In Kristen We Brust Kristen Brust

it’s a week so soak in the Holy Hope. 
it’s the phrase around iKwB headquarters this week:::
“sorry i can’t. it’s Holy week.”
 
a week without rush or any extra “yes”. a week to dig in the garden dirt, boil eggs, hunt down butter lambs ((iykyk)). a week to create a Holy feast menu. a week to rest in traditions and sacredness of the ones before us. a week to plant hope in your tired heart because we have the ultimate gift of knowing how this week ends ((or doesn’t end and never will)), for He is Risen indeed. 
 
the gift our weary world is thirsting for ::: 
hope + redemption + life. 
 
a week to anchor in your heartbeats. rejoicing in the heartbeat that gave it all for us. abundance given, life taken. 

which came first the the chicken or the swipe up?
we are working in reverse because yall loved the abundant truth in “over overconsumption”. so why do we over consume? let’s dig into learning your style, learning your body, trusting your beautiful gut. your gut is a gift. yes ma’am // sir! you heard me. that gut, whether its decked in abs or carrying a few extra lbs, it’s freaking beautiful. and the way you nurture your discernment and your body matters. so let’s dig in and let’s dig out. i’ve got you boo. from morning still to bedtime madness. let’s simplify your closet, your core. less is the new black forever.  

the world wants us to consume more. calories, products, feelings. we are taking back our peace with solid no’s, less swipes, and food on actual plates. yes. putting food on a plate matters. over consuming is tricky and easy. now get in here and let’s teamwork. declutter your soul, belly, closet ::: gain all the clarity. 
 

get in here and let’s chat about how we are going to baby step ourselves back to the way we’ve been created••• bold. new steps all in caps lock and big, bold knowing. a big, bold confidence. you deserve to live it all so well and so strong. let me word hug you. xoxo 

so much shame and guilt we carry while we navigate life being human. it’s time to pick up some of your own baggage and really decide if it’s serving you well ::: my guess is “nah boo”. so let’s start taking those dark times and giving them a brick shape. start paving your way with those bricks, those times that brought you to who you are today. that walk is about ownership + forgiveness. for no one else but you. so start here. with me and let’s talk about beautiful you. 

to every One of you. 
 
to my “dallas mama” Pammy.  for your steadfast caretaking and true love. for walking with me. for your mama•ness for me. in every single chapter. but especially in this loss. for teaching me immeasurable real love. 
 
for our “tutu”, Julie. your midnight drives, endless tear collecting, and  taco bell platters. for all the things. for all the years but especially 2017. loveship. 
 
for my bf, jana that stood in dark with me trying to shed light. your brave sharing gave my baby a life here even without ever taking a breath earth side. for life boo boo. for life. 
 
for my momo // auntie momo, monica. that paid way too much to get to me on a last minute plane. weathering out the “wait to lose”. to wear matching shoes and be the most fun human while i stayed in the fog. 
 
and mostly for my sweet Baby Lion. you have changed me. you have unearthed things in me from heaven i could have never known. ’m unafraid because of you. until our someday my sweet One. 1//17//17
 
for these pillars of my story and to every pillar of yours. 
 
for your brave love and brave bodies. for your hearts, here and heaven. 
 
One in three women suffer loss in miscarriage. i am One. 
 
i love yall too much.  xoxo
:::kb.