Who am I? A wife for almost 40 years. A mom for over 36 years. A sister and a friend, of course. Each of these help describe me. But, even more, I have been a Christian since accepting Him as my Savior when I was 12 years old and, this truth defines each area of my life. I have enjoyed some mountain top experiences but have been through some very deep valleys as well. Valleys of incredible grief and even pits of depression. However, most of my days are ordinary, routine kind of days. But in every one of my days, God has been faithful. He has walked with me whatever the day. He strengthens, comforts, encourages and blesses me with life "most abundant."

A favorite life verse: The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. John 10:10

Why do I write? Though not quite as private as my dad, I am definitely my father's daughter. I find it difficult to share. And to let others in. But I do love to write. I love to put words into sentences and sentences in paragraphs that help express my thoughts. I hope my words help me share my heart. Share the life that God has given me and all that He has done for me and through me. I write with the hope of giving Him at least a bit of the glory He is due.

A verse to guide my writing: That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ. I Peter 1:7

Lovin’ That Stink!

Posted on By jennifer

I hope this doesn’t expose too much of my weird side…but I stepped outside yesterday and it stunk!….and I loved it!! You see, our neighborhood association has a lawn service for all our common areas and the men had been busy all day – laying fresh mulch…and the aroma of…well, manure..filled the air. It stinks, no doubt. But, oh it so reminds me of my dad!

My dad – like his dad before him – was a gardener extraordinaire….not the lettuce and beans type gardener but the landscape type. His passion was working in the yard and he spent many an hour…mowing, planting, pruning, weeding, fertilizing, watering and whatever else one can do for hours on end in a yard! Honestly, his yards would rival any landscape spread on a Southern Living cover!!

Let me be quick to say…I did not really inherit this gene. But, although, my green thumb is anything but….I so appreciate the beauty of a manicured lawn and beautiful flower beds. Life (for Dad) went in very predictable cycles according to the yard work. Once the forsythia bloomed (which was just last week here), it was time for the fresh mulch. And that fresh manure aroma simply meant a good day’s work was done! Dad would be so pleased!

And, trust me…not far behind will be the blooming of the Bradford pears – a stinkin’ tree, for sure – but, oh so beautiful!! I can just imagine what Dad’s job is up there in Heaven – and I’m sure he is having himself a grand time.

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  1. I bet your dad is the Master’s gardener! What a fantastic thought! Happy Spring to you, Jennifer! Whiff away!

  2. When I was a little girl we lived in the city, my father owned a chicken farm in the country and would bring back chicken manure to fertilize our flowers. We were not the most popular house on the block for a few weeks!! Thanks for sharing your memories.

  3. what a sweet memory! i can’t say i enjoy that smell very much, but if i was you, then i would! lol. i think that made sense!
    happy friday and spring day to you!

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