Kristina’s Faith Story


The most important thing I want people to know when they hear my story, is WHO God is. Who he is through his love and his grace in my life.

I am going to start with my senior year of high school…2009/2010. It was a season in my life that was difficult, but looking back at it, God was there.

During my senior year, I lost 3 friends to suicide. Only 2 short years after losing my friend, Annette, to suicide.

Cody passed away March 10th. He was my best friend. He taught me how to skateboard. He never stopped offering me hugs. He was witty; making anyone around him laugh.

Eric passed away April 20th. He was my classmate and best friends with my friend Nate, which is actually how we met. He did karate with several people who are currently great friends in my life.

Chelsea passed away June 1st, just shy of 2 weeks before our high school graduation. She was a classmate, a friend, and always open to love… and she loved unconditionally.

Through these traumatic events I was diagnosed with temporary PTSD.

I couldn’t sit in a quiet room.

I HATED the dark.

I didn’t want to sleep because the nightmares were so vivid.

Yet, in the midst of all the emotions, God, through His grace, used me to pray his love, his grace, his protection, and his strength over 100+ people at my friend Cody’s Celebration of Life. I got the urge to pray. I nudged my friend Colin, who encouraged me to pray. So I did. God was present, because I listened to his whisper… pray. Pray right now in this moment.

In one of the quiet, peaceful moments of the storm of my life, God showed me Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God.”

High school ended. College rolled in… so did the booze, the guys, the partying, the coping.

All of my anger, rebellion, frustration came out toward God. And yet, in His Grace, he was still using me to build his kingdom. My first college roommate had a messy breakup and said that she wanted to die. I refused to let that happen and told two of the RAs in our building that I didn’t want to come home to a dead roommate.

“Be still and know that I am God…”

God opened a door and gave me a once in a lifetime opportunity to be a student leader to Bulembu, Swaziland, Africa.

My fire, my passion for God, for his people, for his kingdom, all came alive again.

I didn’t even realize it, but God was healing me. He was healing my shattered heart and he took me to Africa to figure it out… TWICE.

The first trip, in 2011, was to start the healing process of losing 3 friends in 18 weeks.

The second trip, in 2013, was to prepare me to be a woman after God’s own heart and to prepare me to be a wife.

Be still…. And know that I AM God.

I fell in love with a man who was, and has never stopped, seeking after God’s own heart. Who showed me what true love and true forgiveness feels like. Who comes to me every. Single. Morning. With a new love and new grace. Who reminds me every single night that I am the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world.

The man who I proclaimed at age 16 that we were going to get married, he just didn’t know it yet. That man is my husband, Ryan.

Now, here I am, in the middle of what God has called my Year of Jubilee.

God isn’t done healing and restoring my life.

He has HEALED me from anxiety.

God is RESTORING my identity, my image in him, and my soul.

Be STILL and know that I am God.