Writer or Not….You Were Not Made to be Invisible

I blogged for years.  Anonymous. No name.  No blog tied to my Facebook. Just words, bubbling forth. Deep from the soul.  Uncoated.  Untamed.  Fearless. Real. And now, there is a name, Jen Avellaneda.  The name I’d always hidden from.  Run from. Unowned, because I never wanted to be seen or known….by anyone… Let alone the millions […]

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Let’s Stop the Silence about Christian Suffering

“According to Persecution.org,  200 million Christians are being persecuted in the world today for their faith.”  Yet, for the most part the media is silent. While in the mountains of Guatemala, I met an arm-less man filled with Jesus.  A missionary there explained to us, a “neighbor” cut it off with a machete because he converted to […]

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Raising Radical Kids in an Increasingly Complacent World.

I don’t know what came over her.  Like a seed, lying dormant.  Coming alive.  In that in-between.  Child exiting to women-hood. This morning.  Not speaking.  Her silence.  Deafening. Like the white page I look at.  Before typing. Pure.  Barren.  Sacred.  Holy. Careful, so as not to stain a page….Waiting for answers. And why is…. Wonder always […]

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Positioning Yourself to See God (And Yourself) As You Really Are

God. Uncontainable.  Here.  Me.  So small.  Shrinking from the mixed up thinking that prevails.  Society…. “We are the center of our own universe.”  Us all.  Supreme beings. Carefully orchestrating a world.  Revolving around…. Us. When really.  We are.  Nothing but specks.  Of dust.  Brought to life by our Saviors breath.  Finding grace in the Father’s eyes. […]

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Ponderings from the Pond 4: The Voice of God.

Sitting down with the Lord. This time.  Just doesn’t suffice.  So I open the doors.  And am carried outside. Where God speaks best. Armed with camera.  Total abandonment.  And rejoicing in the goodness of God.  Seeing my son returning after nine months on missions. Passing by.  Fire pit.  But God-eyes see it different.  This time.  An […]

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The Hippie In The Grocery Store

Drudging through the grocery store with kids. All wanting to be anywhere but here. And I search for spices that revive my spirit.  Amongst the chaos of it all. Needing tranquility to awaken my senses.  In this deadness of winter. And I see him.  A tall, type.  Hippy fellow. And he looks quite like me.  Hungry […]

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