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03.08.2019

Disclosure: the links in this post are affiliate links, which means if you order any of them through this site, I'll make a small commission. Guys, I've started a closed Facebook group, and it's been a long time since I've been this excited! A few weeks ago, I felt God nudging me to help pass on what I've learned about health, fitness, and nutrition. I'm not an expert by any means, but as someone who has battled for at least 25 years with body image issues, I've certainly learned a lot! So when I felt like I was supposed to help other people and the idea of a Facebook accountability group came to me, I went for it. The group is already forming, and we start our first month-long challenge on August 12. (If you're interested, just comment on this post or search for "Focused & Fit with Jennie" on FB and request to join.) As we're getting started, I thought I'd share with you some of my products that I use all the time. All of these are links to Amazon, so you can easily add them to your cart and purchase them at the same time. Vital Proteins Collagen People ask...

15.07.2019

My faith looks like a drama in three parts. Act 1: Questions. Does God see me? Can he hear me? How could he possibly love me? Am I really going to heaven? Is the rapture going to happen tonight? I think I sinned again -- am I going to hell now? What happens to people in countries who don't know about Jesus? Can I listen to music that isn't Christian? Does God want me to be a teacher? Does God love women as much as men? Does God tune me out when I repeat my prayers? Do I have to understand everything in the Bible? Am I a bad person if I don't read my Bible every day? Act 2: Certainty. (A short-lived phase.) God sees me. He knows me. He loves me. Yes, I'm going to heaven. No, we don't know when the rapture is happening. No, I'm not going to hell because I sinned again. Yes, I can listen to music that isn't Christian. God wants me to love him more than he wants me to focus on one singular career path. Yes, God loves women as much as men. No, he doesn't tune me out when I repeat prayers. No, I...

12.07.2019

"All I wanted was for people to just be there for me. I didn't want to hear all of their stories. I didn't need to know all the verses they thought applied to me. I just wanted their presence." She explained what it was like going through her darkest times, how the people who loved her sometimes helped greatly and, sometimes, unintentionally pushed her farther away. Her words struck a chord, because I've been the person offering the stories. I've been the one supplying the verses. And, if her words were any indication, all the things I thought were helping weren't. They might have even been hurting. Realizing your pure motives aren't always enough for people is a humbling experience. What we think will help doesn't always, and instead of offering what we think people need, we have to train ourselves to ask what will actually help. Here's the difficulty for me as a Christian: I want others to know what I know, to experience what I've experienced with Jesus, to feel the healing I've felt, and to know God's goodness even in crappy situations. But what I forget is that no other person experiences God exactly as I do, and trying to...

20.06.2019

As I write this, I'm sitting in a coffee shop, alone. Of course, there are other people in the building, so I guess I'm not technically alone, but I came here without anyone else, on purpose. I had a few hours to do whatever I wanted, and I chose to be alone with a caramel macchiato and my laptop. This is proof of growth, my friends. Ten years ago, I never would have chosen solitude when there might have been another option. I would have worried about what people thought if they saw me by myself, and I would have chosen strangers' perceptions over my own needs. Now? Who cares what they think? I like being alone. (And I've learned that very few people are paying attention to what I do. Most of us humans are wrapped up in our own worlds and our own minds, and even if we notice someone drinking coffee alone, we usually don't give it a second thought. It's just what people do.) I'm staring down age 40, and my next birthday will be the one decorated in black and "Over the Hill" signs and balloons. Lots of people dread this milestone, but I'm kind of looking forward...

18.06.2019

Disclosure: the links in this post are affiliate links, which means if you go through them and make a purchase, I receive a commission. Keep in mind these links are for products I have purchased on my own. The decision to buy for yourself is completely up to you! I couldn't find my way out. Eight years ago, after my marriage fell apart and my labels became "divorced" and "single mom," my world lost its color. All around me, I saw only black and white. Mostly black. Mostly darkness. It makes me think of driving in the fog, where my headlights are on and they're pushing the light as far as they can, but an invisible force reaches out and pushes it back. High beams don't help -- the fog is too real. Too thick. Too present. Instinctively, I lean forward, scrunching my eyes to improve my vision, and I move my hands to the tippy-top of the steering wheel as I peer over the wheel into the murky scene ahead. I have a faint idea of where the road is, but my heart beats faster with uncertainty and worry as I inch forward. When you can't see what's ahead, it's...

13.06.2019

Disclosure: the links in this post are affiliate links, which means if you go through them and make a purchase, I receive a commission. Keep in mind these links are for products I have purchased on my own and loved. The decision to buy for yourself is completely up to you! Truth time: much of the clothing I wear these days comes from Amazon. I'm not a girl who loves getting in the car, driving across town, wandering up and down aisles, and facing myself in full-length, well-lit dressing room mirrors. Ahem. No thanks. It's easier for me to scroll and click, then watch for the delivery two days later, thankyouverymuch. So I thought I'd share with you some of the pieces I have loved from Amazon lately. This blouse, which I got in the orange floral pattern. I wore it recently when I preached, and it was perfect. I felt covered and fashionable, and I didn't have to worry about it shifting or bunching. This Kimono, which I wore while speaking at a women's event. I like using pieces like this as finishing touches, and this one added a lot without being an extra heavy layer. The colors were vibrant, too. This super casual,...

21.03.2019

There's a point in every conversation where the other person breaks eye contact, glancing away to look at, well, who knows what. Maybe it's another person, maybe a painting on the wall, or maybe it's just to see anything other than my face. You know that feeling, too? The one that says, "Well, they're done talking to you. You're boring, you have nothing interesting to say, and they are tired of you." I know it's not rational to think that a person's inability to look into my eyes without glancing away means they're tired of me. It's probably not realistic to think that a glance away means they're ready to dismiss me forever. But I'm not always rational, and goodness knows I'm not always realistic. My insecurities lie just under the surface of my consciousness, ready to assume control and lead me astray. That's because my insecurities are from my enemy. I've always had a hard time being comfortable in a group of people. I've assumed I don't fit in, whether there's evidence to suggest it or not. Even in a one-on-one conversation, I often wonder what the other person would rather be doing. My assumed belief is that, at some point,...

07.03.2019

It's such a pain, meal-prepping every Sunday evening. I take out the spaghetti squash and the extra-lean ground turkey, and I put together my lunches for the week. I'm one of those who eats the same thing every single day, just for the sake of simplicity. The less I have to think, the better. But still, the prepping is a pain. It takes time, effort, and planning ahead, and I'd truthfully rather not do it. But I do. And it's such a pain, working out every morning. The alarm goes off before the rest of the house gets up, and I lace up my running shoes and pull my tangled hair into a semblance of a ponytail. I'm one of those who works out before going to work, to get it done early before my brain knows what I'm doing. The effort is a pain. It takes time, energy, and early alarms, and I'd truthfully rather not do it. But I do. I do the things I'd rather not do, small things that are a pain, because I've learned small things are larger than they appear. Meal-prepping and early alarms aren't really that terrible, even though it takes effort to do them both, but...

09.01.2019

  Do you ever wish life could be reduced and simplified, just like our teachers taught us to do with fractions? Take the numbers you see and reduce them until they can't be reduced any more -- 50/100 becomes 1/2, the large and complex becoming small and simple. It doesn't work that way. I often find myself wishing for simplicity, wishing that everything in life could be categorized into either/or segments. Either people are good or they're bad. Either decisions are right or they're wrong. But it doesn't work that way. Everything is not always black and white. We live in a world of both/and, not a world of either/or. People can have good motivations but choose wrong actions. Decisions can be right in some people's eyes and wrong in others'. Everything doesn't fall neatly into a category, and everything doesn't lend itself to being either one thing or another. I don't get to simplify everything, even though I wish that were the case. Walking with God is a both/and journey. We can be both scared and stepping forward into the unknown. We can be both unsure of what will happen and confident in God's goodness. Both remembering the pain of our past and anticipating the goodness yet to...