Brave Heart, Brave Soul. She who is brave is free.

“I do not understand this mystery of grace - only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us.” ~ Anne Lamott I don’t know about you but I’m fairly tickled pink Jesus has never said to me, “This is the last straw missy. The absolute last time I’m going to put you back together again Christie.” I can assure you if anyone is going to test His patience it’s me. I have always had a need to learn things on my own, the hard way even. I can be rather stubborn, headstrong and of course strong-willed to boot. No real surprise there, right? I’m a redhead for goodness gracious sake. What do you expect? After all Pippi Longstocking was my role model back in the day. She was a bit of spitfire if I do say so myself. Reminiscing a little bit I remember this one particular day as a little girl that didn’t quite go as planned. I was about 3 or 4 years old and we were living in Germany at the time. I stood outside our military quarters watching all my friends cross the str...

"When people are ready to, they change. They never do it before then, and sometimes they die before they get around to it. You can't make them change if they don't want to, just like when they do want to, you can't stop them."  ~ Andy Warhol When I was a little girl I simply loved this time of year. October was a happy time around our house always full of high spirits and amusing fun filled weekends. My parents were never big on Halloween, but they were big on fall. We decorated with colored leaves, corn, pumpkins and gourds. Our house continually smelled of pumpkin and spice. Mom made all kinds of pies, haystacks, hot cider, oatmeal cookies and candied apples. On the weekends we'd gather with friends and celebrate the season together. Sometimes we'd spend the weekend at a Fall Festival or take a hay ride. There was always lots of music, games, goodies and of course bobbing for apples. And no October was ever complete without watching the Grea...