A grace-shaped Christmas
Where Faith Is Healed, Not Performed
Merry Christmas, friend.
As this year comes to a close, I’ve found myself reflecting—on the joy, the stretching, and the quiet formation that happens over time.
This year marked 23 years of marriage for Jeremy and me, and just as many years serving together in vocational ministry. We celebrated weddings and graduations, welcomed our first grandchild, and continued a life shaped by faith, family, and calling.
A lifetime in the American evangelical church brings both beauty and bruising. It offers purpose and community—and it also asks something of us. Eventually, we all face the choice between bitterness and growth.
In recent years, I’ve sensed a deep shift taking place. People are naming things they once buried. Women are disentangling fear from faith and choosing honesty over performance.
It’s uncomfortable for some, but to me, it feels like a necessary kind of revival.
My own path has been marked by legalism, people-pleasing, trauma, and healing. And it’s why I write what I write now—to help Christian women silence shame-shaped religious narratives so they can love, live, and lead from grace rather than guilt.
Thank you for being here. Your presence truly matters to me.
As the year turns, I’ll continue writing about faith without fear, leadership without shame, and the grace that meets us in real life—right where we are.
Merry Christmas!
Here’s to another grace-shaped year.
Veritas et gratia,
Kristy 💐