Hi friends! I’m Jennifer. I’m a Christ-follower, a wife, and a mom to four, including a sweet spitfire we adopted from China in 2013. I live in Australia, which makes my fellow Americans super jealous. I’m a writer – or, more accurately – a storyteller.
Speaking of stories, I’d like to introduce you to my couch.
My couch? Oh, the stories it could tell. It has hosted lots of people through the years. Three different houses, two continents, and its purpose has remained the same: connection. My favorite thing to do is to nestle down into its worn suede fabric with a cup of something warm in my hands and share life with whoever is on the cushion next to me.
What connection looks like can vary, depending on the day and the guest. It may mean laughing at Jimmy Fallon clips until we literally cannot breathe. It could mean lamenting the woes of parenting and marriage and getting older and never achieving my dream of becoming a pop star. (Wait – did I say that out loud?) Sharing life together in the safety of my worn sofa can also appear as tears of grief over homesickness, a broken marriage, hidden addictions, parenting inadequacies, a wayward child.
My couch has seen a lot of feelings.
This central piece of furniture isn’t fancy, mind you. It’s over a decade old, complete with pen scribbles, name-your-liquid stains, and enough crumbs that have seeped underneath to feed all the noisy birds that wake me at the crack of dawn. Pillows are missing, blankets are strewn – it’s just a mess. And so am I. And so are you.
I’m picturing you and me, our imperfect selves on my imperfect couch, getting to know each other, laughing because life is funny, crying because life is hard, and choosing ultimately to hope in the One who loves us too much to leave us as we are.
Which is why I invite you to grab a cup of something warm, or sugary, or better yet – both! – and snuggle down. When I write in this space, I’m picturing you and me, our imperfect selves on my imperfect couch, getting to know each other, laughing because life is funny, crying because life is hard, and choosing ultimately to hope in the One who loves us too much to leave us as we are.
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