The other night, Chuck’s older brother came for dinner. He recently retired from the military, and we hadn’t seen him in almost a year. We had just sat down to eat when I looked to the side and noticed my son bending over the kitchen trash can. It took me a couple seconds to realize he was getting sick. I quickly jumped up after my brain kicked into gear, and ran to him. While glancing into the living room where he had been lying down, I saw another “episode” all over one section of the couch. He was covered in everything he had eaten that day, so I rushed him straight up to the tub. It’s awful to see your kids sick. In the past I have felt helpless to do anything that would actually help them. Not anymore. Ever since God opened the door for me into the world of essential oils and products, I feel empowered. There are several things I can DO to support my kids, and their sick bods now. Last night, I got to wash Jase in our bathtub that has been cleaned with Thieves cleaner- which mea...