by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Feb 18, 2020 | (in)courage, Brave, Broken and Raw, Faith, Love
I’ll admit, the month of February brings with it a sense of dread. I don’t mind the flowers, chocolates, or the emphasis on love. No, as a single woman, it’s the looks of pity, as questions and doubts that have played in my head are suddenly spoken aloud by loved ones...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | May 23, 2019 | Broken and Raw, Faith, Freebies, Printables
With tears in my eyes, I started this post back in July of 2016. I haven’t opened it since. But it’s time. I know it’s time. And so with a deep breath, today I find myself re-reading drafted words strung into sentences that have somehow stood the...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Apr 9, 2019 | (in)courage, Broken and Raw, Easter, Faith
Two years ago, my family spent week after week sitting in waiting rooms and hoping for answers. Two years ago, just a few hours before the light of Easter morning began to stretch across the sky, my phone lit up with one of the worst text messages of my life. Exactly...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Feb 6, 2019 | (in)courage, Brave, Broken and Raw, Faith, Love
Last year, just a few days after Valentine’s Day, the grocery store clerk made fun of me in the checkout line. I emptied my cart, placed each item on the conveyor belt, and tried to keep my mouth from falling open as the gentlemen looked me in the eyes and spoke words...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Aug 11, 2018 | (in)courage, Brave, Broken and Raw, Community
No one stood up when the credits began to roll. Whispered wows mixed with the sound of sniffling as we reached for tissues, blinked our eyes, and stayed for just a moment longer. Like so many others, I grew up watching Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. Childhood...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Mar 20, 2018 | Broken and Raw, Even If Not, More To Be, Prayer
The phone lit up — way too late at night — as a text came through that I never wanted to read. My breath caught in my throat as my fingers quickly moved across the screen, anxious to reply and find out more information. I remember thinking “This is...