My name is Jennifer, but most people call me Jen. When I was younger, I didn’t like the name Jen and insisted on being called Jennifer or Jenny. I also despised peas. Now nearly everyone calls me Jen and I love peas, among other things I thought I would never like.
Some things in life change, with time and experience, and others remain. I love to write and always have. This part of me has remained. Always there.
I am going to start calling myself a writer. If I have the dream to write, then I need to pursue that dream. If I never try, then I will never know. I imagine future conversations going something like this:
“Hello. My name is Jen.”
“Hi Jen. What do you do for a living?”
“I am a stay-at-home mom of four lovely children. Oh. And I write. I’m a writer.”
“What do you write? Have you published anything?”
My response will be, “No, but we all have to start somewhere. Right?”
This is where I am choosing to start. This is something I desire for my life. I am a writer.
Each and every day, God molds us into the person He created us to be. Some choices we make on a daily basis are good. Others are not so good. But all of these moments, good and bad, come together to create who we are. All of these tiny moments of every day are woven together to create the story of our lives.
This blog is my story and my story is about loving and trying and moving from shame to accepting forgiveness. Most of all, it is about being a child of God.
Truly loving. Truly trying. Truly forgiven. Truly His.