The story of Krissy’s Mosley Ministries is “Where Wholeness Begins, Truth Transforms and Love Supersedes”
It began,
16 years ago, I sat in the hospital room – wrapped in a faded blue and white gown, drowning in grief and anxiety. A gnawing sense that my life had run out of room for me.
Numb. Hollow. No smoke. By then, a nurse walked in. She didn’t offer therapy or a scripture. She simply asked, “ What are you doing? I remember replying, through cracked breath, I am becoming a writer. Right there, on the back of my own discharge papers, and a shaking hand. I wrote my first poem.
Not because I had a plan, but because I so desperately wanted a comeback in myself. That act of writing lit a match in my darkness. And I’ve been writing, to write myself whole ever since. From that sacred beginning, I learned kindness isn’t passive. It’s a force. A ministry. A movement.
I came here. Because the world is always changing. And I am too.
I believe kindness -poetry can be felt chirping off the page. even now, there is this gentle nudge that lets me know, I’m not alone. That’s kindness.
I believe in kind words that can grab you from the edge of defeat. Place you in the center of everything, and watch your spirit rise. In the words of Alice Walker, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by The Color Purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
That too is kindness.
I believe in kind -poetry in this kind- way. Lifts voices out of ghost towns and ghettos and prisons and elevates our Human Experience- transforming it From what it has been into visions of hope, growth, and miracles of strength. Lifting us from the invisible margins of merely living and merely dying.
We all could use kindness as a way of loving ourselves.
We could all use human kindness to rebuild extraordinary lives from what has been, to what, human- kindness still must be.
Krissy Mosley Ministries’ was never just an organization. It was a promise to the shattered version of me – and to – everyone like me – that we would not be forgotten.
That we would rebuild. That we would rise. That poetry would become prayer. That wholeness would become real. This ministry was built from the raw pages of healing from the sound of singing bowls and silent prayers, from stories that the world tried to ignore, but God chose to use.
This house is not just mine it’s yours it’s ours.
We are living proof that kindness can echo louder than trauma.
We are what it looks like when wholeness begins.
We are where truth transforms.
We are where love supersedes.
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