Blogging has been a part of my ongoing rebirth for as long as I can remember.

So here's what I have to tell you today:

Healing happens, and Lord is it beautiful.
Exactly the right people cross my path at exactly the right time.
I am getting stronger in the moments I feel weakest.


While it's been an ongoing question for years and years, I've had to ask myself over the past week or so - who am I, really?  What are the stories and moments that make ME?  What do I have to share, and what do I keep in my soul?

Thank God for all the years of Kristen who have discovered the answers to that question, slowly but surely.  Finally, blessedly, I know when it feels like my own soul talking to me - there's a rightness deep inside.  A feeling of familiarity and warm greeting...."Hey, self.  Good to see you.  You're pretty great."

(This sounds like it's turning into a Jack Handey skit.  Might be.  One never knows around here.)

Me:

Worship in all its forms.  There is something fascinating about the way human beings seek spirituality - together, individually - and all the gorgeous results of that.  A mural strikes me as just as prayerful as incense; a perfectly imperfect neighborhood garden conveys just as much faith as a cross.

Art and how it comes to be tangible or perceived.

The goodness of people, or perhaps why their lights were hidden for a time.  I crave people's stories - what makes them who they are on the inside.

The written word ~ where I will always communicate best and most true.

 Coffee, wine, and great food.  Never to be underestimated.



I am becoming exactly who I am meant to be.  And it feels so. good.