Hi, I'm Kimberly. I'm honored you're here, reading these words. I humbly pray God would use these stories to encourage you and remind you of his deep, deep love for you.
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Author Archives: Kimberly Girard
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
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.
The Leaves Are Falling
The leaves began to fall this week. I saw them outside my kitchen window and stopped. It’s hot outside, and it’s hard to believe autumn will ever come. But this season will come to an end: The leaves are falling. … Continue reading
“Just” Is a Four-Letter Word
We were at my son’s baseball game. And while a new pitcher warmed up on the mound, the umpire walked over to get his water from the chain-link fence separating us. He saw one of the dads’ Music City marathon/half … Continue reading
Mountains
Faith can move mountains. It doesn’t always. Do I not see third-world miracles in my first world Because I don’t believe they happen here? I pray unbelieving, knowing he will do what he will do. Lazy praying. But this time … Continue reading
Chalice
He drank the cup filled with God’s wrath. He drank it utterly dry to the very last drop. Yet. Yet I continue to come back to this ancient chalice, heavy gold, etched with scenes of battle, bloodshed, deceit, bitterness, gall, … Continue reading
Loud Singing 