Our holidays were probably a lot like yours. We ate – a lot. Watched a few minutes of football, then later, we watched a movie. We played games, where I was introduced to the riotous game of Spoons before we ate some more. Then, it happened, an innocent moment so profound that I haven’t been… Continue reading Firenadoes & Flying Spoons
Author: Jennifer Deimund
Born and raised in Southwest Kansas, Jennifer is a small-town girl at heart. Her priorities are Faith, Family, and Friday Night Football, generally in that order, and most nights she can be found entangled in extreme adventures - lived vicariously through her ever-present Kindle and a package of Oreos. Her husband, three kids and their three dogs keep her busy and contribute generously to her glamorous lifestyle of cleaning, cooking and spoiling her grandson. The benefit package is just as generous, though, and their laughter and love are her favorite rewards.
Throwed Rolls
Just as the Israelites were given just enough manna for a single day’s nourishment, I see the work of the Holy Spirit carrying me through with just enough energy to meet the demands of each day.
Baggage
I have started and scrapped at least three posts this week. Perhaps I am Stella, and I lost my writing groove. I have prayed for the words God wants me to share, and I have heard nothing but silence for days. Here I am, bumping up against another (self-imposed) deadline, and I’m ready to throw in the towel on this blog idea. I can’t do it, God. Pick someone else. You have… Continue reading Baggage
Hush and Keep Walking
Does anyone remember April? Seriously, where did it go? The month of March felt like the longest decade of my entire existence, but somehow, I fell asleep on March 31st and woke up in mid-May. I don’t think I could testify truthfully to what I did in April, even under penalty of death. I ate. I slept. I lost my sanity, my motivation and half… Continue reading Hush and Keep Walking
Waiting Room
It’s a gorgeous, sunny afternoon and our dogs are racing through the backyard, solely focused on protecting our property from dastardly invasions of the feline variety. I’m propped up in bed with my laptop, working on this post, while my daughter is building our grocery list on an app on her phone. I hear the low murmur of the television in the living room, and at any moment, I expect those… Continue reading Waiting Room