I have always been a writer.  For most of my life I haven’t written for people to read.  I put pen to paper because I was made in the image of a God who used words to call this world into existence, and He used words to call me to Himself.  Before I was formed in my mother’s womb He breathed into me a mind and heart for reading and writing.  Out of all the talents He could have given He chose a spirit that yearns to take twenty-six symbols and turn them over and over again into pages of what I’ve never considered an ordinary story.  Once in a while, when I would let them slip out into the universe, people told me what I wrote was a gift and asked me if I would please do it more.   I’m just now barely brave enough to put my name on it.





Vulnerable.“‘What is it you’re frightened of?’ asks my warrior side. What fills your heart with such dread? ‘What happened to your coat of bravery you wore so confidently?’ I feel like a deer sometimes, I answer. I’m not always like you. I want to lie down in flower-kissed pasture, let my eyes close against the […] Read more...

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"Start with the soul and perhaps the temporal gifts I want to exercise will have their chance; and if they do not, I have the best in my hands already, the only thing really needed.  God must be in all my work."  --Flannery O'Connor

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4 Comments on Vulnerable.

  1. Caroll Aleshire
    February 13, 2020 at 6:58 pm (1 week ago)

    My heart hurts for you! It hurts for your girls and your husband. I will pray more frequent and passionate prayers for you and your family.

  2. Judy judy
    February 13, 2020 at 8:59 pm (1 week ago)

    I can’t imagine your pain and heartache. Seems trite to just say I’ll pray for you. When our kids hurt, emotional pain is terrible.

  3. Cindee Snider Re
    February 13, 2020 at 11:10 pm (1 week ago)

    Tonight, just breathe. It is enough. I’m so sorry, Kindred! For all of you. I wish I lived closer. I’d be there in a heartbeat. I love you. And I’m quietly holding space. ❤️

  4. Susan Barone
    February 14, 2020 at 1:56 am (1 week ago)

    Oh, my dear. You rest in green pastures! That’s a lot to process still And I can so relate to that loneliness. I do have friends who’ve known about all the ways I accommodate my chronic illnesses. They now seem to read my mind about what causes me distress. These 3 ladies I talk to often all turn 50 this year and want to take a girls’ trip. I don’t keep normal hours. I don’t sleep when most people sleep, and I’m chasing pain every morning, sometimes into the afternoon. I’m like the tin man every day. One of my friends in our chat just laid it out there that she didn’t wish me to feel any anxiety. If I couldn’t go, I couldn’t go, and they would be okay with that. She didn’t want me to feel the pressure to try to meet their normal. I cried when I read her texts. It touched my heart on the one hand, and on the other, I cried because I missed the me who didn’t have all these illnesses. I tell myself though that there are good days and they are that much sweeter when I have one.

    I am praying with you as you navigate the road ahead, and I trust that God will give you His peace.


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