By: Jennie Scott
Each morning, the screens in my life shout and show turmoil. World leaders making threats and calling each other names.
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Waiting on God Through the Questions
By: Jennie Scott
Her soft voice came through the speaker on my phone, telling the podcast interviewer about the hardest years of her life. This woman has moved overseas, adopted orphaned children, begun a non-profit ministry, and written bestselling books about faith. If anyone shouldn’t admit having certain questions about her faith and her God, it seemed she shouldn’t.
Look for the Lie
By: Jennie Scott
I wish I could remember where I first heard it, this truth that’s been rocking my world.
I don’t know if it was on a podcast or in a book, on my TV or from my friend’s mouth. All I know is that I somehow jotted it down as a note in my phone, and I’ve been looking at it ever since.
God Can Handle Our Honesty
By: Jennie Scott
Scalding water beat on my back as I rested my forehead on the shower wall. The tears falling down my cheeks mixed with the water from the shower, and one was as hot as the other.
The Danger in Saying "God Is Good"
By: Jennie Scott
I need to share this message with you without being critical, accusatory, or dismissive. I’ve wrestled with it myself for some time now, and I pray it’s marinated enough in my soul to move into yours with grace.
To the Tired Mamas Running Themselves Ragged
By: Jennie Scott
I know.
I know that what looks easy in your life takes great planning and coordination and a whole lot of work plus a little bit of luck.
To the Parent Without the Right Answers
By: Jennie Scott
Tears streamed down my child’s face, the frustration apparent.
The frustration was clear, but the real issue wasn’t. I couldn’t get to the root of the matter. Was it exhaustion? A misunderstanding? Did something happen at school? What was really going on?
I never figured it out. My questioning and probing did no good with the child sprawled across my bed, so I couldn’t make sense of it.
Which basically summarises being a parent.
When Belief and Actions Collide
By: Jennie Scott
The words that stopped me cold weren’t shouted or even spoken angrily. They were gentle, coming through the speakers of my laptop. One sentence, spoken sweetly, as part of a longer podcast episode. One sentence that gave me chills:
Snapchats of Dead Bodies: The Loss of Sacred Things
By: Jennie Scott
“Did you see where kids were Snapchatting during the shooting?” my sister asked. “They showed the bodies on the ground.”
No, I didn’t. Thank goodness. But I am not surprised.
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Why Mending What's Broken Always Means Moving
By: Jennie Scott
Only hours before, I lay immobile on the operating table. Numb from the chest down, I could only watch as nurses draped the sterile field of my abdomen with blue cloth. They counted gauze strips and scalpels, forceps and scissors. They prepared my body for the birth of my child, a birth in which I would be a passive observer.