I met such a beautiful person this weekend. Her name is Kristy and her lifestyle and testimony drew me in and unraveled some peace in me.
Her house is perfectly lived in, her kids raised with guidance, grace, and freedom, her husband divides free time with her so she can spend time surfing with friends (she’s better than most guys on the beach), and she doesn’t seem to care much about things being a certain way. It was refreshing to see how she was–laid back and willing to tell her story and listen to others. She could have been a supermodel but she became so much more–someone who prays before she steps into the surf, someone who models a simple and fun life for herself, for her husband, and for her children, someone who spoke volumes of truth into my life without even knowing it.
I’m reminded of Erma Bombeck and Anne Morrow Lindbergh, two women who knew what it meant to “be”. Kristy just got added to that list.
