Finding Krissi

Ever have one of those weeks? What am I talking about, everyone has one of t hose weeks! One of those weeks where you just want to curl up in a tight ball. Shut the world out and just be miserable. I had one of those weeks. I'm not sure how it started I have a tingling suspicion that it started with my children. Doesn't it ALWAYS start with children? This time it started with their audacity to start another school year and to be another grade older. Excuse me, I really don't think it is at all fair that I am now the mother of an 8th, 6th, 5th and 2nd grader. What happened to my four little monsters? Who are all these half grown people? For some reason this event which is all good and normal and part of life started a downward spiral. Which may or may not have been all that normal. However, this is ME we are talking about and normalcy is nothing I have every claimed. By Friday I was a puddle of emotions. Everything was like a mini bomb detonating a strea...

Hey, Hi, Hello! Remember me. I refuse to mention one more time how fast the summer zoomed. I mean I’ve already said it half a dozen times. Which is about how many times I posted this summer. Life, my friends, is CRAZY BUSY! I keep waiting for things to slow down so that I can have a few moments to catch up. However, things refuse to slow down. My calendar looks like a 2 year old went to town coloring. Only it isn’t coloring it is everything that is going on. Who knew four kids could keep you so busy. I have no clue how people with more manage to sleep. Just when I am about to loose my mind with all the noise, clutter, and kid mess they have the nerve to go back to school. Leaving me sitting in a house that is eerily quiet. I’m talking spooky quiet. I’m pretty sure if I yelled the house would echo. On one hand I am doing the happy dance that they are in school. On the other hand I’m feeling a bit lonely. However, I think I can handle the bit lonely if it means I can clean a...

When I was a youth I had a lot of great church leaders. They taught me, led me, and believed in me. Often I thought that their belief was misplaced. I wasn’t a bad girl but I certainly made a lot of shady choices. Sometimes, as leaders are ought to do, they would write me a letter. The letter was often full of encouragement and a comment on the kind of person they thought I was. Honestly, I would roll my eyes at these letters and think to myself, “They have no idea who I really am.” In my opinion they knew the Sunday Krissi but they didn’t know the Monday through Saturday Krissi and as much as I tried to make the two the same there were more times than not that they were not the same two people. I have spent this past weekend with the youth as a leader. They are a great group of kids and I have felt impressed to write each of them a letter and tell them how much I appreciate being their leader, how I believe in them, and a comment on how I believe they make our program better. ...