Author Archives: Kimberly Girard

Beautiful

  I saw a video at church that Dove created as part of their ‘Choose Beautiful’ campaign last spring. At shopping malls in Delhi, San Francisco, Sao Paulo, Shanghai, and London, they placed signs above two adjacent doors, one marked … Continue reading

Posted in Father's Love | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

Uncertainty Is an Armchair

What if uncertainty were a plump, fluffy armchair and I slid into it, my socked feet pulled close What if I let this chair envelope me and made friends with its ever-present nature What if I settled in and even … Continue reading

Posted in Uncertainty | Tagged , | 2 Comments

Mantle of Mom

Three paragraphs. This fall I had the opportunity to write for a parenting magazine. They asked me to write three paragraphs about the challenges of being a stay-at-home mom. More specifically, they wanted me to speak on how I balance being a … Continue reading

Posted in Mothering | Tagged , , , , | 6 Comments

Arms Outstretched

Whatever anxieties, fears, unknowns you may be staring down today, I pray these words might reach you and remind you that God is a good father who says many patient times, “Do not fear.”

Posted in Mighty Arms | Tagged , , , , | 5 Comments

Shelter

I generally think of God’s guidance as a clear path I can deliberately follow, but that night, his guidance looked like a wrong turn. Continue reading

Posted in Shelter | Tagged , , | 5 Comments

When “Just” Is a Four-Letter Word

My college roommate and dear friend, Bethany Jenkins, among many other talents, writes and edits for The Gospel Coalition.  She and I reworked a smaller piece of mine into something a little more, and they published it today! I hope you … Continue reading

Posted in Just | Tagged , | Leave a comment

O Come Emmanuel

I want all stories and conversations and relationships to be wrapped up by a beautiful Lexus Christmas bow. I also like things to close on a perfect note, like Jane Austen’s stories. But there are only Lexus bows at Christmastime … Continue reading

Posted in Light | Tagged | 2 Comments

Heavy Pink Hope

I am here, having settled children in school. Where have these women been before here? Most are a decade or two older than me, a few younger. Their husbands and mine waiting stoic. “I’ll see you,” one says; he waits, … Continue reading

Posted in Hope | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Tranquilo

Two summers ago I went to Santiago, Chile, with my husband, who travels to speak about his work. We have chopsticks from China, bowls from Africa, books on Brasilian architecture. We scout out trips for me to join him on, ones with few social events … Continue reading

Posted in Tranquilo | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Confession

I just realized I feel hollow inside today. I’ve been nursing a mild depression this summer: I’m mourning the loss of a friend’s child, I’m mourning the loss of my dream that things would always be easy for my children.

Posted in Confession | Tagged , | Leave a comment