A Way Over, A Way Out, A Way Through: Affirmation

I am divinely blessed today

I am divinely restored today

I am grateful to be alive today

I am holding on to my faith

I will walk in faith

I will live by faith

I speak life today

I will wash my hands in faith not fear

I will respond in wisdom not stupidity

I “cast my cares on God for God cares for me”

your kindness sister Krissy

Adding A Little More Hope To it: A Little More Hope Through it…

On days like this, where it seems my hope is running low,

like fuel in a tank

with no places to go,

cinder blocks, in prison cells start to blow

working out the kinks down in my soul

Hope is for the featherless

no tethering ring pole,

sowing seeds of hope

germinating little

pods of things unseen

Hope for the family

every sister, every brother

every cousin, every mother

Hope for the growing up

Hope for the growing old

Hope springing out like lavender – wonders to unfold

Hope ripples out like waterfalls reaching into soul,

grander church bells, she even sings her chimes

Spring in the air,

Spring is in the air, its’ time!

your Kindness sister Krissy

God's Math is different when God does the adding…

Bring back the days, Mama would say, “its’ okay to be crazy

its’ okay to be afraid” – stores running empty, people running insane,

I read in the good book, one woman and child,

had only one jug of oil, one last cake – “that they may eat it and die”,

the prophet replied “make what you have for me, you won’t go without”

her faith lead her to believe and they were satisfied for many days.

So though, it may rain, or sun has come to bring her gift to earth.

I’m so sure this prayer may take awhile…

God you feed the raven, keep the brooks and rivers full.

you pull down the seasons of white snow and change

you called us by name, you still hold the whole world in the palm of your hand, you breathed life down into my lungs,

I give this prayer like sweet smelling rose,

calm every nerve in my body, soothe every ache

transcending the worlds on lock down,

sending manna for bread, and oil that won’t run out

Amen

The Light is Still Coming:

such a beautiful storm

seas talking with the ocean,

seen a many things passing, fearful and normal

never saw this day a-coming.

what If I can’t carry, everything -the world has me buying

what if I’m, running around with my eyes wide open – while others maybe dying

how will I know, I can’t carry this load

how will I know, if I’m half past crazy or its me and the world

one thing I know- I remember those old scriptures

I remember them well,

“reap what you sow” “God is not the author of fear nor confusion but of love and a sound mind”

so I’m telling myself, get hold of yourself

hold on to your faith and let go of the day.

hollowed hearts- cry out,

God we made our mistakes,

coming closer and closer,

the sky it awakes, turning our faces to you

God- we are turning our faces,

to you. Amen.

your Kindness sister Krissy

Stories From A Third Grade Girl: with something to prove, if nothing else, to herself. (Part Five Fiasco)

Personal Photo of me as a kid

I so desperately wanted to get back to third grade. I did everything in my little -big girl power to show Mr. Luna. I handed in my math homework on time. This time without any ketchup, mustard or hot sauce stains. Hey no judgement please! I even washed the dishes.

However, the only way to do homework was over a bowl of tomato soup and sometimes if I’m lucky spicy grilled cheese. Of course I added the hot sauce. My big-haired sister complained. “Mama Krissy’s using all the hot sauce again.” To that mama would answer, “I better have enough for my spicy fried chicken!” I quickly put away mama’s special hot sauce and finished multiplying by two’s.

Yes homework was a breeze but reading to kids my own age was terrifying. Somehow I got up in front of the whole class everyday, like I knew what I was doing.

Mr. Luna finally caved-in about half-way through the second grading period and welcomed me back to class.

O’h was I over the moon and back again. So much so, I volunteered to staple all the Holiday Papers for Christmas break. Mr. Luna gave out a serious warning “Krissy with so many papers to staple, be extremely careful.”

There I was watching the clock, could 2:45 pm go any faster? Never mind that! I had four stacks of paper to staple and deliver to every student by 3:05 pm. Christopher Jones shouted “there’s no way she’s gonna finish in time!

Thoughts started jumping in and out my head o’ he’s so-o-o- right. What was I thinking? That’s the thing, I wasn’t thinking. I had to be miss goody two-shoe. Staple everybody ‘s paper and now I’m in deep water.

I turned my head for a split second, to say something back to Christopher Jones. Before I could muster up a smart remark. I heard a very loud crunch. I look down. I didn’t start freaking out right away. Its just when the paper and my thumb started bleeding.

Mr. Luna had no words, just pointed me toward the door. I knew I’d blew it. There I was sitting in the nurse’s office. Mrs. Polk, the nurse, had glasses that hung off the edge of her pointy nose. She said, “what is it this time? I stapled my thumb. Mrs. Polk snickered “Krissy, I’m not even a bit surprised, you’ll live.” And it turns out, staples go straight through thumbs if your not careful.

P.S. If you’d stayed all the way till the end, from my heart to yours, thank you. And if you’d like to know what happens next stay tune,

I’ll be back with more stories from my real life third grade childhood.

your Kindness sister Krissy.