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Every Story Matters {a 31 day journey}

by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Oct 1, 2014 | every story matters, Story

We’re gonna just flat out go for it, you and me. Because every story matters and it’s time we live like we believe it. And maybe you don’t think yours matters . . . maybe you think it’s a story full of ordinary days of nothing special. I beg to...

Saying Yes

by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Aug 18, 2014 | Freebies, Printables, Story

Turns out when God gives you words and says “Hey, share these with My people” — and you do it? Things change. Not in that mountains-thrown-into-the-sea way, but in that quiet wind blowing through and stirring things up. Will there be backlash? Yeah,...

Tell {Five Minute Friday}

by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Aug 14, 2014 | Books, Brave, Five Minute Friday, Story

I’m 10 days away and I have to keep myself from downloading the countdown app. Again. Senior year is set to begin and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. And yeah, I’m tired of all the questions and the “Wait, are you still in school?” because...

For All The Broken Hopefuls

by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Aug 12, 2014 | (in)courage, Broken and Raw, Story

When community runs out, Jesus runs in. When you see yourself as damaged He declares you lovely. When you look around and only see ruins, the Holy One bends to carry your holey heart, promising that joy will come in the morning. Joy always comes. Six days after...

Saying Yes To What’s Ahead [Rhinestone Jesus Giveaway]

by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Aug 10, 2014 | Brave, Broken and Raw, Faithful, Giveaway, God Sized Dream, Story

A little over 1,800 days ago I pulled up a blank page and said yes. With the words “it just takes one” rolling around in my mind, I created an online space just for me with the tag line “learning to stand up in a fallen world.” I was sixteen...

Live Your Story – Not Hers

by Kaitlyn Bouchillon | Jul 29, 2014 | Faith, Running, Story

I forgot how to ride a bike. Which really isn’t a problem, except I didn’t know I had forgotten until I was on the bike and going straight towards a tree, unable to stop. It wouldn’t sound so bad if I were five or seven or even twelve but no –...