Kristen Blog

I would be lying if I didn't mention that, for all the pomp and circumstance of the weekend, it was as difficult for me as it was celebratory.  I know I talk about it a lot, but I will never understand this human experience of simultaneous conflicting emotions.  Let's just sit with that for a minute.  🤷‍♀️ I love and hate in the same breath.  I cry concurrent with rejoicing.  Pleading prayers ejaculate from the depths of my soul, the response (or lack thereof) causes me to DIE INSIDE; yet, my heart aches with gratitude, and it is praise that passes from my lips...because I KNOW that ALL from God is good.  "Yea though He slay me..." I grow so tired of having to let go.  I do not want to let go anymore.  I am weary of watching the flowers fade.  My heart is desperate for eternal Spring.  But my feet remain here, and I have no choice but to participate.  I am wife, and I am Mom, and I despise quitting.  I will NOT be a quit...

I have a hero. I was unimpressed when we first met.  She was a lovely, petite blond. (I am old enough and secure enough to be able to compliment these things, without bitterness and jealousy, for the most part.  It has, actually, become one of my favorite pastimes - complimenting women...freely and joyfully, complimenting other women.  I find the rare purity of a genuine compliment with no ulterior motive to be, unanimously, well-received.) But I did not compliment this particular woman.  I did not even like her, at first.  In my defense, she had unknowingly set herself up as my enemy from the very start of our relationship.  What kind of personality must she have to do this job every day of her life?  Did she really choose this?  She must be so stiff and unkind. Oh the judgments we make when we are unaware.  So unfair. We would spend a significant amount of time together in the next few days, the Undertaker and I.  And I would d...