Nice to “see” you here again.
Today, I got to wondering about you, dear reader, who are you and what defines you? I’d love to “meet” you here at Getting Down With Jesus, to get to know you a little more — and to share a little of my life with you. Today, I am posting from my “About Me” section in an effort to share my life with you. And, of course, I hope you will consider sharing in return.
So here’s today’s activity: Up at the top of my blog, I’ve listed three adjectives that describe who I am: Heartfelt. Candid. And Slightly Off-The-Wall.
Heartfelt, because I really love to love, and that’s what God calls us to do.
Candid, because that’s my goal — to be real, authentic and vulnerable, even if it breaks my pride.
Slightly Off-The-Wall, because those who know me best see that when my lovin’ side hooks up with my candid side, I’m a little quirky. My Dad calls it “flippety.” Which is sort of like frassy.
Anyhow, can you share with me three adjectives that describe who you are? … It’s kinda hard, isn’t it?
In the meantime, I want to share with you who I am in more detail. It’s been a joy getting to know some of you.
My name is Jennifer Dukes Lee. I am the mother of two girls and the wife of one very handsome guy.
We live in northwest Iowa. Our backyard is a cornfield. Our sunset view includes the steeple of our country church. We’re on a first-name basis with all our neighbors — and their parents and second-cousins and pet chickens. And, to top it all off, God is in the house.
Life is good.
When I’m not playing Polly Pockets or making cakes with the EasyBake oven (which is the extent of my baking talent), I enjoy writing and speaking about God. As I have grown from unbelief to faith in God, I have been pleasantly surprised to see how God shows up where I (naively) least expected Him.
For years, I was a newspaper reporter at The Des Moines Register, and before that, at The Omaha World-Herald. I left the metropolitan news scene in 2002 to move to the family farm in northwest Iowa — a place where pigs outnumber people by a significant margin. I continue to freelance for a variety of publications. During the time of my reporting career, I was not a follower of Christ, even though I grew up in a Christian environment. I wanted badly to believe, but my head wasn’t buying the whole Jesus-walked-out-of-a-tomb-one-Sunday-morning theology.
Somewhere along the line, I came across a verse in Mark 9:24 – “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief.” I began praying that verse over my own life. I can’t report a single flash-of-light conversion experience. But over the years, God has rewarded that prayer with new faith in His Son.
My faith is still fragile and finicky, but I am learning anew each day that God often appears when and where I least expect to find Him. And that’s where this blog comes in. Here, I share my unexpected encounters with God in sometimes-crazy, sometimes-serious places. Like the altar … or the bathroom. I explore the ways God does His Thing in the ordinary-ness of life.
What’s your story?