by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | May 26, 2014 | Broken and Raw, Community, Faith, Faithful, Love, Story
I have a life time of broken memories. There were years that passed by when I felt worn down and thread-thin, as if any little thing would break me straight through again. My worst nightmare had come true. I lived the reality of being left by community and the...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | May 22, 2014 | (in)courage, Community, Fear, Five Minute Friday, Haiti, Story
Today I’m linking up at (in)courage after banding together with the Five Minute Friday girls to write fast and furious over at Lisa-Jo’s for five minutes of ordinary extraordinary. These words are about trying to be in control, being scared of community,...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | May 20, 2014 | (in)courage, Broken and Raw, Community, Story
What if you believed it? What if you really truly, way down deep in your soul, believed that your story mattered? What if you lived in such a way that created space, opening the door wide for conversations and community? It’s as easy as beginning with three simple...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | May 8, 2014 | Community, Faith, Five Minute Friday, Love
She says she’ll teach me. November 9th, 2013 seems a life-time ago but really, just six months separate us from a lunch off campus that turned into afternoon coffee, too, and a 3am chat about friendship and queso and everything in between. Maybe it was...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | May 5, 2014 | Broken and Raw, Community, Faith, Fear, Story
Shaking, clammy fingers and a heartbeat so loud I’m shocked those in the room can’t hear it over my typing… but I write and focus on breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Again. Let the redeemed of the Lord say so. I hear it again and again in my head....
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Apr 28, 2014 | (in)courage, Broken and Raw, Community, Faith, Fear, God Sized Dream, Story
Around a couple of long tables in a room in Arkansas, (in)RL 2014: We Need Your Story was born. The night before, Holley Gerth looked me straight in the eye over dinner and asked about my God-Sized Dream. Sweaty palms and all, I looked straight back and told her about...