When you feel remembered--when someone acknowledges and leans in, it is so powerful. You feel seen and heard and chosen. There's nothing more deflating than having to introduce yourself to a person for the 49th time, and they have no clue who you are. It feels empty. That's why I love to connect with people--we… Continue reading Forget Me Not
Jack turned one a few Sundays ago. My heart was full with thanks, memories, relief that that first month was not to be relived:). What a beautiful, fun-loving, joyful, strong, funny, determined little one we are blessed with. In the time of postpartum depression, I could never have imagined the beauty of his life and… Continue reading Where does my hope come from?
As I looked toward this new year, I am overwhelmed. Yes, we are having a baby (still sounds crazy to say), but that is not until June. I am seemingly overwhelmed by every task and relationship I face even before the new year rolls. This Christmas season has been busy. We traveled for… Continue reading A humble entrance
Setting my heart, setting my hope, setting mind...These have been words and phrases that I have been fighting to dwell on in the last few days. These phrases come from 2 Corinthians 4-6 and 2 Corinthians 1:10 and 1 Timothy 1:7. These have been some frustrating days for Greg and me. His Rheumatoid Arthritis has… Continue reading Ready, Set, Go
So, I have a confession. When I became a teenager in the late 80s it was en vogue to carry a photo album in your purse. Insecure 13 and 14 year old that I was, one could not tell. My photo album was filled with pictures of me. Jennifer at a wedding, Jennifer with friends… Continue reading Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen
For those of you who have known me for any amount of time, you know that I have never loved Wal-mart. It brought the dread of fingernails on a chalkboard for me to venture there--crowds of families of 10 standing in the middle of aisles, small aisles. It's like people get stupid when they walk… Continue reading How the corner was turned…
Don't you just wish that you could view your life with a wide angle lens? We can get so mired down in our specific trouble that we become nearsighted and blind. There are those rare occasions that God gives me a gracious glimpse of his purposes and reasons and I actually listen. Notice I said… Continue reading Wide Angle Lens