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normality is overrated


From the cradle to the grave the pressure is on to be normal. My guess is that there was a time - perhaps when you were very young- when you had at least a fleeting notion of your own genius and were just waiting for some authority figure to come along and validate it for you.

But non ever came.

enter Jesus.

27 Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. 1 corinth 1:27 NLT

alive.freedom.created.purpose{{FREE TO BE}}



i prefer the tops of clouds

The Florentine poet Dante Alighieri wrote; ‘God is not merely a blinding vision of glorious light, but that He is, most of all, l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle…

::the love that moves the sun and the other stars::

{Divine Comedy}




prayer is reaching out for the unseen, fasting is letting go of everything that can be seen and touched.

some christians imagine that everything that isn’t positively forbidden is permissable to them so they try to retain as much as possible of this world with its property, its literature, and its enjoyments. the truly consecrated soul is like a soldier who carries only what he needs for battle because he frees himself of all unnecessary weight. 

God Bless America

God bless your journey to shed all those things the world deems necessity




a gaze

(i’m talking like not the creepy in the waiting room at the DMV, but a welcomed admirer)

you know that feeling… of eyes studying you

when you can feel the person next to you gazing upon and affectionately contemplating your features?

but you don’t look back to avert their eyes quite yet because flattered, you want to let them curiously survey you for a second.

but his eyes are still on you… so you turn to lock gaze and instead of him shamefully looking away… its a moment in time. an understanding, bar unnecessary words, invoking the best feeling in your soul?

Well God is looking at you like that always. love itimage



it would seem that God finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink/sex/ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea….
C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory



americAn girls

be careful

don’t make the mistake of assuming that human trafficking is an isolated, clandestine problem buried in the folds of the mountains of nepal or the disclosed in the dusty misogynistic deserts of the middle east. traffickers in your suburban neighborhood may prey on younger girls, even in middle schools, grooming them by posing as ‘boyfriends,’ buying them pretty things, saying all the right words, slipping drugs or alcohol causing substance abuse, instilling fear and division between girls and their families, and so many other psychological constraints. i shouldn’t even have to reiterate it, but stay involved and informed in loved one’s lives and know who and where they are spending time with.

and even if it wasn’t an issue in america … injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere (mlk jr.) so let your heart see across borders to where others are fighting for their own freedom



au revoir

how did they win my heart so easily…

how do parts of my heart continuously get scattered around the world?




oppression and injustice have a tempestuously violent internal physiological affect on my body. especially when it involves innocent little girls and boys, point blank, in my face. the best visual i can provide without x-ray vision is the typical bruce banner to green hulk scenario. my heart immediately leaps into my throat, its maniacal beat a fierce kick drum between my ears. my blood fiercely changes temperature and i can feel the hot wave wash over my body. i’m pretty sure my eyes could burn a hole in anyone my dilated irises fall focus upon.

but i’m a lady and when did violence ever build a bridge or improve a relationship for further work or provide a credible reputation? I beg God to give me grace, eloquence, and wisdom, because there is nothing good in me, there is nothing good in me, there is nothing good in me.

passing through the streets of phnom penh at night makes me shiver, even in the thick humid 90 degree air. Dimly lit, shanty doors are lined with plastic chairs where girls aged 7-17 sit. motorbikes line the side of the street where shirtless men loiter and laugh. i heard a story tonight of an 8 year old girl whose virginity was sold for $10, then her hymen was sewed up and she was sold as a virgin again, and again 9 more times. she was electrocuted, beaten, and starved, all before she even celebrated her 10th birthday… and thats not a rare case, its pretty typical here.

I kind of try to ignore it, especially working at a safe house. I want to focus on the girls that are rescued and protected, but fact is, there are still girls being destroyed all around me, and I feel it. I know darkness is the most cliche literary metaphor for evil, but its so thick here I can smell it and it penetrates my skin. What filth doesn’t reach my soul, rides my back. A daily reprieve, a daily intrinsic war, is completely necessary for positivity to survive. And we must survive and continue to fight for those that can’t fight for themselves. #its a marathon not a sprint.

*these photos are mine and may not be used without my permission- thanks!




a literary gem is Martin Luther King Jr.’s Letter from a Birmingham Jail.

after being jailed for his role in the fight for justice in civil rights & labeled an ‘extremist,’ rather than take offense, he came to appreciate it.

Jesus was an extremist for love

Amos //  justice

Paul // the gospel “bear my body”

Martin Luther // “here i am i cannot do otherwise, so help me God”

John Bunyon // ” i will stay in jail until the end of my days, before i make a butchery of my conscience”

Abe Lincoln // civil rights

Thomas Jefferson // “we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal”


so the question is not if we will be extremists, but what kind will we be?



conversations from a mosquito net

My eyes are heavy and fluttering shut, but I lay surrounded by 40 giggling girls tucked inside mosquito net bunk bed forts complete with colorful sheets and buzzing fans stirring the hot night air and playful words. I can paint the verbal picture for you, but there is no way I can charm you with the thick feelings of bliss that have taken up residency on my face. 

I think I saw the face of Jesus today.

I saw his face in a 12 year old girl, whisking away the tear that escaped as she snuck in a comment about the absence of her mother amongst conversation about her life in school, boys, chores, and her favorites. I was confounded and she openly shared her life with me. I anticipated the adolescent girls here to be closed off and have the same kind of teenage attitude that I had at that age. I expected it to take a lot of effort to break down walls to make friends with these girls, but here she was pouring out the depths of her soul to me after knowing me for a day. It make me think of Mark 10:21:

21 Jesus looked at him and loved him. 

Did you catch that? Jesus could merely LOOK at a person and love them, could be the first encounter with that person, yet he could exchange a gaze with them and love them, deeply.

THATs the kinda love at first sight I am talking about! This girl and I looked at each other and I knew I loved her, because Jesus fills me with His love, I feel it pulse through my veins for her. 

incredible. [stay tuned for more thoughts- I have so many!]

xoxo kristin



butterflies in my stomach…

butterflies in my stomach…



I dare someone to write a pop song about this

Hey guess what- you want it? You got it. You feel it? Then do it. You crave it. Consume it. Follow your heart- go crazy. You deserve it! (sarcasm font).

Here’s a thought: everything is permissible for me but not everything is beneficial (Paul in the Bible was the original writ).

Self denial allows you to dip into the spiritual and the spiritual might just be more fulfilling than all that s#@t you think is gonna change the way you feel.

Day 18 of a 21 day fast

why don’t we fast more…

Jesus demonstrated the good life, we should try it more often



Refugee Camp; typical summer experience?

Do you ever stop and wonder; how did I wake up in this life?

Today I walked through settlements of refugees and illegal immigrants that have fled their oppressive countries in order to survive and yet their “survival” is working in a factory for 21 hours straight with abusive managers watching their every move to make sure they are productive or worse sent out on fishing boats for 3-6 years at a time where they are tossed over as shark bait if they are weak or less useful.

We met with the Labor Rights Promotion Network; essentially a group of people that advocate for the rights of immigrant workers that cross the boarders into Thailand. Before you sigh and click to another blog post with more interesting pictures or a youtube video that will make you laugh in 20 seconds or less, I dare you to be uncomfortable for a second.

I don’t know what the solution is. There is no easy out. But there are people in our world that are forced to run to another borderline because military coups have over thrown their country’s government countless times and set up corrupt regimes that make life torturous for the citizens just trying to get by. Thailand is packed with desperate people in these circumstances. 70% of the immigrants in Thailand are from Burma (Myanmar). Typically they are brought over by a broker that will charge them about $400 USD per person and then sell them to a factory or boat owner that will work these people to death. Kids as young as 7 are slaving away next to their parents.

Where are the police or boarder control you ask? Oh they perform raids on the factories here and there but their only job is to remove the people again and because kids are under age, they are often separated from their parents and thrown right back over on the other side in danger of being trafficked again.

Where do we even start to help? These people don’t have a home and just because they are vulnerable and desperate people delight in making money off of their exploitation.

My only take away of you taking time to absorb this information might just be that you understand when you think your life is hard, I guarantee you wouldn’t complain to these people.

I will try to post my videos and pictures of these beautiful people later. rushin around.. more later.

<3 kb



I love PDA. And all of these photos are the sweetest. But Frank Viola writes: “Yet the most powerful love story that any human has ever crafted pales in comparison to the epic romance that runs throughout your bible.”

Put that Twilight poster awayyy, Jacob hasn’t even survived his teens yet (acne is bound to strike), oh and fahgetabout The Notebook, turns out Allie didn’t really have Alzheimers, she and Noah just fought so much in their marriage she was trying to block it out. BUT the ancient publication we call the bible contains an allegory running so severely and drastically deep concealing a dam of meaning, that tragically many will never understand it.

ok, so i am not THAT much of a skeptic, there really are lovely stories of people madly in love and absolutely committed to each other, but even these situations are merely an attempt of us, the created, to imitate what God our creator has played out before us and innately planted desire to love in our souls. Imagine that every plot of every romantic scenario is really just the human endeavor to display what we believe and feel, but is really just a pale shadow of what God is spotlighting throughout all of history.

Not a single word in the bible goes to waste. Every letter of every chapter is allegorical. Consider the introduction of Eve into the world. Eve was brought forth from Adam’s side. Parallel this with the church (often referred to as the bride) within Christ. This would bring a whole new meaning to how Adam was “put to sleep” when Eve was created, and then how Christ was stabbed in the side by the Roman Centurian in his final fateful moments on the executionary cross and then was dead for 3 days. It was after Jesus was killed that the church came forth. 

From Jesus’ sacrificial death to you finishing reading this sentence, there is a story God has entangled through history of his pursuit of us, his creation and object of love. God is perfectly adequate within Himself. But because God is love, He is not content to be adequate in Himself. And because He loves us totally, He gives us the free will to choose to love Him back, or not. But this poses the question: why would we not choose Him?