Kelli L. Moore

Through His Strength, For His Glory

Empty

Sitting limp in the chair, staring out the window, aimlessely seeking peace, a flash of blue flew past. My heart jumped into my throat and my breath caught in the mix. A desperate, pleading prayer of just the word, "please" was uttered from the depths of my pain. I needed it to be a blue jay, so much so that I was terrified to look again for fear that what I had seen was only a mirage of sorts. Having just pleaded with God for a drink in the midst of the dry, cracked emptiness of my soul, it was ... read more

And then I cried

Three and half months ago I received devastating news. On her way home from college, a beloved young woman from our community was in a horrific accident. At first, the danger to her life was extreme. Even when she became semi stable, there was a huge possibility of permanent damage to her body that would keep her from being the independent and adventurous woman she had always been. Weeks turned into months. One surgery became five and then more and more and more. As a mother my heart was broken ... read more

Goofy but Good

John Prine was correct, "It is a big old goofy world."  As I reflect on the last two, my thoughts are dominated by experiences with the people of this big old goofy world. Yesterday two women celebrated birthdays. These women have been positive models and steadfast, wise, kind, encouraging friends to me. All I can think is how deeply grateful I am that we ended up in the same place at the same time so that we could build our friendship. They have both made my world better by showing me truth, ... read more

How Could It Possibly Be Well With My Soul?

Sometimes I feel like a dirty, stinking liar. When I sing, “It Is Well With My Soul”, and my heart is hurting so badly I think it might burst, I think to myself, “why am I even singing?” Today while listening to music and just trying to worship God and relieve some burdens, I heard myself singing and had that exact thought. Even after the song was over, I was still trying to figure out how I could sing it with belief in my heart. I was really wondering how the author, who had just lost all of ... read more

Good Enough

Nothing I do is ever good enough. Ever. At least as far as I am concerned. No one has ever said to me, “That entry is so ugly.” Yet, almost every time I complete a Bible journaling page I hate it. I pick it apart easily and quickly. Often, I then spend hours trying to figure out how I can make it better. Rarely, am I able to fix it in the ways I wish. Many times, however, when I come back to that page a few days later, I am able to see the good in it. I am able to find bits and pieces that I ... read more