God is just not fair. Have you ever felt like that?
I sure have. I’ve lived that sentence over and over again. In fact, I even wrote a new book titled God is Just Not Fair (Zondervan). The book will be released March 25th, and within the pages of the book bears my raw, honest heart.
Here’s why I wrote God is Just Not Fair:
I was so tired of being blind. I wanted to quit more than I wanted to keep trying.
I desperately needed to know God was enough when my life was a mess.
I questioned everything I had ever believed about God.
I needed real hope because I had real pain and real questions.
I wrote this book because I am not the only one who has felt those feelings.
I open a new bottle of shower gel this morning and squeeze some in my hand and immediately I am carried away to another time and place. I am back in North Florida at my grandmother’s home on a warm summer morning. It was Dove soap that gave me wings for time travel.
Just the fragrance of that soap brought back a ton of happy memories of my Saraberg. That was what we called her. She was my mom’s mother and she went to heaven several years ago. I miss her. She always had a brand new bar of Dove soap in her shower when I visited and the fresh clean scent reminds me of her.
Has that ever happened to you – where you instantly time travel to another time and another place? It’s fascinating when that happens, isn’t it?
Oh wow, I did not expect this… but I am grinning ear to ear! Thank you!
Today we announced JenniFriends… the Group with the Inside Scoop, and it has been such a fun day… because of so many of you! I am overwhelmed with how many of you became JenniFriends!
Now in case you’re just jumping in, JenniFriends is a group of friends who want to help me share the message God has given me. JenniFriends will partner with me, be a sounding board for new projects, and help get the word about new books and Bible studies. JenniFriends will also get special perks (because I like to keep things fun!) And my personal favorite, JenniFriends are invited to join a private Facebook group.
If you’re a JenniFriend, I cannot wait to get to know you more. And if you’re not a JenniFriend yet, it’s not too late! Hop on over to the JenniFriends page and sign up!
Happy Valentine’s Day week! It’s that time of the year when we are surrounded by paper hearts and lots of chocolate (and I’m definitely not going to complain about extra chocolate!) But, instead of talking you about how much I love my husband, I wanted to tell you about something that has been on my mind lately. Best rest assured, it still has lots to do with love, love, love.
My daughter-in-law, Caroline, guest posted an insightful blog a while back. You may remember it; it was called My Husband Doesn’t Fulfill Me. She has been married just over a year and has come to the conclusion that her husband, my son, does not fulfill her. Now, lest you think that is a blight against my dear son, it isn’t! When she says her husband doesn’t fulfill her, she is making the point that a man is not supposed to totally fulfill his wife.
Total fulfillment can only come from God.
Her post got me to thinking. I have been married 27 years and my husband doesn’t fulfill me either. In fact, he never has. And the sad thing is, I used to blame him for it.
I challenged them to listen for just one sentence in my messages and Lysa TerKeurst’s messages – just one sentence that God could use to change them.
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The result was so inspiring. Women shared with me sentence after sentence God had written on their hearts and I was so, so grateful and inspired. Isn’t it neat how God speaks to each of us individually in different ways? And, our worship leader Michael O’Brien also offered up some great sentences too that really stuck with me.
Assad and Amaan are now my honorary brothers. One is from Ethiopia and the other from Somalia, and they both work in the Dallas airport. They’ve been in the US for about 5 years and they are both cheerful, hardworking men. I call them my new brothers because they called me “my sister!”
“Step up here, my sister,” Assad said as he helped me into the cart to transport me to my gate. Then, when he transferred me to Amaan for the second leg of my hurry-flurry through the airport, Amaan said, “hello, my sister. I will get you to your gate. You not worry.”
I loved the way they treated me; it felt like family. They helped me like they would help their own mother. They were protective and as kind to me as they would be to their own sisters.
Why don’t we talk like that to each other? Why don’t we act like that to each other?
Several years ago I spoke at a church in Knoxville, Tennessee where I met an 8-year-old little girl named Bailey.
Bailey was born blind, but she had no idea boundaries existed! When I first met her, she fluttered about me like a butterfly with fresh new wings. She giggled and chattered with the most expressive lilt to her sweet voice! She was a delight.
When I discovered she loved to sing, I invited her to join me on stage.
When she got up on stage, she held the microphone like a pro… and totally upstaged me! Before she began her song, she made an unexpected announcement to the audience…
I only had 30 minutes between flights. That’s a pretty tight layover even when you’re seated in the first row of the plane and able to get off first. It’s tight even if you can see and run like a sprinter through an airport. But, when you’re blind, have to wait for airport assistance and are stuck in the back of the plane … well … 30 minutes is almost impossible.
So, as we taxied in, I knew there was only a small chance I would make my next flight. I signaled the flight attendant and told her my situation and asked, “I know it’s your policy for those needing assistance to get off the plane last, but can you walk me out as soon as we land so I can make my next flight?”
I have a treat for you! My daughter-in-law Caroline is guest posting on my blog today. She’s talking about something I don’t think we talk about nearly enough – contentment in the age of social media. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in comparing our lives to others’ and seeing ours as less-than. Caroline will challenge and encourage you all in one!
Sometimes I stumble into wanting things.
The checkout line is long, and inevitably, I’m in line behind the coupon queen. I like watching extreme couponers on HGTV, but in real life – not so much.
As I stand there, I find myself staring at the checkout line aisle, and all the sudden, I venture off my shopping list. You know what I’m talking about; under the mints and the gum are all the items I forgot that I needed. Like, floss picks, hand sanitizer, and Tide-To-Go sticks. And while I’m at it, I find myself picking up a lint roller, even though I never lint roll anything. Ever. My moment of weakness peaks when I grab peanut m&ms.
Thankfully coupon diva takes so long I’m able to knock some sense into myself and put the “things I didn’t know I needed” back onto the shelf where they belong.
Those checkout lines are strategic. We all know this. We’ve seen many a tantrum as the child lusts after Fun Dip candy at eye level, only to be told a devastating no.
However, I’m starting to realize I stand in that checkout line a lot more than just at the grocery store.
We’ve all heard it before, but who said it first? Who said you should spend a prescribed amount of time with a devotional book, prayer journal and a cup of coffee each day before the sun rises in order to have a quiet time?
What if you have a baby who won’t sleep through the night?
What if you hot flash most of the night and getting up at 6 AM sounds impossible since you just fell asleep for the fourth time at 4 AM?
What if you can’t think clearly in the morning? What if you are always surrounded by kids, employees, co-workers or family?
And, what if you can’t have the picturesque quiet time experience because you don’t like coffee?! (I’m kidding, I’m kidding).