Mom Stories by Jenny

French Fries & Breast Milk

Mom of seven. Babes of all ages. Doing life. Surviving. Mostly thriving. No complete sentences required.

God Stories by Jenny

An Authentic Disclaimer

These stories are my own. They are meant to be vulnerable and raw. If I could rename myself in my walk with Jesus, I’d affectionately call myself the Cussing Christian. (I say “affectionately” because it also “is what it is,” and Jesus loves me anyway.) Tongue-in-cheek, yes, but true! True matters.

But really I don’t want to be cussing, you know?

I’m on the long walk to him, y’all. I have not arrived. And these are my stories. I hope they demonstrate you can love Jesus, be what our culture labels a “good” Christian and still be fully figuring it out at the same time.

He loves us anyway. Despite our unnecessary rebellion. So. Much. Rebellion.

I’ve included scripture, meditations and music I used when these were stories playing out for me. They are intended to to remind and inspire and keep an account for me, yes, but I hope they support your own walk if you find yourself in a similar life rhythm.