated the rules, there could be no breakfast foods at our house, and no dinner foods. There was just food. We couldn’t suggest that tomato sauce would go well with pasta, or that curry should be served with rice. We could eat it that way, if we wanted to. But not because it was supposed to be that way. There was no supposed to. There was no should.

And there was no fasting.

The physician and the therapist both told us that fasting would endanger her life. Not just her fasting. Our fasting, too. Because our fasting would feed the OCD rules that were binding her.

We had to starve the rules. So we didn’t fast.

On Wednesdays and Fridays, that wasn’t so hard. But Great Lent was approaching quickly.

We talked to our priest, told him what Sarah’s care team had told us. We told him that our fast that year was apparently to eat without rules. To eat without regard for the day or the time. To eat in a way that would save our daughter’s life.

I can’t say for sure that our priest understood. I honestly don’t remember that conversation now. I know we had it. But memory is a funny thing, when your child is mortally ill. There are some memories that are crystallized, frozen in time, and you can go back and replay them over and over, in excruciating detail. You can see the colors, the play of light and shadows in the room, hear the sounds around you. And some memories seem to vanish in the mist.

But the long and the short of that conversation was that, whether he understood or not, we had a blessing to do what we had to do for Sarah.

And that was the most difficult fast I have ever experienced. If you think that giving up meat for Lent is hard, you’ve never been told you have to eat meat to keep your child alive.

Sarah saw her physician at least once a week, and her therapist twice. At first, she wasn’t allowed to drive, because of the risk of fainting or seizures from starvation. My employer granted me a flexible schedule for the duration, and I drove her to appointments three or four days a week.

And I said nothing, not a word, about what she ate or didn’t ate, or when. My husband and I had odd meals at odd times. We snacked when we got home from work. We had a late supper of bacon and eggs. We made grilled cheese sandwiches for breakfast.

And Sarah could eat with us, or not. It was up to her.

Sometimes she would scream at us, ear-shattering, heart-rending screams, because we weren’t following her rules. Sometimes she would tell us that we were trying to kill her, because if we didn’t follow her rules, she wouldn’t be able to eat, and if she didn’t eat, she would die.

The rules knew. The rules understood that, by ignoring them, we were making them weaker. And they fought. Oh, how they fought.

And sometimes, I would lay in my husband’s arms at night, and cry.

But Sarah stopped losing weight. And by Pascha, she had gained a few ounces.

She was learning how to feed herself again.

And I was learning, too. I was learning that sometimes the fast we’re called to doesn’t have anything to do with what we eat or don’t eat. In Isaiah 58, we hear this:

Is not this the fast that I choose:
to loose the bonds of wickedness,
to undo the thongs of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?

That year, my husband and I chose a fast that would break the yoke that bound our daughter. We chose a fast that would help free her from oppression. We chose a fast that didn’t look much like fasting.

But it was a fast that looked a lot like love.

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Guest Post: Alana’s Fast


What does a fasting season menu look like for people with food allergies? We all have different needs, but from time to time, we will share what works for some of us. May these posts encourage you in your journey and to give glory to God in all things!

Today’s post is from Alana Sheldahl, who shared her soup recipe with us earlier this week. You can find Alana at her blog, Morning Coffee.


My Lent with Food Allergies and Health Problems

Man does not live by bread alone…”–Jesus Christ, spoken in rebuke to Satan who was attempting to tempt him to passion.

I am not a well person, and when I am feeling well or doing well, it is in part because I am taking very very VERY careful care of my nutrition.  I have multiple food allergies, fibromyalgia and autoimmune thyroid disease and reactive hypoglycemia.  These conditions are being treated and managed and part of that treatment is through nutrition. In addition to all of this, I am in recovery for disordered eating.  As such, traditional Orthodox fasting has, in the past, put me in a place of greater ill health, and has gotten me in trouble with compulsive over-eating as well:  All my binge foods are lenten!

I realize that anything I share is not going to universally apply to ANYONE else, unless you also happen to be allergic to dairy, peanuts, tree nuts, sunflower seeds, shrimp and chocolate, or must be gluten free for health reasons (doctor’s orders!), or you ALSO must avoid all sugars and baked goods for health and eating disorder purposes.  But with such a long list of food restrictions, I hope I have some relevant things to share with others and hopefully some encouragement to offer those in similar circumstances along the way.

Let me start by sharing how I fast.  Since I am ‘always fasting’, I do modify my fast that goes with the Church calendar.

There are other health issues in our family (young adult people with autism spectrum issues, hypoglycemia, anxiety and a husband with terminal cancer) and so we do what we can to keep ourselves stable and able.

Furthermore, allow me to state up-front that because of my eating disorder recovery, I do weigh and measure all my food and share daily my intake with my 12 step sponsor.  But that’s my asceticism, and yes, I do this even on Pascha or the Nativity Feast…no days off from abstinence or avoiding my trigger foods, even if they are wildly popular for feasting purposes.  There are also no days off from avoiding the foods I am allergic to.  I have epi-pens.  I never want to use them.  

So at our house, we ratchet the fast down to not eating red meat…along with the other things we must avoid.  And I also will mostly forego the sheep’s milk cheeses I am not allergic to.  About once or twice during a long fast I find myself getting run down and I do need to have a beef meal.  But I do it prayerfully and carefully and unapologetically.

The only bread I ever consume is the Eucharist.  I don’t take antidoron or Lytia bread ever at all.  No Koliva because it contains wheat and sugar (and often nuts). No exceptions.

When I was first Orthodox, and learning the fasting routine in a parish that was 100% converts where there were no babushkas or yia yias to feed us and show us how it was done in the old country, I did it ALL WRONG. I ate SO much bread.  All the bread.  I binged on bread.  It is, after all, lenten. Lenten cake, cookies, cinnamon rolls…all of it went into my body, much to my detriment. And Oreos and Frito Pie…ridiculous.  One cannot eat that way half the days of the year and stay healthy.

There was one Pascha where I had to wear a maternity top because I was so bloated and distended.  I was not pregnant.  I thank God for my health care provider who set me in the right direction!!!  I used to think that there was no way I could follow the fasting rules and not gain weight, but now I see that much of my problem was in the types of foods I was choosing, and the quantities I was eating.  As it is, I do not perfectly or strictly follow the fasting rules, but I am doing as much as I can, and am the better for it.

Nowadays, I try to more closely  follow the whole fast at least two meals per day, and then have some poultry or fish for that last meal.  I think in terms of “one meal at a time”, and I do what I can.  For myself personally I have a measured portion of carb food (grains or starchy food like sweet potato) at breakfast and at dinner, but all other meals and snacks are grain free.

A common breakfast is half a cup of dry oats, w/ 2 T. hemp seeds and half of a T. of coconut oil, for instance.  Lunch usually looks like veg plus protein:  steamed broccoli and  can of tuna is a common choice.  Dinner often finds us eating beans and rice, with a side salad.

So, strictly lenten pantry items that can help keep a nutritious fast, which Ihappen to not be allergic to:  

Hemp hearts-I find these at costco and they are wonderful for adding protein to one’s whole grain breakfast cereal, or fruit.

Gerbs Pumpkin seeds (Amazon)

Gluten free Rolled Oats or Steel Cut Oats (Amazon)

Canned Coconut Milk-excellent for creamed soups. (Trader Joe’s or Amazon)

Lower calorie boxed unsweetened coconut milk (most any grocer)

Unsweetened Flax milk (good luck finding this, but it’s nutritional variety)

Vanilla Vega One Protein and Greens vegan shake mix.  (Amazon or Costco)

All fruits and vegetables…seriously.  (any grocer)


Black beans

Navy beans

Garbanzo beans



Nutritional yeast flakes (so good!) (Amazon, I like Now brand).

Organic Cornmeal for polenta

Coconut oil. All the coconut oil. (Costco prices are nice.)

Spectrum butter flavored palm oil shortening  (Whole Foods, Meijer)


Truvia (yes, I’ve done my homework, it is acceptable to me, YMMV)

Guilty pleasure:  Smart Balance margarine (it has canola…hence the guilt). (any grocer)

Lemon Juice

Curry Powder (must have), chili, cumin, cinnamon…all the herbs and spices, yes please!

Tomato sauce (check for sugar!)

So that’s my list.  Any of the starchy foods I have to limit in quantity and frequency so as not to feel ill.  In addition to this you will find chicken, canned tuna and fish patties and ground turkey on my table during the fasts…because we are run down, stressed, deathly ill or chronically ill, and it’s the best we can do. What you will not find on my plate:  bread, anything I am allergic to, any baked goods, sweets or pastries, or anything with sugar or fried foods.
Glory to God for all things, even food allergies, which teach me abstinence and help me to stay humble.  


Thank you, Alana!