tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17513594120439041502024-03-21T15:38:48.594-05:00Chair Rocker"Keep company with God, get it on the best."
Psalm 37:4 (The Message)Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-72126989205402213782014-03-27T10:01:00.001-05:002014-03-27T10:01:05.866-05:00Identity CrisisOne of the greatest misunderstandings of the Christian life is our identity. This is THE VERY misunderstanding, confusion, frustration, whathaveyou… that the enemy wants within us! So, when we accept Jesus Christ as our personal savior and Lord, we have confessed of our sinful nature, and receive the greatest gift of all time-God's grace through the death and resurrection of Christ! &Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-44803444351345618212014-03-27T09:12:00.001-05:002014-03-27T09:12:06.679-05:00Oh bloggy blogs!My dear Blog...I realize the neglect, and what seems to be total abandonment! For that, I apologize. Does it even count that I've been journaling and writing on the side? HA! It's such a co-inkydink that I've been reflecting on abandonment lately (which you must know I will be writing on that soon) Whatever the reason, unintentional you must know, I recognize the need for an outlet ….and Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-50773122477030688332013-06-19T23:51:00.000-05:002013-06-19T23:51:16.146-05:00Turning 30Turning 30 is surreal for me. At this stage in life, I feel settled, like I have roots and I'm finding my way through peace and contentment. I have a balance between a vision for the future, a joy in the present, and discernment about my past. God is a good God. This is true in all three view points for me.
Looking back: God is good in all things. There has Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-90611557513263540112013-06-19T23:16:00.001-05:002013-06-19T23:56:48.908-05:00Ice-Ice, BabyHow is it that every-single-time I go to get ice with my hands, from my freezer, one piece falls to the ground? Is it just happy ice, that is too jumpy to contain? Is ice really that slippery? Was it just dying to escape?
This is one of the small things in my daily life that have the capacity to trip me up, tip me off, or perhaps lead me to chuckle. Although, chuckling Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-60461691129369723252013-06-19T22:20:00.001-05:002013-06-19T22:20:56.737-05:00LegacySo this summer, our church kicked off a new series called Legacy. It's a topic that hits the heart in different ways. All of us are influenced by the legacies left by our families, and through many generations before us. In addition, we are influenced by the legacies of others around us like our friends and acquaintances. And yet, the greatest challenge given to us... it Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-27109438213908878782013-02-06T11:22:00.000-06:002013-02-06T11:26:38.545-06:00Convalescence I'm currently going through a time of recovery, mainly physical, but even more I'm learning it's spiritual as well. Convalescence is a word I've heard of before, like in the movies or on TV. It's not so much a term used often in everyday language. It refers to the period of time following an illness or surgery, specifically including rest. I found this word when I googled Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-58595653984112551402013-02-05T20:58:00.001-06:002013-02-05T20:58:08.487-06:00Old FriendJust like and old friend, the kind that is your best friend, you pick back up where you left off. You haven't seen or heard from them in a long time. But when you see their face and hear their voice it all comes rushing back. Usually it's awkward at first, and there's some catching up that needs to be done. There's also the inevitable acknowledgement that things have changed. &Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-10726339299354752772011-11-23T20:00:00.000-06:002013-02-05T21:20:29.880-06:0011-23-11Even as I type, my heart feels an ache and there is a sizable lump in my throat. I actually am in a wavering state of emotion, on edge, and I'm near an anxiety attack. Even so, I want to be obedient to the Lord and write about this. It causes me much difficulty and not-so-subtle grouchiness to blog about this. So, bear with me. Feel free to pause reading and come back at a later time, Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-84070273741491566382011-10-09T21:45:00.000-05:002014-03-27T10:33:17.238-05:00Unravelling
un·rav·el
[uhn-rav-uhl] Show IPA verb, -eled, -el·ing or (especially British) -elled, -el·ling. verb (used with object)
1. to separate or disentangle the threads of (a woven orknitted fabric, a rope, etc.).
2. to free Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-85018595603013043762010-08-04T15:18:00.009-05:002013-06-20T19:44:39.712-05:00Coen's StorySo, another year has passed, and the memory of our son is fresh. Although the pain of his loss is very real and alive in my heart, I can only praise God for Coen's life. He lived 39 weeks in my womb, but God had a plan, even for him. This week I've been distracted and off kilter while I struggle still through the grief I have.
However, I'm reminded of his story. The summer of 2004, Josh Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-37242717989360349502010-06-24T19:28:00.011-05:002010-08-04T15:18:46.229-05:00Perspective and GraceI'm getting older, and some things have changed, some have not. I love pepperoni pizza, always have. Always will. I hate socks, the seam on my toes and the closed-in feeling, plus all the sweatiness and stink, eww. Socks are merely a necessity, like when frost bite looms. I also love cartoons, who doesn't? I also love things such as: spending time with the Lord, hearing from the Lord, Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-51601415461004424202010-05-09T20:56:00.006-05:002010-06-24T19:27:45.236-05:00Mothers DayToday is Mother's Day, and I'm loving nothing more than being a mommy right now. I can't wait for the summer when I can spend tons of time with Mya. She is growing very fast, and is becoming an amazing young girl. She is full of imagination, love and sweetness in her heart. She always surprises us with her latest antics. Tonight, she had Kermit going potty and even helped him wipe. AlthoughJennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-48024088323204472702010-04-10T22:22:00.004-05:002010-04-10T22:38:03.465-05:00Angels at Mickey'sOne incredibly sweet story that I just had to blog about...A few nights ago, Mya and I were reading the story of Jonah from the Bible. As soon as I finished reading it, she immediately went to her bed, laid down and said, "I'm gonna dream with the angels." I said, cool. You see angels? She said, "Yeah." I asked her where she sees them, and she said, "At Mickey Mouse's House." Now, I don't Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-165870056114934012010-03-20T23:39:00.019-05:002010-07-20T23:57:17.178-05:00Sailing: Balancing the WindMy dad has become quite the avid sailor over the years. As he and I discussed recently, while aboard his 39 foot, beloved Catalina yacht, sailing started out as an adventure for my family to share quality time together. I was proud to do just that, much like every time we go out. My dad takes all that he knows and loves then combines his sense of perception and ability to calculate, whilst Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-55391616619372314612010-03-20T23:19:00.004-05:002010-03-20T23:36:20.173-05:00Bloggy forgiveness, please.It's just been too long since I've posted a single thought or word about a single thing. If you will recall, I knew this blog had the possibility of not living up to the standard I had originally set so valiantly in the beginning. My favorite pair of jeans that I reference waaaayyy back in my very-first-ever blog post, have for sure worn out and in fact, I've been through a few more pair since Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-31089278657546731352009-08-10T21:17:00.005-05:002009-08-10T21:24:48.337-05:00Beauty for Ashes-LyricsBeauty for Ashes by Crystal Lewis He gives Beauty for ashes, Strength for fear, Gladness for mourning, Peace for despair.When sorrow seems to surround you, When suffering hangs, hangs heavy o'er your headKnow that tomorrow brings wholeness and healingGod knows your need, just believe what He said.He gives Beauty for ashes, Strength for fear, Gladness for mourning, Peace for despair.When what Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-41729136702200786012009-08-10T20:38:00.011-05:002009-08-10T21:16:53.719-05:00Beauty for AshesOne day, as Mya and I were getting ready to leave for church, we were at the door and I said, "Oh, I need to get my Bible." So, I went to the bedroom and got it, and returned to the door to leave when I realized that she went to her room as well. She came back with her Bible, from the night stand, next to the rocking chair where we read to her every night. She said, "Here ya go." This was so Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-30674324932704654082009-08-06T21:25:00.008-05:002009-08-06T22:25:59.208-05:00August 4, 2004One of the most incredible days of my life. Just over 5 years ago, we first met our son. Coen James Walsh was stillborn at 39 weeks, just days before he was due. He died because of anemia, in which my body was not reproducing red blood cells for him during pregnancy. There was no way of knowing, and the news was sudden. Shocking. Speechless. Suffering.Josh and I were privileged to get to Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-56009433098570345522009-04-27T20:04:00.010-05:002009-04-27T21:01:39.782-05:00Certain HopeThese past few months I been in sort of a wilderness. I've been praying continually for peace and a deeper hope in the Lord. There is a large amount of uncertainty surrounding me. However, I know that if I look back, I see evidence of God's grace, goodness, and faithfulness throughout my life. Therefore, I have every reason to trust and take steps of faith in return. Part of that step Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-42578745010679055132009-03-05T14:45:00.001-06:002009-04-27T21:15:52.805-05:00March Forth!I just wanted to mention a quick fun something.Yesterday was March 4th, which turned out to be significant for two reasons. The first is that it was Mya's 18 month birthday. She is no longer a baby, this is saddening. However, her little-tike-toddler self is really cute and her personality is a winner. For that I cannot complain. So, how did we celebrate? Well, we got up before the crack of dawn Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-70381916423710564472009-03-03T20:45:00.004-06:002009-03-03T21:19:50.593-06:00Define perseveranceper⋅se⋅ver⋅ance /ˌpɜrsəˈvɪərəns/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [pur-suh-veer-uhns] 1. steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement. 2. Theology. continuance in a state of grace to the end, leading to eternal salvation.The Lord has kept me in James 1:2-4 and Romans 5:3-5 which talks about taking joy in our Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-87268486302782853322009-02-15T10:21:00.004-06:002009-02-15T10:45:52.556-06:00The persistent enemyIsn't it amazing how stinkin persistent the enemy can be? Sometimes we believers can say in our minds "God is in control" and "I will not fear" but our hearts are stuck. We get sucked into a place of disappointment and frustration. Misery not only loves company, but it cannot survive without it.Can't a sista get a break? Come on!At times in my journey, I have felt that God was unresponsive, Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-66663241786531238122009-01-31T20:54:00.005-06:002009-01-31T21:18:46.271-06:00Pedicure as ChristianityI honor of the new year, and a fresh start, I was blessed with a pedicure tonight (thanks to Andrea). This was a well deserved and long-awaited event. So, tonight I had an epiphany...a pedicure is much like my walk with God. It is not so much about the result as it is about the process. Yes, the result is ultimately the prize...pretty toes for 6 or so weeks, and smooth skin... Heaven, an eternityJennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-28621163246497121542009-01-31T19:01:00.016-06:002009-01-31T20:53:54.470-06:00February's EveLet me start off by saying the Holidays were wonderful this year. I can talk about the Holidays because our Christmas tree is still up, true confession. Anyway, I haven't blogged recently because of a tremendous January...Josh and I are celebrating February's Eve tonight. Seriously, with the champagne, brie, bourbon-marinated cedar-plank salmon (YUM!), and movies together. This month was possiblyJennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751359412043904150.post-24559728038094186382008-12-13T10:29:00.002-06:002008-12-13T10:31:18.790-06:00Keep Me AbidingJeremy Riddle...May your voice be louder andMay your voice be clearerThan all the others, than all the othersAnd may your face be dearerAnd may your words be sweeterThan all the others, than all the others in my lifePlease keep my eyes fixed on youPlease root my heart so deep in youKeep me abiding, keep me abidingKeep me abiding that I may yield fruitAnd may your presence be truerAnd may your Jennifer S. Walshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15535232084869078602noreply@blogger.com0