The below poem was written about me many years ago; trusting her words will encourage all who read.
With heartfelt appreciation, I honor you, Ms. Kristin, and will continually share in various dialogues all I see.
You run thru’ the peas in His barefooted glee
In the mountains of spice, you go rompingly free
For you’ve seen full spectrum of the puzzle in pieces
And you dance in the street as His Spirit releases
You run in deep joy, for the vision is strong
And like hurricane winds, you’ll be wafted along
Transported in Him to teach others of His Glory
By metaphor by similitude, unveiling the full story
Like a painter on canvas with colors displayed
You furl out His goodness with bold strokes, all laid
Like a chef who cooked and spread out a great feast
You have filled up your oven and invited even the least
So He fills you with more than you’ve asked, in great measure
You’re His friend, His writer, and you bring Him much pleasure
He inherits through you as you’ve done so through Him
For He lifts you and gifts you, pouring over the brim
For the Father delights, He shows you all things
Still, waters run deep; the morning has wings
You run so unfettered, so unshackled, so free
That His heart will show forth through the you that you be!
In His Love,
Kristin