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About Me

My name is Jennie.  Writing is how God speaks through me, and to me. This blog is the result of many people asking me to share that gift.  So, I am. To learn more about why, read this post: Beauty Escaped.

I am a daughter. First to the Creator of the Universe, yeah that's my Father. He's kind of a big deal. And then  I am supremely blessed to be put under the care of  my hilarious Jesus-freak pastor parents, my three brothers and their wives, and their crazy adorable children. The Claussen family. Not to mention my grandparents uncles aunts and cousins and in-laws who make my life so full.

I am a wife. My  husband, Michael, is an all out farm boy and I can't believe how much he loves me.

I am a mom.  I have two kids, a son, Silas, and a daughter, Adoniah. The fact that our Father would put these two amazing souls in my care truly humbles me every day.

I love words, I love music, I really really love laughing, I love summer. But most of all I love stories.  I love how His story is the DNA of every story.  I love Jesus.

I'm not sure what else there is to know about me, but if you read  my posts, you'll get an idea of where my heart is. Which is really what this whole thing is about, right?

Also yes, that is my kid reading a newspaper in the back of that picture. Its the best one I could find right now that looks all bloggy and stuff. :)

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