True Story: I loathe the sound of my voice and the way my nose looks on camera so I can’t believe we are really doing this, but… TOMORROW NIGHT (Tuesday, 6/27) at 8:30pm EST, my husband and I will be on Facebook Live, and we’d love for you to join us!
We will be talking about “What do you do when life doesn’t go as planned?” and will go from 8:30-9:15pm and it’ll be a mix of talking, sharing our life experiences & lessons, and fielding some Q&A.
Find me on Facebook either by searching for Krista Ortiz (or by clicking here)
I look forward to meeting you!
(To note: My husband will be the handsome one with all the right answers. I’ll be the one rocking back and forth in fetal position and trying not to have a panic attack. #RealTalk)
Those are the words I spoke to a woman, whose marriage was rapidly deteriorating.
I watched as my words landed. Observing her eyes widen, and her mouth open as if to protest, but nothing came out. She looked shell-shocked at my brashness. Confused, how a woman like myself, that is such proof of God’s miraculous restoration, could say such a thing to her. It’s not at all how she expected me to respond.
But for the record, I’m not the least bit sorry about it.
Continue reading I’m sorry, but your perfectly restored marriage will never be handed to you.
Last week, I found myself gasping for breath as I wept. Deep and heavy and messy mourning, like something died. Like something died a long time ago, but I didn’t grieve… Like, I never allowed myself to grieve.
Never, in a million years, did I expect the tears to come.
I’m alright, I thought. I just need a little fresh air, a nap, maybe a podcast or something, I said, thinking that would lift my spirits after a series of off-days last week.
But as I sat listening to the downpour outside my window that day, I realized for the first time in a long time, it was so much deeper than that. It’s as if I had been running so hard and so fast from something, for so long, and on that dark and rainy day, it – finally – all caught up with me.
You could hear my cries down the hallway.
Continue reading You don’t have to run from your feelings in the name of faith, anymore.
I’m not going to lie, God (often) has to put me in my place. And none more harsh than when it comes to my daughter.
…My 5 year-old ninja-turtle-loving daughter.
When it comes to my child, I have felt God’s correction most severe. His words to me almost cutting, even reprimanding at times. And what I’ve come to realize is it’s because God is fiercely protective of my daughter.
(God told me to tell you, He’s fiercely protective of you as well!)
Continue reading What my daughter taught me about a jealous God
There’s this trait that will one day bring you to your knees about God. I know, because it happened to me this week…
There on my knees, I found myself, tears streaming from my eyes. Partly in shock, but more than anything, unashamedly grateful.
…Grateful, for a God who goes before me.
Continue reading The one thing that will bring you to your knees about God
I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I have no idea what my life will look like a week from now… a month from now… heck, don’t get me started on a year from now!
Even still, I mean it when I say this, never in my life have I ever been more certain of this: that smack dab in the middle of this uncertainty is exactly where God wants me to be.
(But that’s about all I’m certain of these days.)
Continue reading The only thing I am certain of (and it’s not a whole lot)
Your life is wrong. You’re all alone… a reject. You, are useless.
Those are the words I’ve been hearing over these last few weeks. Oftentimes so clear, it nearly stops me in my tracks.
To be honest, it’s why I haven’t written these past couple weeks. (Sigh* I’m sorry about that, friends.)
But I’ve made the decision to write, given the chance that some of you reading have felt the same sting of words this week. Cruel words, that have left you defeated and questioning if what you are doing will ever work. Haunting and hurtful words, that follow you everywhere and have you wondering if they are true (and if they’re not, then what is?)
If that’s you today, I’m here to tell you two things: The voice that is belittling you isn’t God… And you’re NOT what you are hearing.
Continue reading You’re NOT what you are hearing
I don’t know about you, but I’ve had THE WORST attitude for the last 7+ days. Just ask my husband.
I don’t know if it was the 31 days I spent alone with a puppy and a preschooler, or the move we just made to New York City, or the fact that we are currently living in a one bedroom apartment with nothing more than two air mattresses and a makeshift table made from an Amazon Prime box. But I’ve been a snappy, dare I say, b*tchy, ball of anxiety — And God put me in my place about it yesterday.
To be honest, I’ve been kind of avoiding my Bible this week. Sure, you could say I was busy, that I had ‘valid excuses’ with moving and all, but I could feel God nudging me to spend some time with Him, promising that if I did, I might find some relief or even better, an attitude change. But each time I turned Him away.
….But then last week happened.
Continue reading What has you acting so desperate?
We’re moving to NYC this weekend. And as I was packing, I was reminded of one of the most profound memories I have while living in South Carolina — the day God told me, that one day, I was going to thank Him for my suffering.
(And He was right.)
You’re going to thank Him for yours as well…
Continue reading You’re going to say thanks for the suffering
Confession: This week I almost gave up – literally, the day before – God was about to provide exactly what I’ve been so desperately praying for.
I’ve probably written about a million different things that I’ve needed God to do on this blog, but this week we desperately needed God to give us a New York City Apartment.
I don’t say this lightly, finding an apartment in Manhattan is among the Top 5 Most Stressful Things We’ve Done, to date. And for those of you who’ve followed my blog for a while, you know we ain’t weak sauce around here — We’ve survived marital dysfunction, mental illness, and a mice infestation to name a few! And yet, finding a Manhattan apartment cripples me and makes me cry every single time.
But I’m not the only one who has needed something specific from God this week. Maybe for you, finding an apartment in the heart of NYC would be a cakewalk considering what you’re up against today, and that desperate need of yours has been at the forefront of your mind all week.
Understand, that no matter how big or small what we need from God is: 1. God will do what He promised (He always does!) but, 2. Randomly awful and chaotic things will happen while we wait (they always do!)
— and the closer you get to the pay off, the more crazy it will be!
Continue reading On the Day Before Your Deliverance