In Kristen We Brust

hi. homecoming. the word of my current season. a return to myself. slow. steady. crunchy leaf hearted. a series of God gifted moments has reminded me that reintroduction is more critical that reinvention sometimes. sometimes the parts we pray we have are the parts we already have. we just need silence and time to dust them off. listening is just as important as talking. how much do you listen to your sweet soul rhythm? what does it tell you? what do you love? how do you love? you matter. your heart matters. your calling, your breath, your quiet world. it all matters so much. i love you. excessively.  “the words you share become the house you live in” let's hold each other in seasons of change and graciously assume the most of each other and ourselves. onward. one dusted off breath at a time. welcome home, you crazy beautiful human you! xoxo :::kb

God bless you Uvalde, Texas and every heartbeat Heaven gained from you this week. whew. a heavy and layered world. grieving, learning, rerouting, grieving some more. learning to navigate, oh and then learning to navigate the navigation. are. we. tired. or. what. grab every single one of your feelings, come in and curl up. let's just sit. it's ok to not be ok. and even if that's as much as we know, we have a place to start. stay safe. stay compassionate. stay connected. pinky swear ok? ok.  i love you. too much. xoxo.

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. 

Volume doesn’t mean truth. Opinions are the new virus ••• the noise is at all time high and popular people suddenly got magical expert powers—plus you’ve got discerning to do over your family, workload, health. Lord hear our prayers. Let's turn down alllllll the volume, and let’s talk real about the house party noise level that is 2020.  We’ve got more choices and more freedoms than we know. And it all starts with who gets muted. You aren’t alone, boo boo. Get in here. Let’s find some truth. xoxo ::: kb. 

The world is messy and our pasts and our hair is too but guess what? You are promised a new morning, a new start, and a hairbrush anytime you need one, sis. It all starts with that beautiful gut of yours. I’m not talking the lbs COVID brought. I’m talking that brilliant intuition of yours. That strong striking discernment that will help you gain balance and healing beyond your dreams.  Get in here. Cozy up. Let’s talk about it all. You are more than the holes you hold tight to. And I’m going to love you through it all. xoxo kb

Hands in on three y’all! We are going to make it. No for real. I promise. I’m taking a minute to talk the real about darkness of depression, that sneaky little sucker, and how to take back the hope with superhero strength. It can be done because we are not finished here friends. Only getting started. Stay strong. Stay real. Stay real strong. ilysm. xoxo kb     

A heart to heart with one of my very best friends. Two of the OG wheat field dancers ((story in episode)) talk joy, harvest, and life abundant. We share the frustration of failed harvest and the secret gifts of bum crops. We also share stories from the baby delivery room and clogging. If you ever what sums up our friendship::: it’s that. delivery rooms and clogging. Laney is a mama, a wife, and a genuine daughter of our King. Also the most hilarious human. We like our chats with extra gluten, our bread without.  Peace. Love. Wheat. 

Pattern lovers anonymous captain here! A PSA for the people :::  patterns belong on wardrobe and not on your relationships. It’s the time to surf your inner workings to identify what no longer serves you. So while patterns are totally acceptable on your throw pillows, trenches, and scarves, they are not welcome in your spiral moments of self doubt. Your old pattens are so last season. Hop in. Dig deep. Find something that fits. You owe you, boo. 

Y’all know it’s real real when there are tears and Akon in one episode ••• It’s an hour of three friends in open chick chat. A deep dive into a safe space where we talk intentional next steps, filing a missing person report for the old us, and why the new version is enlightened and able. The world is reinventing itself. You can too. Also, smack that. xoxo. 

Checking facts and saving brands. Your brand, their brand, the world brand. Changing the world and gut checking. It’s a safe place here, but it’s a big space on purpose. We’ve got to work inside of it. A space where we look in before we act out. Be the change, make the change. Get in here. But don’t forget your sugar, sugar! 

“Black Lives Matter.” And other complete sentences like “I love you.“   

It’s our kick start to alignment starting with a deep dive into your vision. A dream seed planted you are dying to water, digging up and replanting hope, and learning your reinvention starts today. It may sound like a cheesy self help rally in a hotel ballroom, but I assure you it’s a safe spot, and, well, cry with me please so I’m less alone. Ok? Ok. Let’s live limitless and without expiration. I’m feeling it, y’all. 

Are you ready or not?  Your right to stay closed is always your right. Your right to “not”. Your right to be ready. We talk about how grounded we’ve become in our being “socially grounded”.  As always, I encourage you to follow your gut. You know when and how and if and yes and no thank you. Trust that you’ve fed that with times of still and laser focus. Times to dwell in your gut feelings ((or God’s urge)). You are allowed to venture out. You are allowed to stay in. Allowed to feel like home is sacred now is ok. Do not mask your emotions. Only your face. As the world opens, do you?

This little wonder was my very favorite co-host ever.  She also spilled the beans on all my non-highlight mamahood fails ::: awesome. She included a tale of “salt legend ate from under the sink” ((also known as a cascade pod)). True failure and raw real words straight from the 32 pounder herself.   For four years I’ve said I want to be Love when I grow up. In this episode I’m reminded of exactly why.    Fearless. Full. Hysterical. Welcome to my life and the long promised WWLD episode. What Would Love Do? she // it would do so much for the world. 

Guess who’s back. Back again. KB is back. Tell yo friends. This week has tricks & treats for putting on your rally caps on. IJN3 + living life in less extremes while navigating, well ... extremes. Thanks for pulling me out of the valley. You are special. Time to rally. xoxo KB. 

This week pinpointing the emotion is a lot like pinpointing the craving ::: can’t be done so just eat it all? Kidding kind of. The feelings are hard to lock down. So I’m feeling ((and eating)) it all. I basically told my son he’d have his day in court. Not proud. Just real. And I answered a few of your questions which was way fun. So grab your styrofoam cups and your best cardigan. Get in here you sweet things. Let’s grow old together. 

Greetings from the leader of the alabaster Kardashian cartel. I’m exhausted. Maybe too tired to be scared is a good thing. Maybe a Holy Week is the perfect time to remember why it’s good to rest and resurrect. Get in here. Learn the sixth love language. Let’s cuddle up and be honest. 

As social distancing moves to sheltering in place and the “task” turns into the new normal. The thin patience and the anxiety of navigating newness in our own humanness.    We are talking the infectious anxiety of the infection. We are talking carving out something sacred in something scary. And we are talking help. I know I’m allergic to it too. Oh, by “we” I mean “I” bc I’m hunkered. Come on in and cozy up, buttercups. 

In this episode we talk about contagious hope. About the uncertainty and the living in the middle. These are crazy times to navigate on so many levels. Let’s curl up and get through this together. The solidarity in the pandemic is beautiful if we allow the space for it. Also i suck at accents. So love me through this one please. Ok? Ok. 

Social distancing. The one thing I’m actually an expert in. #thatSAHMlife y’all.  And bc of my recovering OCD, I’m also passionate about hand washing. So here we are. Some changes yes, like my husband being home. Suddenly everyone is a stay at home mom. Including husbands and well, everyone. It’s an adjustment.  As with anything toxic in our lives, time & space is needed. And if we are being honest ::: a good scrubbing. So don’t let fear reign. Warm water. Good soap. Sing happy birthday twice. Then get in here.  But also stay 6ft away. Ok? Ok.  ilysm. 

We tuck in our Mean Girls series with valuable advice, prayer and some tears. real, real, real talk. You are SO LOVED. And I don’t commission from you being a Christian so come on in. Amy Green, LCSW, IMH-E, PMH-C, is the Founder & Executive Director of The Rooted Bridge and Owner & Founder of Nashville Collaborative Counseling Center sets us up for life in love, lived well, fully. 

Prayer request from my Nashville heart to yours. 

We are all searching for love, acceptance, companionship. Even Regina George. Amy Green, LCSW, IMH-E, PMH-C, is the Founder & Executive Director of The Rooted Bridge and Owner & Founder of Nashville Collaborative Counseling Center. Amy joins us to chat boundaries, parenting well through current childhood influences, what’s at the heart of the mean girl turmoil. Bullies don’t stand a chance because this episode peels back the layers and makes room for Regina ::: with appropriate boundaries of course.

You remember your first. You remember your last. It’s time we talk openly about mean girls ((&boys)). It’s time Regina George moves into recovery. It’s time. Snuggle up. Get honest. Get kind. xx kb 

It’s been a minute and well, we just need a solid deep look into each other’s eyes so here we are. Our fifth date. The one where we talk what really makes us who we are. The one where you decide if you still want to date me. The one when you snuggled up with me spilling my emotional beans. Thanks for being here and thanks for giving a girl with a big fat dream, a big fat chance. xx kb. 

Life is short. Your time is valuable. Tags are endless. IG stories are not always for real. Let's promise each other to stay insta-honest. Thanks for following along. I know you have got a choice, and I love you here. But #really. Screens down. Pinkies up. Cheers to a cleaner social media life!

If you are feeling lost in chaos. If it feels noisy and it’s felt lonely, I’m going to need you to fire up this episode ::: like now. It’s time to soak in the gifts of time, friendship, and love. And maybe it’s a time of refinement in what that means to you. Weed out the Regina Georges. Get out of Target. Meet Amanda.

Dedicated to the independent girls, this is a real REAL chat. Marriage is tough, but could we be the hard part? Yikes, I know but also ::: maybe. Insert nervous face. Vulnerability, yep the V-word, can be our biggest ((& scarcest)) tool to better relationships. If you are a tough cookie, we’ve created a space and a plan for you. Get in here girl! 

The rebuilding of life after heartbreak. What seems like an implosion of heart and trust, slowly builds into the promise of light and the depth of friendship. All while learning about what happy, happy hour truly is. The come back of well, a decade. Meet my Taylor. My sister that found herself more herself after the promise of a ring lost its promise. Are you the next #taylor365? I can promise you are.

Every piece of this project is done with the greatest of intention. Every word. Every note. Every heart. The heartbeats behind the theme beats are two of the rarest and best. True girls girls. A real who-run-the-world dream team. The theme song was written by Leah Turner and Jessica Cayne. Leah, “sissy,” is my soul on fire and the epitome of God gifting sisters by grace and less by blood. Our family tree is rooted in the realest of life. Jessica is a fellow Capricorn, and the two created an "empire state of mind" vibe that makes me feel like this space is a headquarters.