The Next Four Years

  Four years ago, I was 22 years old and had my life totally figured out. I was in my second year of teaching and could cook a one course meal using a frying pan. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and my roommate Kendra and I blew out the pilot light on our gas fireplace….

What God Does in the Discomfort

Patience and perseverance are not two of my strongest qualities. Unlike some of the Olympian greats, I prefer not to work hard, push through tough circumstances or wait extended periods of time to arrive at what I want. I prefer instant results with the least amount of work and discomfort possible. (Someone write this on an inspirational poster.) Max…

How Replacing One Word Changed So Much

A few weeks ago, my boyfriend said to me, “I feel like you’re just anxious about being anxious right now…” And I replied, “Welcome to my brain. Please stay awhile.” When I told him that I would love to try out his logical, structured, factual engineer brain for a day, he responded, “Does that mean I…

If We Knew the Plane was Going Down

For Christmas last year, my sister got me a great new chair for my desk at work. The instructions to put it together were moderately easy, but like with most things that come with a packet of directions, I gave up before I even tried. #inspirationquotes My dad put most of it together, but couldn’t…

Your Heartbeat is My Favorite Sound: A letter to Sami’s baby

Five weeks ago, I wrote this letter on my lunch break with no intention of ever publishing it. It tells a story that isn’t mine to tell. It was the day before her appointment. The appointment. The appointment that would tell my sweet friend if her baby still had a heartbeat. After multiple losses, deep heartache…

One Year Later: When You Don’t Look Back Anymore

A year ago, I spent many of my lunch breaks in one of my closest friend’s classroom sobbing to her, wondering how I was going to make it through the day. I remember being crumpled on the floor of my little one bedroom apartment, begging God to let me have my way. To give me…

In the Wandering

They say (well, technically J.R.R Tolkien says) that “Not all who wander are lost,” but this is usually not true for me. Most of the time, when I’m wandering, I have no idea where I am. Maybe this wouldn’t be detrimental to someone good at directions. Maybe there are people who can wander far away and…

How to Support Someone Who is Hurting

I can be a bit of a handful. I was talking to one of my guy friends from college on the phone a few weeks ago, catching up and swapping stories about life (he told me if he ever makes my blog, he wanted me to use the alternate name “Crosby*” for him. *name has been changed to…

Faith like Hope: I’m not there right now

I love to write sentences that make everything sound a little more beautiful (some call this exaggeration, I call it wordplay), but words can only do so much when you have things to say that just aren’t pretty. Buckle up for some raw Jenna. It’s been a roller coaster couple of weeks in the area of my faith….

Heart on My Name Tag

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my heart in bold on a name tag. I am certain no one has ever looked at me and said, “I just wonder what she’s thinking.” They already know. Sometimes I forget the  proper social order of things and announce how I feel before even…