I have a little tea rose plant on my patio. It was given to me as a gift about five years ago and it’s a scrappy little thing, but every year I wonder, is this season going to be its last? See this little bush sprouts up as expected each spring. It even begins to…
Author: Jennifer Lindsay
Merry Christmas, my friends! I just want to take a moment to say how much of a gift this writing community has been to me this year. I know I’ve said it before, but it’s something I feel can’t be stressed enough. The act of writing is often done alone, but true creativity cannot exist…
When I look at little ones. I discover anew that babies grow in their understanding of the world by watching, mimicking, and finally attempting to do new things on their own each day.
There’s still time to reserve your 2021 spot at my end-of-the-year 25% discounted rate, which depending on the type of editing your book needs, could save you a pretty penny.
I can pursue my writing with courage because that’s who You created me to be. And that is why I can continue to press on in hope and praise, regardless of what the voices and images around me are saying.
Picture it. It’s well past 8 on Saturday night. You’re sitting on your couch, fully immersed in the book you’re reading. You’re vaguely aware of someone pounding up your stairs, but it doesn’t register with you until there’s a loud banging on your door, followed by heavy footsteps quickly descending. Now picture finding a package…
2020 has been a year of the unexpected. But, for as hard as it’s been, it hasn’t been a complete disaster. And for as uncertain as 2021 still looks to be, I know that it will be filled with some pretty unexpected and incredible opportunities for all of us. We just have to be willing to wait, watch, and trust.
It’s easy to get bogged down by deadlines, word counts, and pesky little details that just won’t seem to iron themselves out, Lord.
The budding rose. The fading oak. The gentle stirring of the wind through ripening grain. The deafening roar of the waterfall. The trickle of a stream. The splendor of sunrise. The awe of starlit nights. The silence that accompanies fresh snow. Who am I, Lord, that I should be so blessed by Your imagination? That…
If You can fill this world with insects and flowers and blades of grass that are as unique from each other as I am from my own family and friends, then surely I can rest in the knowledge that You can restore and deepen the creativity that I need in order to show up at my desk each day.