So let’s skip that part, shall we? The stuffy introductions and talk of the weather. I’m just a mess of a gal anyway who happens to be loved by an unrelenting God. We should also pretend this is happening over coffee—for obvious reasons, like caffeine. I’ll have an iced mocha, some pumpkin bread, and a shot of your story.
I’m Jenn. A southpaw, old soul, and real-life enthusiast who’s constantly chasing hard questions, true meaning, and wild children. I married a country boy turned business entrepreneur turned Campus Pastor at Life.Church. And I’ve personally meandered from climbing the corporate ladder to serving in vocational ministry to being a full-time mama, pastor’s wife, and professional pb&j maker.
I crave: authenticity, good books, and the sea. I despise: when someone uses the treadmill right next to mine. While I am an extrovert and a people-person, I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. The rule is simple: You skip a machine and leave room for Jesus.
Did I mention my painfully awkward way with small talk? I think it’s because I’ve woken up. I’ve realized that this right here is our one and only life, and it isn’t a drill or a game or a rough draft. Have you taken a good look around lately? The hour is late, the day is urgent, and now is not the time to start wasting our lives. We’ve been put on this planet at this particular point in history for such a time as this.
So the drum of my heartbeat is doing whatever it takes with whatever I have to point others to the Creator God and King of kings—because I know what He’s done in my life. How desperately I still need Him. Though miles and lightyears and worlds from perfect, I am somehow deemed worthy by the only One who is.
It’s not about some superficial faith or plastic religion, but a genuine relationship with a very real God. The raw essence of Christianity is surrendering our own weaknesses while clinging to His abundant strength. The Church itself is simply a melting pot of imperfect believers who have been rescued because of the wonderfully upside-down ways of redemption.
Believe me, we’re not claiming our own awesomeness. Just His.
So this isn’t about me, and it isn’t about you. It’s about Jesus—the main subject and point of this thing. But luckily for us, we happen to be the objects of His great affection. As prized image-bearers, our primary mission is to love Him and to love others; to know Him and to make His name known.