Hi, I’m Kendra. I’m a Christ-follower and writer; wife to Jordan and mom to Hadley, Adrienne, and Maximus.
That’s the simple version.
I write here to work through the more complicated:
I’m fiercely independent and learning daily what it means to live dependent on Christ and married to an imperfect husband.
I welcomed motherhood with some reluctance and have to fight for honesty, repentance, and joy in the midst of it.
I’m a truth-teller and a question-asker. I believe in having the uncomfortable conversations, in shining light where darkness keeps us enslaved.
I want to be a bridge for women who feel like they don’t fit. For those of us who are strong and sometimes loud, ambitious and restless; and for those of us who are bleeding in the corners, certain we are forever unclean.
Christian culture mocks the elusive search for self, but I know I’m not the only woman who’s sifting through the rules of the church and culture trying to figure out who I actually am. And I’ve learned in the process that the search for self can’t be separated from the search for God. The more I come to know God, the more I grow to understand myself.
I write here to extend an invitation–to myself, first and foremost, but also to you–to life lived coram Deo–before God’s face, not because we have figured everything out or are finally “healed,” but because, in Christ, we are beloved daughters who need not cower in the shadows. I write to invite us into the life God intends for us, lived in view of his mercies, united to Christ and anchored in the Scriptures: a life marked by joy, courage, and freedom.
I write to process life in light of the gospel in hopes that I might be an example of God’s perfect patience and mercy. To him be the glory.
Teaching & Speaking
I welcome opportunities to serve local churches as a speaker and bible teacher for women’s events. I enjoy teaching from passages of Scripture, and I’ve addressed such topics as a woman’s identity, being anchored in Scripture, hermneutics/bible study methods, motherhood, freedom from shame, community, experiencing grace, abortion and healing, single parenthood, comparison, miscarriage and grief, and more.
More of my story
I was raised in an evangelical Christian home, including ten years at an Evangelical Free church, four years of rigorous legalism in an Independent Baptist church (where I was baptized), two years of “seeker sensitivity” at a Southern Baptist church, and two internships at an emergent church in Los Angeles during my summers in college, with some involvement with Cru sprinkled throughout my university experience. I graduated college having forsaken my faith. Angry at God’s unachievable standards, I fashioned a Jesus that suited my social and political aims and rejected orthodox notions of church and Christianity. I embraced a gospel of social justice and began working in a liberal campaign office. An unplanned pregnancy just a few months out of college prompted a move back home and a shift in plans, but my confused theology and residual anger kept me far from the church for nearly three years.
It’s only by God’s grace that I found myself sitting in the congregation of a small Acts 29 church plant seven years ago. There, I heard the gospel preached for what felt like the first time. The pastor claimed that Jesus offered me a life where I could stop trying so hard. My Christian experience, however, knew only of endless striving and inevitable failure. Later that week, I opened my bible to Romans and began reading in chapter one. Paul’s description of humanity brought me to tears. I was confronted by the wretchedness of my sin and the justice of God’s wrath towards me. I saw myself in those pages–one who had exchanged the truth about God for lies, who was given up to all manners of unrighteousness, deserving of death and condemnation. But still, I could only fathom a righteousness I was to earn for myself. I knew only of the “try-harder-do-better” Christian life in which I was a continual disappointment. I remained cautious. I continued to attend the church and joined a small group where my daughter and I were welcomed as family. There, I found a safe place to begin to confess and work through my misconceptions and distrust, towards God and Christians.
Over the process of several months, the Lord graciously exposed my sinfulness and his holiness. I came to understand my inability to save myself and recognized my desperate need for rescue, available only through Jesus Christ. I read The Jesus Storybook Bible to my daughter; it was the first I’d seen the Bible as one story finding its fulfillment in Christ, not a list of isolated rules and commands. I began to devour Scripture, eager to find the truth I’d missed all those years in church. There was plenty of theology to unlearn–I’d spent years believing the gospel was, “Follow the rules!” or “Follow your dreams!” or “Work towards social justice!” This gospel was the first that was truly good news to be received and believed, not worked for, and it is the one that ultimately changed my life: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.