<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[KristyHorine]]></title><description><![CDATA[Kristyhorine]]></description><link>https://www.kristyhorine.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2026 00:37:14 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.kristyhorine.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry: Baking Mountains]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by an Image Bearer of the Living God. A narrative poem dedicated to a woman named Bruce whose heart never quite left the mountains. It was the middle of February when she got the call. Back home, [she just knew] the men would be shaking their heads at digging into the frozen earth; The women would move to the wardrobe,             Fetch the laid-by clothes,             The hand-tatted lace,             The age-smoothed brooch,             The coins that clinked together             in...]]></description><link>https://www.kristyhorine.com/post/baking-mountains</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3c48d64335688184468951</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Jun 2026 21:15:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464b6e_b3aaca29c8a74bc6b0cdae37671dba92~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>snorkelgirl</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Story Telling: Not with the Wisdom of Words]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by an Image Bearer of the Living God Not With the Wisdom of Words “For Christ did not send me to baptize, but to preach the gospel, not with the wisdom of words, lest the cross of Christ should be made of no effect.”1 Corinthians 1:17 (NKJV) I can remember the first time I officially shared the gospel. I was pumping gas at a Chevron station on the corner of Russell Cave and New Circle back in the late nineties. It was cold and evening had come. A woman pulled up on the opposite side...]]></description><link>https://www.kristyhorine.com/post/story-telling-not-with-the-wisdom-of-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695dd3241db7a40263498d3f</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2026 03:33:49 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464b6e_4690bf27d6e046b88634a90a47486658~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>snorkelgirl</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Story Telling: Obedience, Trust and the Snapping Turtle Man]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by an Image Bearer of the Living God Obedience, Trust and the Snapping Turtle Man I like to travel back roads. Those winding roads where I’m more likely to meet a tractor going 25 than a semi going 80. That’s just how I roll. Kinda slow-like, past mossy ponds and cow pastures, through tree tunnels, around asphalt bends, over culverts through which flow creeks and cricks and branches once named but now forgotten. I tried to go home via back roads after church of a Sunday, but there...]]></description><link>https://www.kristyhorine.com/post/story-telling-obedience-trust-and-the-snapping-turtle-man</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695dd1bc78dbc4a291725042</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2026 03:28:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464b6e_4690bf27d6e046b88634a90a47486658~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>snorkelgirl</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry: There Be Dragons]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by an Image Bearer of the Living God The Beginning - The Dragon Part Berwyn started the dragon crafting. The young one saw a video, wanted to replicate what she saw, and before I knew it, I had dragons covering my kitchen table.  That's how it goes. First comes dragons, then comes poetry. I know not what comes next.  But that's okay.  Sometimes, a girl just needs a dragon. Or four. There Be Dragons - The Poetry Part We craft the dragons at the kitchen table - we being the least one...]]></description><link>https://www.kristyhorine.com/post/exploring-the-art-of-creative-writing-techniques</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695d79e8d99f03f79cefc1c1</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2026 21:08:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464b6e_763d2c9b63414a54a01ef707932bf7d4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>snorkelgirl</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Story Telling: Move the Knob]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by an Image Bearer of the Living God Move the Knob We sat on an old patchwork quilt spread out on bright green summer grass. “We” included me, my daughter, and a duck. Two red plastic plates held the remnants of our bologna and cheese sandwiches, carrot sticks and puddles of ranch dressing. The duck rested in my daughter’s lap, politely declining a nibble of carrot, but keen on leftover bread crusts.  We’d just entered the second summer of our global pandemic years -- that hard time...]]></description><link>https://www.kristyhorine.com/post/blogging-tips-to-enhance-your-writing-skills</link><guid isPermaLink="false">695d79e5893b8ca0edfd4e5b</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2026 21:08:53 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/464b6e_4690bf27d6e046b88634a90a47486658~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>snorkelgirl</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>