Jennifer Grassman

Recording Artist + Author + Mommy


December 2012

Merry Christmas! O Holy Night Poem

O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
‘Til He appeared and the soul felt His worth
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees! Oh hear the angel voices
O night divine! O night when Christ was born
O night, O Holy Night, O night divine.

For unto us this night is born a Savior
Humbling Himself, Word of God, Prince of Peace
Chains shall He break for He came to be our ransom
And in His name condemnation shall cease
Sweet Christmas hymns in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us praise His holy name
Christ is our God! O praise His name forever!
O night divine! O night when Christ was born
O night, O Holy Night, O night divine.



Jennifer, Jason, Elowyn, Shadowfax, & Mr. Charles Bingley

Second verse lyrics by Jennifer Grassman © 2012. For Karole C.


Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

TIME Magazine Names Obama: Here’s My ‘Person Of The Year’ … An Inspiring True Hero!

TIME Magazine just announced that President Barack Obama is their 2012, ‘Person Of The Year.’

Now, I’m not posting this to make any kind of a political statement, or to find fault with TIME Magazine’s choice, but I thought, “If TIME has a ‘Person Of The Year,’ why can’t my website?”  So, here is …

Jennifer Grassman Music’s
Person Of The Year:
Sergeant Dennis Weichel

Sergeant Dennis Weichel

March, 2012: “A Rhode Island National Guardsman gave his life … to save an Afghan child from being rundown in the road. Sergeant Dennis Weichel was in Northeastern Afghanistan where some local children were on the road, collecting brass shell casings. An armored vehicle somehow got put into gear and began rolling forward. Most of the children were able to get out of the way, but one little girl didn’t have the chance. Weichel came to her rescue and dragged her to safety, but was hit by the armored vehicle himself and killed in the process.” – FOX News

Sergeant Weichel is a true hero, a sterling representative of America overseas, and the kind of person I wish I’d had to honor to know. May God bless his family and friends. They were blessed to have him in their lives. May God grant them peace in his memory this Christmas.

Read more about Sergeant Weichel here.

Where can I go from your Spirit?

Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

Newtown Connecticut Tragedy: Heaven Belongs to Little Children

Newtown, Connecticut. “Within minutes, 26 people were dead at Sandy Hook Elementary School – 20 of them children. Among the six adults killed were Dawn Hochsprung, the school’s beloved principal, and school psychologist Mary Sherlach.” – CNN

Words can’t express this level of tragedy … or depravity.

In devastating times like these, it’s so easy to blame “guns,” “insanity,” “God,” or an “accident.” If weapons were illegal, would violence stop? If we could medicate every crazy person, would life become more sane? If God micro-managed the world and never let anything bad happen, would we believe in him? Do human beings have free will, or are we so weak and malleable that our actions are governed by violence on TV, video games, or the repressed pangs of a crappy childhood?

The ugly truth – which no one wants to admit – is we are evil.
Plain and simple.

Bad things don’t happen because of inanimate objects made of metal. A gun never murdered anyone. The hand that pulls the trigger, or brandishes the knife, or pours the poison … that hand is the true weapon. The mind that contrives evil plans, the heart that plots chaos, the soul that allows jealousy, rage, and perversion to consume and inspire it … these are the true culprits of murder.

Wicked things don’t happen because of a God who doesn’t care, or a random stroke of chance. How can we blame God for the actions of a man? How can we blame fate for crimes so deliberately planned and carried out?

At some point we need to stop pointing fingers and look at what we don’t want to see. Like Dorian Gray, we try to hide the truth about our souls in the highest, darkest, most out-of-the-way attic we can find. But the horrific picture-worth-a-thousand-words is still there, and we cannot hide it forever.

One of my favorite quotes from J.K. Rowling’s books is, “Dark times lie ahead of us, and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.”

What is easy, and what is right.

Why is evil so easy? Why does shirking responsibility come so naturally to us? Why is doing what is right so often difficult and unpleasant?

Wicked things happen because people are wicked. Crimes happen because people are criminals. We prefer to think that monsters are scary, deformed, grotesque looking creatures, but the truth is that monsters look just like you and I. Yes, most of us try to be good, and some of us strive to see goodness in everyone around us, but being good is hard, and being evil is often quite easy.

Everywhere we go, everything we do, we spread “evil under the sun.” Some among us worry about losing our faith in humanity. Tell me, how can any truly honest person have “faith in humanity” when humanity keeps on committing the same horrific acts over, and over, and over again?

From ancient times when people sacrificed children to pagan gods, to modern times when children are preyed upon by monsters with guns … it is all the same. We are evil. We don’t deserve our children.

Too good and too beautiful for this messed up world, children are the little miracles God sends to remind us of what innocence and love really look like. It’s so hard to remember sometimes, until you see a baby’s smile, or hear the joy in a child’s laugh. That’s what goodness is. That’s a little taste of what Heaven will be like.

When horrific things like this occur, I sometimes wonder, “Should I even have children? What kind of world am I bringing this baby into?”

“This is the evil in everything that happens under the sun: The same destiny overtakes all. The hearts of people, moreover, are full of evil and there is madness in their hearts while they live, and afterward they join the dead.” Ecclesiastes 9:3

There are no words that can make sense of what happened in Newtown, Connecticut. To even try to find a reason or make sense of a situation that is utterly senseless is futile … and I fear does the victims a great disservice.

No matter what I try – no matter what rationale or philosophy I try to soothe my fear and pain with – I can only take comfort in these simple, miraculous words: “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Did you catch that? The Kingdom of Heaven belongs to little children.

Those are the words of Jesus Christ.

And while it doesn’t explain away our pain, or make the crime of what has happened any less heinous … I am certain in my heart of hearts that there are 20 new little arrivals in Heaven right now being cradled in the bosom of God.

He did not let us down. He did not look the other way. He intervened. He saved. He rescued.

He is our faithful and loving Father, full of compassion and abounding in love.

May God forever watch over our darling little children, and may he comfort those poor parents in Newtown. My prayers, my hopes, my thoughts … Dear God, be with them.


Why I Decided To Adopt: Shadowfax the Cat featured in Montgomery County Animal Shelter’s Blog

“Earlier this year, when I was 5 months pregnant, we found out that my dear little friend, Miss Agatha Mittens, had cancer. It was a tumor in her jaw bone, and there was nothing to be done. On Good Friday, it was time, and we had to put Mittens to sleep. She was so brave, knowing, and peaceful, but I was devastated. We buried her in our back yard and planted an orange tree in her memory. The shock of losing her caused me to start having contractions …”

Click HERE To Read More.

Shadowfax climbing his first Christmas tree

*GROAN!* Obama Meets Gangnam Style PSY at Sunday’s “Christmas in Washington” charity concert

I don’t usually blog about politics or pop music ... However …

I find what passes in our culture these days as art (not to mention socially acceptable) to be truly depressing. How disturbing and ironic it is that the kids at Children’s National Medical Center will be benefiting from a performance by a man who once sang of Americans, “Kill them all slowly and painfully … daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers.” And here’s a photo of our president and his daughter greeting the guy after the concert. Tactless, tasteless, idiotic, and inappropriate on so many levels …

Don’t know what I’m talking about? Read CNN’s blog here.

President Obama and his daughter greet PSY after the concert.

The Mortifying-Anniversary-Prom-Night-Gone-Wrong-Zio’s-Bathroom Experience

OK. Here’s for Andrew, Rachel, Sheila, and Lacyn … because they asked (o:

For my birthday dinner (and because Elowyn and I are under the weather), Jason brought home take out from Zio’s tonight. It was an absolutely delicious chicken alfredo dinner … and I got to reminiscing …

For our wedding anniversary one year, Jason and I went to Zio’s Restaurant. Despite the fact that it was prom night and the place was overrun by teenagers, we were seated promptly. We placed our order, and were waiting at the table. I decided to go powder my nose, so off I went to the bathroom.

[… we’ll skip a small part of my story …]

Just as I was zipping up my pants, I heard a bunch of giggling. I looked up, and above the bathroom stall door someone was holding a phone, with a camera, apparently filming me or taking photos.

I screamed at the perpetrators, “What the HELL are you doing?!”

There was massive giggling, a clacking of many high heeled shoes, and before I could get decent and throw the stall door open, they were gone.

I. Was. Horrified!!!

There was one teenage girl in the bathroom, who claimed she hadn’t seen a thing (very likely), but admitted after questioning that it was some of her friends – she didn’t know who (yeah right) – who were celebrating prom with her in the restaurant’s party room.

Long story short. I told the manager, who was extremely apologetic and discombobulated, and he went and questioned the kids. Nobody admitted anything (this incident reminded me in so many ways of why I’d hated being in high school) and as far as I’m aware the brats were never caught. For all I know there are photos and/or video clips of me squatting on the John floating randomly over the internet and Facebook.

We did however get free dinner. And free dessert. And free wine. So that was nice.

Anyway, that is my mortifying-anniversary-prom-night-gone-wrong-Zio’s-bathroom experience.

Have you ever been embarrassed in public?

My Birthday, My Baby, and … (I can’t think of another B word … Bordeaux?)

Sleepy Elowyn

Tonight was supposed to be my birthday date night. We were going to drop 3 month old Elowyn off at Church for babysitting, go out to eat, and go ice skating in The Woodlands. But, poor Elowyn is sick. At first it was a mild fever and fussiness. Due to her excessive drooling and sucking on her fingers, I initially thought it was probably just teething. But no. Today she woke up at 3am with a very stuffy nose and a cough.

Poor baby! And now mommy seems to be getting it too …

Needless to say, our plans have changed. Now, we’re going to stay cozy at home with our sweet little baby. Jason is getting take out and bringing home and bottle of wine and a movie from RedBox.

Any suggestions on what we should watch?

Life is good. It has it’s snuffles and its aches and pains and sleepless nights. But when you get to snuggle and play with an adorable healthy baby and spend your free time with a thoughtful and handsome hubby … you really can’t complain!

I hope you have a wonderful weekend.



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