The Kitchen Floor

The Kitchen Floor has a 24-hour-a-day open invitation, so long as you are ok with evidence of the fact that humans live here, mistakes are made, forgiveness is extended, and we are comfortable with emotions and truth. You’re welcome to have your drink of choice while you lean against the wooden doors of my cabinets, but no worries if you didn’t bring one, because we love to share. Snacks are plentiful, and food is a language of love around here. If you’re like many of the souls that have found sanctuary on these floors, a cozy blanket or oversized hoodie may be needed to aid in softening walls and allowing the hard questions and things you’ve been thinking about be discussed. We will go from light-hearted updates, to deep theological discussions, then back to a reel you saw that reminded you of one of my many children in a matter of minutes. No topic is off limits, but every topic will be covered in prayer, and we will always try finding ways to see the faithfulness of God in it.

I will share a lot of my personal journey, which allows a plethora of material for content. Some life events I will reference will be growing up as a pastor’s kid and homeschooler, growing up in the arts, eating disorders, getting married young to a childhood church camp crush, my husband being deployed and returning with military ptsd, marriage crisis, infertility, miscarriages, NICU babies, moving states multiple times, fostering, church leadership, church hurt, adoption, trauma-informed parenting, mentoring young adults, serving the next generation, spiritual warfare, the Bible, clean low-tox living choices, perimenopause, cooking meals, and all the adventures that come with this life. (Cue longest run-on sentence in a blog).

Needless to say, this blog is a product of much prayer, seeking the Lord, and an act of obedience. I have written for other outlets in the past, but this one feels more sacred. You are in my personal safe place. I’ve sat on this floor in times filled with joy when kids took their first steps (literally and emotionally) or crawled over with a toy they were elated to share. Some times I sat here filled with sorrow and fear, when crisis strikes and the day is just too much. Others were a game of hide and seek, where the kids didn’t know I was hiding, but Mom just needed a minute. My favorite memories on this floor have been pouring into young women and men as they come seeking to be seen, loved, and known. The sweet conversations of what is swirling in their minds, their stories, and getting the privilege to speak life into them are treasures and gifts. Those are my favorite moments. I love loving people to life, and it’s an honor to be used as the conduit for the ultimate love of the Savior.

I am praying for you already. That each story finds ways to reveal, heal, and restore in ways only God can do…my life is a part of His Big Story, and that is the one that matters most. So, welcome! I can’t wait to hear about you and share what I’ve learned and continue to learn.

Housekeeping note: I am still building out this site, resource links, and the social media pieces. Please give me grace! I’m a work in progress, just like this blog, HA!

I’ll see you soon, coffee in hand, here on the Kitchen Floor.

Love Always,
Jen