Friends, Community, and Labels
When you label yourself as anything other than a daughter of the King, you limit yourself. Labels limit. When you build up the fences to keep a watchful eye, to protect your heart and yourself, you just keep others out. You can keep building up fences but you’re...
The Grace of the Grave
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer One day the stone rolled away from the door Then He arose, over death He had conquered Now He’s ascended, My Lord ever more Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him From rising again Living, He loved me...
When You Can’t Feel Jesus
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...![When Friday Isn’t “Good” [Three Syllables, Three Days]](http://kaitlynbouchillon.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/GoodFridayLoveRunIn.png)
When Friday Isn’t “Good” [Three Syllables, Three Days]
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...
MY BOOK // Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
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