I am so glad you are here.

Hi. My name is Kelly. I’ve spent 3 and a half decades stumbling into God’s grace. I write about simple, beautiful, messy life, and a God who is always writing a story of redemption with our lives.

I am writing through the pain.

Life is hard. I know you know this in your bones. It is full of shattered relationships, broken dreams, and unhealed wounds.

Along the way I found some less than healthy ways to cope with the pain. (Can you relate?) But one strategy that has always served me well is writing. As a friend of mine likes to say “we think in circles, but we write in straight lines.” Words have always been my paintbrush. This is my truth.

I believe (Frankly, I need to believe) that by leaning into the pain we discover God’s grace in new and powerful ways. And that it is only when we lean into the pain of those around us that we begin to discover ourselves.

Will you dare to lean into that pain with me in this space?

Can I be honest?

I never wanted to be a Christian writer.

I sometimes feel that faith based writers aren’t “real” writers, that there is more legitimacy in a novel or a haiku than some heartfelt devotions and raw laments. I wonder sometimes if all the great Christian prose have already been written, by men and women who are long dead. 

 But really? Deep down? I am afraid that I don’t fit the box. Because my prayer life is messy and I am a bit of a shit-disturber, and I say fuck a lot.

Here is a little more about me:

I am a mama to six little people who make me want to be more and love better and also to throw up my hands in defeat all at the same time.

I am a wife to a man who makes me laugh every single day and brings me flowers for no reason at all.

I am executive director for a drop-in centre in my city, constantly learning about faith and hope and  generosity from those who live on the margins.  Discovering Jesus in "the least of these". 

I am the naive little girl who followed the wrong boy into the woods. I am the broken young woman who gave herself away far too easily. I am the punk kid who first heard the gospel in a soup kitchen and found Jesus in the Emergency Room.

I am the Bible College drop-out and the sin scarred addict that chose drugs over Jesus time and time again.

I am a believer in second chances. I am a thriving daughter of grace.

I am an aspiring minimalist, too often a pessimist, and probably a pacifist although I’m still wrestling with the implications of that one.

I am over caffeinated and under slept and can often be found writing at my computer in the wee hours of the night.

I write boldly about things that make me want to recoil and hide.

I love Christmas,and teal, and all things caramel.

I believe that when we tell our stories we set others free to experience their own stories with more peace and self acceptance.

I believe that when we are real with one another we see God move more clearly among us.

I believe in Heaven and Hell and a God who died and came back from the grave. And sometimes that sounds crazy even to me.

I believe that you matter. That you deserve to be loved. And that we all need some scandalous grace.

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