for the curious, the child-like, the hope- hungry
I am not hiding, I tell myself, for words are flimsy structures that can’t bear the weight of glory.


HI THERE!
This is Jennifer. Welcome!
LOVE LETTERS
SEEK HEALING
Uncover the deeper, hidden places in your heart and participate in the healing God is offering you.
Look up, my darling, look up.
When I hear Him, this space I’m in, at this plain wooden table, this window with the cobwebs at the corner of the metal screen, this soft rumble of washing machine, this smell of wet dog near my feet, I study the room, looking for clues for what is different.
All is different? No, all is the same.