About Me


Welcome, and thanks for reading along!

I (Kristen) am a coffee-lover, distance runner, wife to my lucky husband Jon, mama to two adorable boys (S and E) and a fiesty baby girl (R), a chef-wannabe, a business owner/chief creative/entrepreneur.  I can often be found doing laundry, as it seems to be never ending in our house, or trekking around the city with the littles in tow.  I am a work-at-home mama who has more awkward moments and awkward stories than should be allowed for the average human being.  This blog is my forum for my reflections, ponderings, and, yes, awkward stories.

More importantly, my life's ambition and daily challenge is to learn to live as a woman with peace in her presence, and out of the confidence that I am called beloved.

Jesus loves me, this I know.  Simple Gospel, taught well to small children, but so beautifully unconditional.

I have been given a new name.  Not disappointment.  Not "not enough."  Not failure or fraud.

Beloved.  Daughter.  Delight.

Even in my messiness, trying to muddle my way through life - and yes, much of this blog will be the awkwardness that is my life - I am enough.  Beloved and delighted in, even.

In the midst of a beautiful and good marriage that is fraught with the mess of two imperfect humans, in the middle of discombobulated family, in the chaos of trying to figure out how to be parents, in the panic of trying to discern how to balance careers and goals and family and marriage and still get the floors vacuumed occasionally, throughout the roller-coaster that is raising children, in all my awkward stories, and in the midst trying to push through burnout and anger and the MESS that cannot be summarized neatly - I am called beloved.  And in that, is a freedom to process and be transparent with everything else above.  Because in the security of knowing that I am called Beloved, I also hear the truth that the chaos, the mess, the awkwardness, is not who I am.  It does not define me.

Welcome to this blog.  And I hope you enjoy the ride.  :)

- KD

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