Author: krystalagriffin

Somewhere around 16 a little dream was born. I wanted to remodel a historic home. I know, that’s weird for a teenage girl. This week while taking a LifeMap class I came to the realization that remodeling a historic house mostly comes from my desire to have a sense of belonging and home. We moved…

We’ve been watching The World’s Toughest Race as a family for weeks and this afternoon we watched the finally. We watched people do things we know we can’t do ourselves (at least not yet) and while we admired the courage and work that came before their arrival to the Start line of that race, we…

It’s really not about the bras. Let’s make that clear! It’s about the hand of God reaching into the ordinary to make himself known to me. But bras are where it started and ended.  One of the most intimate of female needs was the catalyst to a work in my daughter, myself and my sister. Late in 2019…

It was a late January evening. Looking back now I was deeply grieving. I thought I had grieved as much as I could possibly grieve but over the course of weeks, I got lower than I had ever been.  In the moment it felt like numbness and confusion. The future was terrifying and unknown. I had no vision for…

(You can find an intro. to my 2020 project here.)  “Go hiking alone…”  I love running and I love hiking. I love them both with good company or completely alone. Except the hiking.  I’ve never hiked alone. The opportunity hadn’t presented itself until a year ago, but even as the chances came, I always found a reason…

*Note: This was written in Jan. and I’ve held it until I published the blog.* “2020 is going to be the year of new beginnings, fresh starts and seeds planted!”   We all say that at the start of a new season…. This will be the moment things change! …and that rush of optimistic hope feels…

A dramatically altered lifestyle of isolation will bring some interesting thoughts and emotions to the surface. Two weeks ago this isolation lifestyle had been in place long enough that I was starting to reevaluate my relationships, connections and human interaction. Besides a brief grocery run I had barely seen another adult for days, had only one meaningful…

We are made for rhythms of contrast.  All the colorful elements of life swirled together in our daily movements, coming and going like the steady tide.  A little faster and then slow.  Some hunger and then full.   A big rainstorm and then an open blue sky of piercing sun.   Work, then rest.   Laughter, then tears.   The balance…

“Life is not a perfect graham cracker!”  I had a free period between classes every Monday morning during homeschool co-op. Sitting in the lobby getting to know a new friend, she described her children and her approach to parenting. As we talked Deva blurted out that perfectly quotable statement. My brain latched onto it like…