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Jennifer Grassman

Recording Artist + Author + Mommy

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Father’s Day For The Fatherless: Let This Bring You JOY!

I was about 11 years old when I realized that my dad didn’t love me. I remember praying and telling God, “You need to be my Father. You need to be my dad. If I don’t have a dad, I’m going to have a lot of problems when I turn into a teenager.”

I still had a lot of problems when I “turned into a teenager.” In fact, I wrestled with my past and with God until I was well into my twenties. I talked to pastors, therapists, friends, and family. Nothing seemed to heal my brokenness. I’d feel better for a little while, but then all the pain would come flooding back. It was difficult to go to church, because the sermons reminded me of all the promises of peace and love in the Bible that I didn’t see coming true in my life. Continue reading “Father’s Day For The Fatherless: Let This Bring You JOY!”

Dear Dad I Never Had: I Miss You. I Love You. Happy Father’s Day.

Dear Dad I Never Had,

As you know, we have never met. It’s not because I didn’t have a dad. I did. I had a biological father, but he didn’t love me. So, he wasn’t really a real dad, was he? But you were.

I imagined you.

I missed you.

I still miss you … every day. Continue reading “Dear Dad I Never Had: I Miss You. I Love You. Happy Father’s Day.”

Bible Reading With The Kids | Psalm 74: “Jesus Makes Purple Rainbows”

Any time I read the Bible to the girls, I paraphrase using words they’ll understand. My 3 year old interjects her own interesting ideas, which often reveal how she as a toddler comprehends the Bible. Here’s a transcript of the adorable hilarity that went down this afternoon: Continue reading “Bible Reading With The Kids | Psalm 74: “Jesus Makes Purple Rainbows””

Psalm 23: The Reading Aloud Mom Version

This is how Psalm 23 goes when you’re reading to a 3 year old, a 1 year old, and a 3 month old:
 
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,
If you get ketchup on my Bible I’ll be upset.

Continue reading “Psalm 23: The Reading Aloud Mom Version”

We are diamonds.

I remember the moment, 9 years ago, that my dad-in-law looked at my wedding ring diamond under a microscope. He said, “I’d know your diamond anywhere. It has a really unique imperfection.”

I think people are like diamonds. Continue reading “We are diamonds.”

I Dearly Miss the Smell of Books

I dearly miss the smell of books, the crunch of a sewn binding, and the feel of holding a whole world in my hands. There is a kind of ownership in holding a book which digital technology cannot duplicate. Continue reading “I Dearly Miss the Smell of Books”

The First Time I Spoke With God

I remember it so well. I was about 4 or 5 years old, and I was playing in the dirt in my backyard in Memphis, Tennessee.

I remember scooping dirt with a spoon, and putting it in a little cup, and I thinking, “God, I don’t pray very often, and I can’t read yet, so I can’t read the Bible.” Continue reading “The First Time I Spoke With God”

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