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How to Heal Community Wounds

September 21, 2012 by Kristen

I said it out loud.

“I can’t believe no one called, no one asked, no one offered to help,” I complained to my husband.

My old community wounds surface at the first hint of disappointment and surprise me with their intensity. My words sound bitter and I struggle to sort it all out.

Why is it that pain from past relationships cast a shadow over present ones? Why is it easier to remember the negative than pursue the positive?

[click over to (in)courage to continue reading how I navigate this rocky road...]

My Mess is the Perfect Place for His Glory

July 13, 2012 by Kristen

“You inspire me” she says as she hands me a bag full of baby clothes for Mercy House. ”I wish I could be like you, but I’m just a mom.”

Her words sounded like an apology.

I offered a feeble smile.

Because at the moment, I didn’t even want to be me.

When Nothing Is All You Have to Give

June 4, 2012 by Kristen

You can’t do this. You can’t do this. You can’t do this.

The words taunt, my eyes fill, heart pounding, red creeps up my neck……

[continue reading at (in)courage}

Six Quick Things

May 4, 2012 by Kristen

Two posts in one day?
I know. Cool.
I also have a tattoo. (My mother-in-law still doesn’t know. No Internet at their farm, plus there’s always socks.)

I wrote about shutting my big mouth over at (in)courage today. I’m on a word fast.
I spoke at a women’s event in Dallas on Monday about God-sized dreams. They blessed Mercy House with a God-sized offering and we nearly sold out of product. My big kids and hubby ran the table while my youngest ate people’s left-over cupcakes right off their plates.
We played hooky at the Great Wolf Lodge (our first visit-loved it!)
Mercy House t-shirts (women’s v-neck) are on sale for only $10 (while supplies last)
My Blessings Unlimited Store (sidebar) is having a very fun Spring sale (up to 75% off)
A few weeks ago, my hubby (@nascardad on Twitter) cashed in his Christmas Groupon gift from me and raced around the track at crazy speeds. He’s hot.