I have already opened the door before you make it up the steps. I look in your eyes as you tell me about life and I want to know how you’re doing, like really doing. Sure I want our conversation to be fun and light, and still I want us to be real and talk about the hard things too. I want you to feel at home.

As new friends and all, I would like to tell you I have outgrown some things, but truth is—

I am still the girl whose palms sweat with awkward first time introductions, so let’s skip that! 

I am still the girl who likes to jump in deep—I’ll reserve my advice and hear your heart. 

I am still the girl who is an instant friend and keeper of the sacred—I love to make you laugh. 

I am still a girl, mom, wife, sister, friend, who lives in a houseful of boys and knows how it feels to walk as a woman in this world.

I am still the girl who wrestles big with receiving the abundant grace of God.   

I am  still the girl who has walked through the fires and emerged stronger—only with God. 

I’m still the girl who will take the adventure and fight fear the whole way.

I’m still the girl who loves shennanigans, making memories, and the magical pull of water.

I am still the impatient girl who longs to grow the way-down-deep roots. The grounded roots she can feel emerge when the hard things in life hit and turn our world upside down.

I am still the girl to Raise a Hallelujah, Praise in the Storm, and dare to reveal my anger to God in the seemingly unknown, unfair, and unjust.

I am still the girl who is learning not to reserve her fire—that it won’t burn those around me, but it will light the way.

I am still the girl who wants you to know, as I surrender to this most beautiful and radical truth myself—God delights in you. 

welcome home friend, come as you are.


Michelle is immersed in a wildly beautiful and unexpected life as mom to a crew of boys. Her oldest son prayed big for a sibling, and God answered big with a set of quadruplets! Overnight they switched to a zone defense and a spilling-over-full life. A life she wouldn’t have known to ask for, but that has felt like coming home all along. She is married to a good guy who likes to build her things and keeps her heart light.  Home with her crew is a sweet town in the far west suburbs of Chicago. When she’s not writing on paper scraps and the back of receipts while waiting in the carpool line, you’ll find a space she’s carved out in the online world at and on instagram @michellekrolwrites, where she tells the sanctifying story of cultivating a deeply rooted home. 

Michelle contributes to Million Praying Moms (formerly The MOB Society) blog and Pray the Word Journal (which comes out quarterly). She has been featured on For Every Mom and treasures her writing community, hope*writers.