Top 30 Kristin Armstrong Quotes

When we focus on our gratitude, the tide of disappointment goes out and the tide of love rushes in.

We either live with intention or exist by default.

No matter who is watching or paying the paycheck, we are ultimately each our own boss.

The best thing to do when you find yourself in a hurting or vulnerable place is to surround yourself with the strongest, finest, most positive people you know.

The things I write about are the things that I am passionate about, interested in, and fighting for in my life.

I want to be intentional about my freedom – in choosing it, honoring it, and protecting it. One of the best feelings I know is feeling truly free.

Whether I’m running, working, relating, parenting, learning – whatever I’m doing, I want to surround myself with people who push me.

Circumstances in life often take us places that we never intended to go. We visit some places of beauty, others of pain and desolation.

One of the best things about good mothers is that they remind their children to take care of themselves.

When the seasons shift, even the subtle beginning, the scent of a promised change, I feel something stir inside me. Hopefulness? Gratitude? Openness? Whatever it is, it’s welcome.

Disappointment is a sticky one, because no one can steal contentment, joy, gratitude, or peace – we have to give it away.

I find significance in all kinds of small details when I run; I’m hyper aware of my surroundings, the sensations in my body, and the thoughts running through my mind. Everything is clearer, heightened.

When we focus on our pain, our ache deepens.

Times of transition are strenuous, but I love them. They are an opportunity to purge, rethink priorities, and be intentional about new habits. We can make our new normal any way we want.

I never imagined that divorce would be part of my life history or my family’s legacy. When people say that divorce can be more painful than death, I understand why. But like any great trial, God uses everything for good, if we allow Him to heal us.

Freedom is not the absence of obligation or restraint, but the freedom of movement within healthy, chosen parameters.

As my children leave the protected parameters of the bay called childhood and enter the wavier seas of adolescence, I’m starting to get seasick.

I think, as most of us do, I put such high expectations on myself that this spills over onto other people. And not everyone is wired this way. Some people can shrug expectations off their shoulders like a cardigan, remaining cool and breezy. Others wear them like a parka with a stuck zipper, hot and stifling.

I run hills anytime I really have to think.

When everything is moving and shifting, the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. When the surface is wavy, dive deeper for quieter waters.

The time I spend in the morning – praying, sipping coffee, and coming up with my list – is a ritual I relish. I have done it for so long now that I subconsciously measure whether or not the things I’m doing match with what I should be doing, what I want to be doing, and the life I want to live.

Before I got divorced, I was personally unfamiliar with trial, or at least trial of serious, heart-wrenching proportions. I figured that life went smoothly if you tried hard, and if you messed up, or things weren’t working out, you just tried harder.

Running fills the cup that has to pour out for others. Running feeds the soul that has a responsibility to nourish. Running sets the anchor that limits the drift of the day. Running clears the mind that has a myriad of challenges to solve. Running tends to the self so that selfishness can subside.

Life is too sweet and too short to express our affection with just our thumbs. Touch is meant for more than a keyboard.

I think I run my strongest when I run with joy, with gratitude, with focus, with grace.

It’s easy to lose sight of God when life is sweet and easy, but there is something awesome about despair, and it is the closeness of God when we are at our weakest.

When I forget who I am, I remind myself by finding my stride. I remember that I am strong, free, and loved, and that with God’s help I can weather whatever comes.

To me, there is no greater way to achieve clarity than to run alone, or share miles with a trusted friend.

It’s not only moving that creates new starting points. Sometimes all it takes is a subtle shift in perspective, an opening of the mind, an intentional pause and reset, or a new route to start to see new options and new possibilities.

I realize that I am typically vulnerable only when and where and how much it suits me. I can choose my writer words and even go back and edit.