Kimm Crandall

Kimm Crandall

A mother of four and an avid sinner, Kimm Crandall is never short on examples of how God has flooded her with the excessive grace that the gospel brings. Kimm’s desire is to bring the much-needed Gospel to other women who are searching for Christ in the chaos of life.

Posts by Kimm Crandall:

The Gospel for the Weak Mom

“I thought parenting was going to portray my strengths, never realizing God had ordained it to reveal my weaknesses.” —Dave Harvey 106 degrees. I stood leaning against the port-a-potty dutifully eating a Lunchables, trying not to taste the smell that […]

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It Really is Finished

As a mom, there is never a night that I go to bed with my work done. I have yet to lay my head down on my pillow at the end of the day and say “My work here is finished.” […]

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The Absorbing Power of the Gospel

“A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.” —Proverbs 15:1 We live in a fallen world in which we daily experience the pain and destruction of sin. There is anger, back biting, disappointment, impatience, selfishness, […]

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The First “I Love You”

“We love because he first loved us.” —John 4:19 I remember the day my dad first told me that he loved me. He sat in the worn recliner, crying. His father was dying. At eighteen, I didn’t know what to […]

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A Faith That Never Fails

“If we are faithless, he remains faithful— for he cannot deny himself.” —2 Timothy 2:13 Unshakable Faith vs. Hanging by a Thread Faith Over the summer my family was invited to enjoy a day of water sports and boating on […]

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In Light of Grace

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” (John 8:12) “Mommy, you have to leave the hall light on.” “Yes […]

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What is Grace?

The Guilt of Sin “Shut up!” How childish that sounds coming from a mother of four. Immature, cutting words passed through my lips, taking flight as they hit the air, piercing my eight-year-old’s tender heart. Before I knew it the […]

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Grace and Freedom

A Love at Bay As I sat behind home plate watching my eight-year-old swing at a wild pitch, my heart was suffocating in my sin. I didn’t want to be at his baseball game, and my struggle to love my […]

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