Years ago, my children and I spent carefree afternoons playing with their cousins along a riverbed in the mountains of North Carolina.

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We laughed, sipped coffee, tea, and hot chocolate, and simply were together, present, and at peace. To the left of the coffee shop stood an Epsom salt mine, quietly tucked into the landscape. I barely noticed it then.

 

Fast forward twenty years. I began my cancer recovery regimen of taking daily Epsom salt baths.

 

These baths became a cornerstone of my healing.

We all have stories of healing. Not all of us get to live long enough to tell them.

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Epsom salt baths are now my place of restoration—a space to detox, to exhale, to remember myself again.

The magnesium soaks deep into sore muscles and weary bones, but it also touches something beyond.

 

Paired with good music, these baths have become a sacred ritual. A place to pray. A place to rest.

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God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in times of trouble.