Heather's Refinement Blog
By Heather Young
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I’m an obsessive reader and researcher, who can’t stop thinking about how we can do better, be healthier, savor this beautiful life, create and produce, and bring God more glory! Whether it’s the topic of vaccines, bringing up Godly kids, the way church is done, how to make a beautiful home, what Biblical femininity looks like, how to grow healthy food and make it taste wonderful, whether we should avoid the medical establishment, how to induce a love for learning in children, or whether our nation needs more liberty — it’s all up for discussion with me! I want to see our home overflowing with LIFE and an abundance of LOVE, and I want our children to be raised to think for themselves and rise up to their mighty calling from God!
||Clean10 Years After Loss. Ways God used the death of our daughter...for our good.||Ways God used the death of our daughter.... for our good||11/4/2018||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanHow we create a simple, productive little backyard raised-bed garden from seed... with NO pesticides, herbicides or chemical fertilizers!!||How we create a simple, productive little backyard raised-bed garden from seed... with no pesticides, herbicides or chemical fertilizers||7/24/2018||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanWhat Causes Allergies, and What We Can Do||In only the past two years — I can remember the exact day it began — I’ve developed Spring pollen and mold allergies. Like 40-60 million other Americans, I get the seasonal symptoms of itchy eyes and the sneezing and feeling like my lungs are irritated. And lately, I’ve been frustrated with this predicament and sort of dreading the return of sunny, humid weather because of it. Interestingly, two of my children began to struggle with Spring allergies only last year. The funny thing is, in the past five years, our family has eaten our healthiest with loads more vegetables than ever before, paying extra attention to our gut health, and and we’ve consumed far fewer pesticides or pharmaceuticals of any kind. And both of these children were fully breastfeed for at least a year each! What gives? As with everything, I want to know WHY. What on earth happened to me to cause my body to overreact to harmless particles in nature like tree pollen? What happened to everyone else struggling with it these days? I know that God has designed us to to be self-healing, self-balancing, that nothing about health is random — it’s cause and effect— and I also know that seasonal allergies didn’t exist before the 1800s. Actually, allergies in general didn’t exist before the 1800s, except for a few rare unnaturally strong reactions to insect stings (which cause an injection of poison into the body)— the concept was unheard of. In 1819 a doctor in London was struggling to find the words to describe this new phenomenon (there was no name for it!): “…A sensation of heat and fulness is experienced in the eyes…a general fulness is experienced in the head, and particularly about the forepart; to this succeeds irritation of the nose, producing sneezing…To the sneezing are added a farther sensation of tightness of the chest, and a difficulty of breathing…” 1 And ten years later, when he presented this to other physicians, he could only find 28 people suffering from this new thing: “One of the most remarkable circumstances respecting this complaint is its not having been noticed as a specific affection until within the last ten or twelve years…I have not met with anything that can be supposed to refer to it in any author, ancient or modern." Perhaps coincidentally, a new medical treatment had begun only years earlier with Edward Jenner in 1788, where doctors would cut a wound into people’s arms and then rub pus (from a horse or cow, along with contaminants of all kinds — syphilis and leprosy were often spread) into it— also known as smallpox vaccination. For those who survived this crude procedure and who didn’t succumb to actual smallpox itself, there were new symptoms of seasonal sniffles and breathing difficulty, and people were also suddenly developing full-body eczema, another brand new phenomenon. But what does vaccination have to do with allergies? The story continues with the Diphtheria antitoxin injection that began in the 1890s. This shot was typically created by culturing diphtheria in a horse, then bleeding the horse, filtering out the red blood cells, and injecting the resultant liquid into kids in hopes that they’d be protected from actual diphtheria infection. Perhaps it sounded like an excellent idea at the time when people were feeling desperate, except when you realize that back then, filtration and purification standards didn’t exist and the end product was inherently contaminated. By the mid-1890s, it was well known that injection with antitoxin could result in the potentially fatal illness called “serum sickness,” which would include a wide range of symptoms: fever, joint pain, rash, breathing difficulty, and shock. This was sudden man-made mass allergy. 2 Food Allergy BeginsIt was only in 1901 that anaph||3/26/2018||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanMy Vaccine Journey||From Unquestioning to Informed Skeptic||2/13/2018||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanMothering four little ones: Who am I?||Who Am I?||7/3/2017||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanMy journey to a Living Baby||“The LORD blessed the latter part of Job’s life more than the first.” (My whole story of Grace starts here, at The Beginning) When I came home from the hospital and began my mourning process after losing Grace, one of the first things I did was open my Bible. I wasn’t really looking for answers – I was looking for a familiar friend. God was there, and I needed him more than ever before in my life. I immediately went to the place I had left off the day before Grace died – Job 38. I cannot tell you how powerful it was to realize God had put me there, in that chapter, enduring sadness I’d never experienced before in my life. Because up until that chapter in the story, God had allowed Satan to take away everything Job had -- his source of income, his home, his health, but more importantly – he’d lost his 10 children. Satan had killed every last one of them. I connected with Job on a level I wish I didn’t. Up until that chapter in the story, God hadn’t shown up. And still, Job never rejected God. But in chapter 38, God spoke. I shivered. And it’s funny, when He finally spoke, God didn’t explain himself. He didn’t tell Job that Satan was the one causing him all of this pain. He didn’t tell Job that He was merely allowing Satan control in the situation. No, he just poetically tells Job about the details of his creation on earth – down to the goats and ostriches -- that He loves and cares for. And that love humbled poor Job. After everything he’d been through, Job realized that God was still a loving God. And Job asked for forgiveness. Wow. And you know what came next? It’s so good it brings tears to my eyes, especially now. It says that after Job prayed, “the Lord made him prosperous again and gave him twice as much as he had before.” It gets better. “The Lord blessed the latter part of Job’s life more than the first. … And he also had seven sons and three daughters.” In my own utter despair, I gained a flicker of hope. He’d given me hope that He’d bless me again. I had hope in Him, even though I hated what God had allowed to occur. And much later, I would go on to cry out to him in anger. The year after Grace died got progressively worse over time, as shock wore off and I truly began to mourn. But hope remained… Grace's memorial service one week after she was born Jeff praying. Our dear Grace was buried at my parents' farm. Surviving The first six weeks after Grace’s birth were a daze. My body and mind were in such a state of shock that I didn’t really know what was happening. My brain turned off and my emotions didn’t kick in. I was blank. Coffee, my life’s one luxury for which I’d longed for nine long months, didn’t taste like anything. I couldn’t cook, exercise, talk, or go to the store. My breast milk came in and I didn’t have a baby to feed – my body was so confused. Between adrenaline from the shock of tragic loss, and the crazy rollercoaster ride of postpartum hormones, I was most certainly not myself. When Jeff went back to work, I would cry all day and then suffer migraines from all the crying. But God was there even still. He was present through people, friends, acquaintances, even strangers. From the moment we got home from the hospital (actually, before we even left!), flower||3/8/2017||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanMy story of Grace: Part 3. Her earthly end, and heavenly homecoming||Her earthly end, and heavenly homecoming||3/3/2017||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanMy story of Grace: Part 2. The Perfect Pregnancy||The Perfect Pregnancy||3/2/2017||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanMy story of Grace: Part 1. The beginning.||The beginning||3/1/2017||Free||View in iTunes|
||CleanThe Creative Upbringing. Raising adults who ask Why.||Raising adults who ask why||2/22/2017||Free||View in iTunes|