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….
Tag: Faith
Everything I Had Wrong About Closure
I can’t tell you how many times I have opened old wounds for the sake of ‘finding closure.’ I’m an over-communicator by nature and an over-talker by choice. Naturally I have this deep need to understand others and be understood by everyone around me. I was born like that, but the fact that I never stop talking…
When God Closes a Door, He Can Do More Than Open a Window.
I don’t particularly like the saying, “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” As someone who has walked face-first into many of her own doors (both figuratively and literally), I find this line a little depressing. Because my doors have been really pretty. My doors have had some really awesome stuff behind them, just waiting…
Die a Happy Woman: When You’re Waiting For Something You Don’t Have Yet
A few weeks ago, I was eating lunch at my desk listening to the hit country song, “Die a Happy Man” on repeat because love music is my kryptonite and silence makes me uncomfortable. If you are not familiar with the song, please click here and enjoy the best 4 minutes of your life. Lunch that day…
A Letter to Gram
Hey Gram, On Thanksgiving night, you watched me blow out the candles on my 25th birthday cake. As soon as the song ended and I closed my eyes to blow them out, you exclaimed, “MAY THE LORD SEND HIM THIS YEAR!” My husband. My future husband. You asked the Lord to send my life partner. (Thanks a…
Why not following my heart was the best decision I ever made
My locker decorations in junior high had cute little inspirational phrases like “Dream Big” and “Follow Your Heart.” I had deep quotes about love and loss etched into my voice-activated Password Journal, and I wrote poems and songs that I would force members of my family to listen to (I was a total tyrant). I…
Where I Should Be
I created the first timeline for my life in fourth grade for the Time Capsule project. I still remember the smell of old coffee that seeped from the can my mom let me use from the garage. It was serious business. I had my fourth grade classmates sign pieces of paper and put their LifeTouch…
Tears that mean something
On Thursday night, tears were streaming down my face. I had things to do, but was so caught up in my emotions that nothing else mattered. My phone lay next to me untouched as I cried- I didn’t want to communicate with the world. My feelings were real and intense as I let the tears…
I don’t know how to wait
If patience is something you are supposed to acquire with age and maturity, the train missed my stop (I probably got sick of waiting at the station and left before it arrived.) I got older, I matured, but I never became patient. On the way home from the grocery store recently, I ripped into a…
A little bit brighter
I am no Gandhi. I have more in common with a hurricane than I do with Gandhi. My natural self is impatient and selfish and ornery and always hungry and prone to complain. I think about my needs and my wants first. I cry over anything or anyone who has wronged me. Irrational and anxious…
Count Your Blessings, Not Your Chins. 