Posts by Jennifer Dougan
Car Parade and a Grandpa’s Star Musings
A line of cars blocked the driveway, extending out into the street. Cars within the lot circled the rows, patiently scouting for spots. Other vehicles drove up onto the front lawn, green grass hidden under a layer of snow. Later arrivals, seeing the depleted spaces, crossed the street to a sprawling shopping mall to borrow…
Read MoreDid I Lie on Sunday?
The music swelled, drums built, and voices melded. Harmony rose and fell in the background. During worship this week, God suddenly called me on the carpet. “Do you mean that one, Jennifer?” he asked me quietly during one song. I had been distracted by the lilting inflections of the song so he caught me offguard.…
Read MoreYou Know You’re a Youth Pastor’s Wife When…
1.) There’s a bus key on your key chain but you don’t drive bus. 2.) Your children have all been youth group mascots throughout the years. 3.) Your toddler could fist-pump and other cool hand signs by eighteen months. 4.) Male students of all ages call your house to see if your husband can come…
Read MorePeasants and Piercings (Atheist Conversation Part Two)
Thanks to those who joined us in the last post “Crying With an Atheist at a Bus Stop.” I invited you to join me today in pondering a great question she asked me via email. My jaunty-hatted, honest new friend Jamie* respectfully posed this question: Why would one live one’s life as a servant…
Read MoreCrying With an Atheist at the Bus Stop
Dropping off my uncle at a Greyhound bus station several years ago, I noticed a young woman in her early twenties. Actually, first, I noticed her hat. A cocky little round-brimmed black hat, she carried it off fabulously. Then I noticed her eyes. She was sad, tears welling up, as she straddled her bags outside…
Read MoreScreeching Monkeys and Rain Drops
At my kitchen table with coffee, my Bible, and our family’s Gratitude Journal, I have been counting gifts. This is a journey of seeing God’s lavished love and counting the ways he shows his beauty. -Bible, coffee, shadows slanting across a quiet yard -tiny yellow post-it note verses of God’s truth and peace; rain droplets beaded up…
Read MoreRoses and Sit-ups
Somewhere between mincing onions and stirring rich yellow curry sauce, it happened. Hurtful words sliced deep. A quiet heart in a bustling room, tears held back. After supper, I grabbed my shoes and jacket, slipping out the door to the night. The dark enveloped me. A rural sleep, so silent compared to my suburban home,…
Read More5 Ways to Connect With Your Teen Son/Daughter This Week
“I like the crunching snow,” he states as we walk in the dark. Streetlamps puddle light every block or so. Red, green, blue and white Christmas lights still twine around neighbors’ decks and shrubs, blinking at us. The wind blows cold and scatters snow sequins at us, and I draw my black scarf higher on…
Read MoreFrench Ink on Skin
His muscular hands have always been beautiful to me. In my first year of college, we were just getting to know each other, and learning to trust. Love was a fledgling word, afraid to be voiced aloud. It shimmered instead through our eyes, wonderingly. We determined that once said, it should mean commitment –not a…
Read MoreMary and Joseph Took the Bus
Merry Christmas Eve! I hope you are having a wonderful weekend, relaxing and celebrating the Giver. Today was a relaxing family day, savoring Christmas, Jesus’ coming, and each other. We had an indoor picnic around the Christmas tree for supper, enjoying the sparkling lights in near darkness, and reminiscing about special memories from years past.…
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