This isn’t a platform.

It’s an altar.

I didn’t start Altared Words to teach or lead. I started it because I needed somewhere to lay it all down.

Faith doesn’t always look like praise hands and pretty devotionals. Sometimes it looks like silence. Sometimes it sounds like a scream. Sometimes it’s barely breathing but believing anyway.

This is a space for that kind of faith.

The kind that survives loss. The kind that wrestles with God in the dark. The kind that doesn’t always make it to Sunday service but still hopes He’s near. The kind that questions, confesses, surrenders, and tries again.

Why “Altared”?

Because everything here is a kind of offering. Something honest laid down before God.

The spelling is intentional. Words altered. Self altered. Life altered.

This space is both a sacrifice and a transformation. A place to say the truth out loud, even when it’s not pretty. Especially when it’s not pretty.

You won’t find easy answers here.

But you will find:

- Truth that costs something
- Honesty without shame
- Worship that looks like surrender
- Grace for the ones still healing

If you’ve ever felt too angry, too tired, too broken, or too unfinished to be “spiritual”...
You belong here.
This faith may be messy, but it’s still holy.

Welcome to Altared Words.

About Kristin

I’m Kristin, a writer, overthinker, and not-so-soft Christian. I wrestle with faith, grief, silence, and surrender, and I write it down.

I don’t have all the answers, but I believe God can handle the real version of us. So that’s what I bring here.

These are the words I’ve laid down. I hope they meet you in whatever mess you’re carrying, too.

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