I’m in passionate pursuit of Jesus and living a better story, encouraging and equipping others to do the same.
Hey there. I’m Jodi
Welcome to the space where I write honest thoughts about life & struggles, Scripture, and the importance of coffee creamer.
I love Jesus and most people. I’m working on this. I’m a boy mom to 3 and a pastor’s wife. While I’m queen of my castle, I can’t for one more minute talk about video games and the reason we put the toilet seat down and FLUSH. Queens should have their own bathrooms.
I’m in passionate pursuit of Jesus and living a better story, and I want to encourage and equip others to do the same.
But I get easily distracted. Sometimes laundry hijacks my day, or dying my roots and plucking chin hairs. Suddenly I’m passionately pursuing sales at Macy’s or toffee nut lattes at Starbucks and wondering where my day has gone. Somehow, my priorities get a little skewed.
To be honest, I want to be in constant pursuit of Jesus, but life interrupts.
But I’ve noticed something: Jesus is in constant pursuit of me, and it’s in those interruptions where He gets my attention. Especially when life goes terribly wrong.
C.S. Lewis said it best: “Pain is God’s megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”
Life in my 20s and 30s was rough. As a pastor’s wife, I felt alone and unable to open up to anyone about my struggles. I feared judgment. I didn’t know how to be real. I was ashamed I didn’t have my act together. Everyone else looked like they were doing pretty well. But I was suffering with anxiety and depression.
What was wrong with me?
I longed for authentic community. I couldn’t navigate church or even adulthood and didn’t know who or how to ask for help. I felt so alone and disconnected. Was I the only one who felt like this?
At 34, I was hospitalized. But it took that very experience to help me see that in order to be truly transformed, I had to be real. I had to confess my brokenness, lean into the pain and be transparent with my community. It was the only way to grow; it was the only way to change. It was the only way to connect to others. I didn’t plan to find Jesus in the mental hospital, but am I really surprised that’s where He showed up?
We were made for authentic community. To belong. To be our genuine selves. To tell our whole stories with our whole hearts, as Brené Brown says. Because it’s in the telling of our stories we connect, and we transform.
I’m here to encourage and inspire women to passionately pursue Jesus and equip them to use their gifts and lives fully for God. To live the adventurous story He has imagined for each of us.
This is a place where we dive deep into Scripture and wrestle with the truth of God’s Word. Together.
And ordinary moments will be transformed by an extraordinary God.
So pull up a chair. Let’s talk. You belong here.