by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Apr 19, 2014 | Broken and Raw, Easter, Faith, Fear
Sunday healed what Friday broke but Saturday finds us holding our breath, stuck in the middle. Heaven waits patient and ready and I wait for redemption, reconciliation, restoration. I see the body broken and the Body broken and I weep and wail at the foot of the cross...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Apr 18, 2014 | Broken and Raw, Easter, Faith
The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. The earth groaned. Darkness cried. Heaven held it’s breath in holy anticipation. A baby born, a kingdom come, a manger scene. The Word became flesh and dwelt among us. This man, the Word, come to life, walking dusty...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Aug 10, 2013 | Easter
source // here I want to be a story-teller, one who lives wide-eyed to the gifts that pour over all of us, each of us, every day. I want to sit in a coffee shop and look into the eyes of every single grace-covered person and hear their Story. And I want to tell it,...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Mar 31, 2013 | Easter
I don’t want to pass right by Saturday. If you’re stuck in Saturday, allow me to simply sit with you for a while? Many of us have a hard time with Good Friday. How can the death of our Savior be good, we wonder? But it’s in His death that everything...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Apr 25, 2011 | Easter
I’ve talked about Day One: FridayThe crucifixion. What looked like the end-all of end-alls, the worst day in history, became the best day in history. But they didn’t know that then.They didn’t know it on Day Two: Saturday, either.If ever there was a...
by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Apr 23, 2011 | Easter
If Friday is devastation and pain, sorrow and confusion.If Sunday is happiness and smiles, joy and promises-kept.Saturday is questioning. Wondering. Searching and coming up empty.Saturday is where I live.I’d be willing to bet that you live in the Saturday,...