Significant Mark

Not too long ago I wrote about the guilt I sometimes feel when I decide to take time away from my family to pursue my love for writing.

A few days after I posted this blog, I received the following comment from a friend of mine:

“Thanks for writing, Jennifer. Many thoughts were stirred tonight as I read a lot of your writings. I haven’t allowed myself to dream in a really long time…still not quite there but it is more positive than it has been in a long time.”

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Whole(Hearted)

In my bathroom sits a small plaque that reads: Do what makes your heart sing.

Many things in this world make my heart happy, but as for the things in life that make my heart sing? This list is a bit different, and at the very top rests two of my greatest loves which are being a mom and being a writer.

When I became a mom, I entered into an ongoing struggle of figuring out how to pursue both of these loves. As a result, my heart began to

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“Oh, Child”

Yesterday morning as my family circled around the breakfast table, my youngest daughter Tenley, was in a fitful mood.

At 15 months old, Tenley sat in her highchair and fussed profusely over everything I offered her. Not even her favorite combination of blueberries and cinnamon toast could appease or coax a smile.

“Oh, child,” I said, feeling a bit exasperated. “What is it you want that isn’t being given to you.”

As the words left my mouth, I wondered at how many times God has spoken the same words

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Think of Me

When my dad asked me what I wanted for Christmas I knew exactly what to ask for. “Dad,” I said. “All I want for Christmas this year is to go see Les Mis (the movie) together, just you and me.”

Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo, has always been something special that my dad and I have shared. If I could find the words to describe what the story of Les Miserables means to me, I could fill a whole slew of blog posts. The themes of love, grace, and redemption

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