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    I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
    And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.

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    oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.

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A Time for Everything

June 10, 2011

Just a few weeks ago we celebrated had celebrated her 90th birthday and yesterday I watched, as she breathed her last. And while the Lord was calling my husband’s grandmother home after a long, full life, there is mourning that must take place: remembrance of the memories she created and articulation of the legacy that she leaves. Her spirit. Her humor. Her family.

Three words echoed in my head.

Stop.

Grieve.

Breathe.

I feel as though we have lost the art of grieving in western culture. What happened to taking time to mourn? Taking time to digest, process and express. We think of a full life as one that is jam-packed with success, accomplishments and honours but perhaps a full life is one where we simply take time-

Time to be born, and time to die
time to plant and time to pluck up what is planted;
time to kill and time to heal;
time to breakdown and time to build up’
time to weep and time to laugh
time to mourn and time to dance;
time to cast away stones, and time to gather stones together;
time to embrace and time to refrain from embracing;
time to seek and time to lose;
time to keep and time to cast away;
time to tear and time to sew;
time to keep silence and time to speak;
time to love and time to hate;
time for war and time for peace.

Time for Peace – you will be missed Grandma Marion but your legacy lives on.

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  • About Me

    Hi, I’m Krista.

    Strategic communicator and storyteller.

    I am the wife of a very talented musician who takes me around the world in pursuit of excellence. Mama to Jakob, Audrey and Ella, who just happens to have Down Syndrome.
    And an aspiring disciple of Jesus, defender of the oppressed, writer, graphic designer and photographer.

    I write and speak on navigating through the fog of life…you know, when things don’t go exactly as planned and am fuelled by a passion to amplify the voices of those on the margins…
    oh, and coffee…lots of coffee.

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