Jennie Allen
December, 2011
Somebody told Cooper Santa only brought gifts to good boys, so of course he asked,
"Mom, am I a good boy?"
Ummmm.... as I am writing this I hear pounding and unusally loud singing from his bedroom a good bit after we have tucked him in.....honestly. But what 4 year old boy is good? Strike that. What human is good?
I want to teach him that Christmas isn't for those of us that measure up. Christmas is for all of us that couldn't.
God's beautiful backwards way of showing up was to love the very worst of us. Because the worst of us knew we needed Him. Because the worst of us knew hope didn't lie in this planet or these days. Because the worst of us knew we were wrecked apart from a miracle.
Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. I came not to call the righteous, but sinners. Mark 2:17
Merry Christmas to the worst of us!
December, 2011
I crave it. I want to feel it so badly that I attach myself to any sparkling little speck of it.
Lately it has felt like adequacy is a requirement for my life. I signed a contract. With this contract came a book and teaching and bible studies, all of which would require an adequate person, an adequate writer, an adequate teacher; someone worthy of such things
November, 2011
December, 2011
Where are the next generation of women leaders?
We are passionately dreaming behind closed doors. But we are all terrified to stand up and lead. We are afraid of being hated and equally afraid of being liked and followed and we are trying to stay in love with Jesus enough to do it anyway. There are a few jumping up and down trying to get everyone
