Grace, Part 2: Giving it to myself

A couple of weeks ago (or was it months? I lose track of time these days), I wrote a post titled “Grace” about my story of God’s grace in my life.  This is something that I have continued to think about since, and have been challenged by in new and different ways.  Most recently, I’ve…

Advice to my 21 Year Old Self

Sometimes I wish that we really could write letters to our younger selves. There is so much I would love to say to younger Krystal. But then again, I’m not sure she would listen. Even to her older self. She tended tends to be a bit stubborn. Nevertheless, every now and then I like to…

It’s OK Monday!

Monday’s are not usually anyone’s favorite day, so to give you a smile and (hopefully) some laughs, I thought I’d throw a little “It’s OK” at you from my day :): It’s OK… to put on jeans simply to prove that you actually wear normal clothes sometimes, only to change back into gym shorts an…

Post Baby Weight Loss, Part 2: Leaving a Trail of Hurt

Several months ago, I finally caved in and blogged about my battle with post baby weight.  It was real, it was raw, I wasn’t proud of the things going on in my heart, but God was working on me.  In the month of July I invited my readers to follow me through my sugar free…

Just Keep Swimming… Or Floating.

Yesterday afternoon was exactly the kind of afternoon I needed.  My husband was able to take a couple hours off of work and, loving and gracious as he is, let me leave Riley with him and take off on my own for a little while.  I decided to go swim laps at the pool. I…

Reckless Writing

I blog for different reasons, and I blog in different ways.  Sometimes I write thoughtful responses to certain issues that I/we face and experience (especially women); sometimes I write light, funny posts; sometimes it is just an update on something in my life (pregnancy, going sugar-free, etc), and other times it is simply to vent.  …

Perception.

My freshman year of college I met a girl named Leah in my “recruitment group” for rushing to join a sorority.  I didn’t like Leah at first.  She was so friendly and bubbly to every person she met or talked to.  Always peppy with an extra spring in her step.  She was… fake.  I thought. …