Here’s an introduction to Jessie’s new blog…
Why, hello there! Thanks for coming by. Would you like a cup o’ tea? Let’s sit a while, and I’ll introduce myself.
“My name is Jessie, and at 30, I’ve experienced just enough of life, grief, and parenting to know that I have so. much. more. to learn. I have two (and a half) kids. “Fireman” Andrew is four, and Louisa, exuberant and sweet, is two going on 20. Our tie-breaker is due in November. Spoiler alert: it’s a boy! My husband, Stephen, is an engineer through and through, as well as a wonderful dad. Last summer Stephen brought Frank, a 1972 firetruck with a working ladder, siren, and horn home to join our family. I can’t tell who loves him more, Andrew or Stephen?”
Continued in the link below…
https://detroit.citymomsblog.com/introducing-jessie-dage/
It’s been a long time since writing here! There have been weddings, funerals, births, illness, misunderstandings, joys and trials. You’re right: life has been happening! So thankful to be a child of the King. Jesus Christ lived, was crucified and took the punishment I deserved for my sins. He rose again!
Being a parent is really a full time role. You have a child and along with the gift comes a lifetime of responsibility. It may not end at a clear cut time when you think or expect. But with God’s help, you persevere.
Sometimes when you think your responsibility may lessen, it does not. So, again, you move forward. God can and will equip you as you persevere and put one wobbly step in front of the other. You realize, too, you can accomplish feats and tasks you never expected to face.
This is all part of what I call The Journey, the span of time from cradle to grave as you make your mark on life — or maybe just meander through at times.
Rest assured, as a believer in Jesus Christ, I know He is with me and will never leave me nor forsake me. If I were to explain my daily life, some days would not make sense to anyone else. I think that’s somewhat true for most folks, though.
I truly thank God for this journey and seek His guidance, blessing and strength. When I’m older and grayer, I may be able to make sense of what I’m going through, but then again — maybe not. But I can assuredly say, “He is God. He is good. He really does know what He’s doing.”
Alas, after a nudge from one of my son-in-laws who savors my homemade freezer jams, I decided it’s not too late to use up the frozen fruits I stashed away in the freezer many months ago…blueberries, pears, apricots, kiwis, and more. Thinking about his encouragement in the final product (most recently having some of the pear jam on toast) I had an aha moment. Although I had initially badgered myself for the past couple years in not getting jams made in the summer, I realized that the oohey, gooey smashed fruits that sat in the freezer a few months longer are the secret to my successful jam making! When I thaw the frozen fruit and mash it up some more, it’s like marinated fruit, soft and gooey and just waiting for the Certo syrup to be mixed in. If anyone reading this is lamenting the fact that the jam isn’t made yet, pull out that frozen fruit you stashed away and get some Certo! Enjoy! I had so much therapeutic fun making blueberry, apricot, and pear jam this morning! It was therapeutic – one of my sisters and her family live in Newtown and the tragic events touched them very close to home. My nephew had just been with one of the children who died the night before. When you’re making jam, there’s lots of time to pray.