Articles by Jennifer Napier

Jennifer Napier

Jennifer Napier is a new resident of Norfolk, VA where she and her husband are part of growing a new church. Her recent decision to throw all caution to the wind and jump into home schooling all five of her precocious but precious children has left many alternately applauding her bravery and questioning her sanity. She is an avid reader and writer and enjoys long soaks in the tub and sweet iced tea. She can often be found with her children at the zoo, a thrift store or in a doctors office as she manages the special needs of her kids. Though a Christian since she was five Jennifer has continued to grow in a deeper understanding of God’s grace and love. She continues to proclaim God’s faithfulness in the midst of many years of trial, suffering, loss and grief. Her primary goal in life is to know God and make Him known. You can follow her adventures and thoughts on God, life, and motherhood at her blog, Musings by Jennifer

Brave in the Midst of Weakness

Brave in the Midst of Weakness

When I was young girl, the idea of bravery used to conjure up images of a valiant knight riding a noble steed armed with a shield and brandishing a sword. It was someone who was fearless, undaunted, and courageous. Bravery meant strength and never being afraid. Now I know better. I was pregnant with my…


Selling My Soul for Shoes

My eyes glittered with excitement. I placed the shoes reverently on the counter. I was at a local thrift store and had found a pair of perfect shoes. Crosstrainers. They fit like a dream. I practiced dancing in them. Yep, they worked. Perfect. You see I’m a huge fan of Zumba. It’s been a while…



I am so tired of it. So tired of cleaning up throw up. So tired of changing another blasted diaper. So tired of trying to discipline my children. So tired of being overwhelmed, inadequate, and insufficient. I grab a roll of paper towels and some Lysol cleaning product and get to work. I try to…


The Great Mommy Escape

The door opens. I hear the creeping patter of little feet. Hushed whispers—and then it comes—like little cubs playfully attacking their mother, I’m sprung on by the oldest two of my four children. “Get up! Get up!” they excitedly demand. “I’m hungry. I want breakfast.” I gently lay aside my nursing infant to take on…


Wooed Over Italian

"Which sweater is better to wear on a date? The pink or the green?" A look of horror crossed my husband Mike’s face. "Pink. What do you mean, date?" I giggled nervously. How would I explain? Embarrassed, I shared with Mike what God had put on my heart. "Well, I feel like God wants me…


Birthdays with Jesus

December 7th has always been a very special day in my family. It’s the day we get our Christmas tree and is my sister Libby’s birthday. While I was growing up, every year on her birthday we’d bundle up, get in the car, and drive to some remote lot to retrieve our valuable pine tree….


Serve Like You Mean It

I was stuck. Trapped. A marooned whale flat on my back. "Bed rest," the doctor insisted. All because my body had gone into pre-term labor trying to birth my son who swam in an amniotic pool three times the size of the ones most other mommies give their babies. I’d been diagnosed with polyhydramneous, a…

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