6 results for tag: Kristin
Wrestling Well
I first started walking with Jesus as a young child, and my faith has been and still is the most important part of my life. I know this all sounds so “nice,” and it certainly is, but it’s fair and even helpful to share that walking with Jesus hasn’t always been easy for me. In fact, walking with Jesus has been very difficult through the years. I’ve wrestled and doubted, as I would imagine many of you have too. I’ve noticed there seems to be a temptation to wrestle secretly because we feel ashamed––we worry others will think we’re losing our faith or that they’ll say something unhelpful and fuel the fire of our questioning, ...
This Is A Mother
There is a verse in Genesis that talks about pain in childbirth. The NIV version states, “I will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor you will give birth to children.” And the King James version, “Unto the woman he said, ‘I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children’” (Genesis 3:16).
Perhaps, like me, you believe this verse refers to the painful process of giving birth. But, ask any mother, there is so much more pain to childbirth, childbearing, and child-raising, then only the pains of labor. I think of the pain of a c-section, the baby surgically ...
God Weeps With Us
As with most things in life, parenting is a balancing act. Some call it picking your battles—and those battles, in the world of parenting, often revolve around how much candy I will let my son eat and how many crocodile tear whimpers I can tolerate after three days of no napping.
This ...
Kristin’s Retreat Experience
A few months after Abby died, I received a Hope Box in the mail. It was my first introduction to Hope Mommies. I was intrigued. Their annual retreat was something that caught my eye, and soon enough, I had convinced another Hope Mom to go to this retreat with me in Texas.
It all sounded like a great idea at the time, but as the weekend of the retreat drew near, it sounded like a terrible, anxiety-ridden, I-think-I’m-gonna-pass-out kind of idea. I mean, lots of talking with people I don’t know? PANIC. Bunking with roommates? NOPE. Before Abby died, I would have loved a weekend away, but now my anxiety made it difficult to venture far from ...