We are THAT Family
Hi there, world changer. I’m glad you’re here. I hope my words encourage you as a wife and mom and remind you that you’re not alone in your yes to God. It’s okay to be real and a little irreverent and mostly vulnerable in this safe space. Deep down, I think there’s a little bit of that family in all of us.
I’m wild about sweet tea and I have a thing for globes and maps. I love color and words and my house has a lot of both. I’m parenting teens and a young adult with my husband slash best friend of more than 25 years.
I’m the founder of Mercy House and Fair Trade Friday and sometimes I write books. I love traveling and experiencing new cultures, trying new foods, and I’m a big fan of all things fair trade. I share my broken and beautiful story in my memoir, Rhinestone Jesus, and I share how it’s changed the way we parent in Raising Grateful Kids in an Entitled World and Raising World Changers. Want to read the newest book? Click here.
My life is messy and redeemed and I’m grateful for the chance to live it.
Read More about Meet Kristen
When I was a child, I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard something in the next room. It scared me at first, the muffled words. My childhood wasn’t perfect, but my parents did their best. I got out of bed and snuck around the corner and saw my dad in his old blue robe kneeling at ... Read More
Faith > Fruit I need to talk about this here so that it’s a permanent part of my story. It will be wordy and messy— as most processing is. Faith is > greater than fruit. I told my husband last night I literally need this phrase etched on my skin as knuckle tats. He gave me a ... Read More
I listened intently to her story. In a lot of ways, it mirrored my own--the startup, the striving, the struggle, the surrender. It seemed like she was miles ahead of me in her business success and ministry scope, so her words inspired me to stay focused on the path, and maybe one day I would ... Read More
There are rocks in my garden. Most people take rocks out, but I put rocks in and around each of my raised beds. They do more than serve as a pathway for my wandering feet. They hold space. The other day I was tenderly walking on the path barefoot. I stepped on a raised rock that immediately ... Read More
