I've known Kristin for a number of years. The thing I love about her is the way she's so honest. You never have to wonder what Kristin is thinking when it comes to her writing, and I love that. Kristin doesn't blog, but you can find her on twitter at @k_normansen
Heal our land.
My heart breaks over the anger.
My blood boils passionately in the face of hate.
Do you love us the way I want to believe you love us?
I want to believe that if I saw you face to face, you wouldn’t say a thing, but just hold me in your arms as I weep.
I can’t be the only one who wants that of you.
There is so much pain here.
We need you.
You do love us, don’t you?
You grace does cover it all, doesn’t it?
Can you make it all ok?
Can’t you comfort us all?
I now believe in the beauty and growth of the messes of men. But how to make others see? How to un-harden their hearts?
God, your people are hurting us.
And it’s no little thing. It is a deep, heart piercing hurt.
What do we do, Jesus? How do we live?
I want to be a voice, but there are already so many. I don’t want to echo the cacophony.
But my wounds are scabs. They bleed when pricked — gushing all-over again — and self expression brings healing.
I feel your grace in the face of my pain. I do not feel it from your church. Why?