
sparks of kindness
seeds of good deeds
blossom into fields that save nations~kindness sis. Krissy

sparks of kindness
seeds of good deeds
blossom into fields that save nations~kindness sis. Krissy

When our feet are standing deep within the puddles of water. Or the waves of life seem higher than our feet can seem to bear. It is in the midst of the debris flying, maybe tears gathering within our eyes. And yet even- the moment not so aware, we become still enough to know we are not sinking.
We are capable of being present and capable to allow God to come in. There in the deepness, while waves are crashing, and the winds are blowing. Stillness and wider still, peace has reached out her limbs.
We hold this peace even for a small moment. It gets us through those doubting waves. So if you are looking for me. I can found standing still in the waters of life. Gracefully, humbly surrendered~kindnes sis.
Some
Measurement
Assuredly obsessed
Rules
That I had to
Stop following for my own sanity
~kindness sis. Krissy


Our lights are liquid
fluent waters
to drink
a soft supple gulp
unafraid to
lose, stagnant and stale
openness to
bring a sip of
life to the lips
a song of true-tellers unbroken tounges
prayers of muddy-little children
wisdom – given by the poorest soul
nourishment from a mother’s milk
and moments are made streams~kindnes sis. krissy

On the cusp of a moment
The person I see.
I’m aware, the minor keys will have her an impact
these versions may fade
the silence to speak
continual well-being of peace
internal wholness
awakening~Kindness sis. Krissy
Jesus dispelled illusions of the mind- called casting out…

Someone once asked if I was real. Really, me? Online that is. In this day and age, I guess you have to ask.
No, I’m not a robot. No, I don’t pay for followers.
Yes, I’d rather have real people and real conversation. I’m just saying take that away and we’d lose human connection, human touch. One I’m not sure humanity would survive. Life is too fleeting, too precious not be real~Kindness sis Krissy

Practice the moments so dear and fleeting. That it is this very second: there are wings to fly. Wings that sing. Wings that soar. Wings that perch beneath the souls of man and call us home.~Kindness sis. Krissy