ABOUT ME

Hi, I’m Christine a fellow sojourner in this life.

My journey, and yours, began before we ever took our first breath, even before the beginning of time. You see, God put plans in place for each of us, even preparing good works for us to do to partner in His wonderful design as we live in personal relationship with Him. I entered into that relationship when I was 36 and it’s been an amazing ride since then.

The LORD called me His beloved and named me “Free.” Life has been wonderful and hard and joyous and pain-full and peaceful and sorrow-full and thrilling. And trusting in the LORD to bring goodness from it all ensures it has all been worth it!

I married my childhood sweetheart, Dave and it has been an amazing roller coaster journey for sure! He is so supportive of the call on my life! In fact he worked hard to make a special space for me to create. ❤️

Family is so very important to me. It's the first church, from which springs the local church, and onward to encompass the whole of the Body of Christ. It is here that we learn how connected we are to each other, how God's love and grace are lived out. And it ultimately becomes our legacy to a lost and lonely world.

Our children truly cause me to rejoice in God’s Word,

I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.

Our daughter Sharon is married to our son-in-love, Kenny and have blessed us with two beautiful granddaughters. Our daughter Sarah is married to our son-in-love, Randy and have blessed us with a beautiful granddaughter and sweet grandson. Our Son Matt left a legacy of loving people well, before going home to Heaven (now reunited with his twin) when he was 22.

Writing is how God has asked me to impact my world. I'm really more of a scribe, simply chronicling the goodness of our God. I also have the great joy of serving as the Director of Ministry & Events for Catalyst4Christ Ministries.

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It matters not

It matters little who I am. Each one of us has a story to tell, a life filled with love, loss, heartache, joy & laughter. I am just a busted up pitcher. Yes, the image that came to your mind - whether one you pour iced tea from, the one with the chip on the lip so it spills as much down the outside of your glass as gets in. Or the little creamer pitcher your gramma had in her hutch, the one with the broken handle that has glue globbed on it's listing side. Or the one that you pour oil with, the one with the faint crack you overlook because you never think to replace it while you are shopping. Oh, or maybe it's the purple plastic juice jug that hit the heating coil in the dishwasher... melted a hole an inch from the top but you never fill it that full anyway. No matter what image came to your mind, that's me. The true value of a pitcher is not it's appearance or even its purpose but it's what the pitcher holds that is precious. The sole purpose...

Un-becoming

Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory, for the marriage of the Lamb has come, and his Bride has made herself ready; it was granted her to clothe herself with fine linen, bright and pure"-- for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints. [Rev 19:7-8] We’ve all been to weddings. Everything focuses around the bride. My favorite moment is to watch the groom as he catches the first glimpse of his bride, he’s overcome by her beauty – she’s prepared herself specifically and especially for this day. Now imagine, how does the bride of Christ prepare herself to be radiant for her beloved? Righteous deeds, good works… As I pondered this passage and how it applies to this season, I heard “Un-becoming” . I sense that this season we are in is a cleansing period, a time of preparation. UN becoming who we’ve become; busy, weary, anxious, overburdened, chameleon – being who others want or expect us to be. Lost, depressed, frustrated, needy. And ...

When the pain get too big

There are times when the heartbreaks of this life collide with our weakness and the pain gets so big that even breathing is hard. It’s like being dragged under by the surf and tumbled over and over until up is down and you’re dragged along the bottom and raw wounds meet with salted surf and the searing pain of it is only a faint echo of the pain within your soul and you gasp for breath and flail helplessly, like a rag doll, until you’re eventually released upon the shore coughing up the brine of your own tears… This is where I have been. Literally on the verge of tears at every moment. Memories, regrets, sorrow, missing, aching, loss - churning, growing to tsunami intensity threatening to overwhelm. Today I received a devotional from a Jewish Messianic site challenging us regarding the Sabbath. Oh, how my soul yearned for it. A Sabbath, a rest. But the to-do list haunted and I headed to the shower to start the day. All the while rest...

The Cost of Freedom

Memorial Day I once thought I understood the cost of freedom. I’d heard the family stories, my momma named for her uncle shot down over France, I’d been to the parades and ceremonies, could repeat great quotes, I’d seen the movies… But then a few years ago I walked among the names – name after name after name, reaching far, even unto the horizon; and the faces of sons and daughters and mothers and fathers – determination in their countenance, fear in their eyes, aged beyond their years. One caught me as I walked by, gripped my heart and dragged me up close. He stared at me, wanting me to see, wanting to be known. Though his lips unable to speak it, his lifeless eyes told of the horrors he’d seen, the death he’d lived, the life he’d taken. He was just a boy, once full of life, now, full of death. He begged “Remember me.” And through tears I vowed I would never forget him. Him without a name, an ordinary face – just one among many… And then ...

Broken Pitcher

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