Author: Jenn

  • VBS Lesson #2                                  God’s love for me is strong

    VBS Lesson #2 God’s love for me is strong

    Our VBS fun is coming to a close. Here are the last few things we did at the craft station.

    WELCOME: As children come in ask: Who can name some strong sea creatures? Some of those creatures have to be able to push themselves through the water all day and night. They must be very strong to be able to do that. God also created some strong birds and land animals.

    PRAYER: Dear God, Thank you that you have given us strong minds and unique, strong bodies. Help us to remember that You created us and have given us Your strength. Amen

    INTRO: Hold up the Bible and say; this is the Bible. In it are instructions and true stories to remind us of how, when we partner with God, we can use God’s strength to do amazing things. There are lots of stories in this book about people who worked with God. Can you think of a few?

    In the ocean there are a few things that are also strong. Is a whale strong? How about seaweed or coral? How about a small clam? Clams may not look very strong, but they are. Clams can have a pearl inside of them. They like to clamp shut so that no one can take that pearl. You have to be pretty strong to open a clam.

    The Bible tells us that David didn’t look very strong when he went to fight Goliath. In fact, when he tried on the king’s armor, it didn’t fit. But, David did not just use his strength. He partnered with God and defeated the giant.

    CRAFT #1: OCEAN SENSORY BOTTLES WITH SEA CREATURES: This is a fun craft filled with lots to look at. As they look for the sea creatures inside, they will recall how you talked about strength. This is also a good time to talk about how the oil and water may separate, but nothing can separate us from His love.

    CRAFT #2:COMPASS FIZZY PAINT. This craft is an opportunity to talk about birds and how they never get lost. (Do we think maybe they carry a compass in there?) Good thing we have God’s book of directions for those times that we are feeling lost.

    Vinegar, pipette, baking soda, paint, cups (one for vinegar and the other for the paint mixture), paper plate or water color paper, paintbrush. Mix paint and baking soda together; 1:2. Paint with that mixture. Add 1 drop at a time of vinegar.

    TAKEAWAYS: When we walk with God and read His book of directions, He gives us an invisible strength.

    Let me know if you try any of these ☺️.

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  • VBS Lesson #1          Can God’s love find me?

    VBS Lesson #1 Can God’s love find me?

    We had a great week at VBS! This time, I was in charge of crafts. Here are a few fun things we did.

    WELCOME: As children come in ask; have you ever had a day so bad that you wanted to get in a boat and sail to a beach somewhere far away? Do you think God’s love could still find you there? What about in a boat? A school bus? Your room?

    PRAYER: Thank you God, for reminding us that we can’t outrun, outswim, or outsail Your love. Help us to draw closer to You through our time together. Amen

    INTRO: Hold up the Bible. Say: This is the Bible. In it are instructions and true stories to remind us of how He loves and cares for us. There are a few people in this book who tried to outrun, or outsail, God’s love and directions. One of them was Jonah. He tried very hard to escape God. But, God’s love found him at the bottom of the ocean. God had a fish scoop him up to keep him safe. What do you think it was like in the belly of a big fish?

    CRAFT #1: SENSORY BAG. This craft will remind everyone about how no one is too far from God’s love. By the end of the craft, you’ll have a squishy reminder of what it might have been like in the belly of a big fish.

    Glitter, ziplock bag, ocean creatures, sequins, food coloring, hair gel.
    No matter how many times I do this craft, it does not last long and eventually leaks, so do not let children use this unattended 😬

    CRAFT #2: SHAVING CREAM OCEAN. This craft will reinforce the idea that the ocean is deep and wide, but still not as big as God’s love for you.

    TAKEAWAYS: No matter where you are, you are never far from God’s love.

    Let me know if you try any of these AND if you found a way to keep that bag from leaking🤣.

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  • Find The Great Jace Escape at the Korner

    Find The Great Jace Escape at the Korner

    I have some wonderful news!

    You can now find The Great Jace Escape at Heather’s Korner, located in Southbury, CT!

    Heather’s Korner carries everything from clothing to honey, keychains to quilts, jewelry to plants… and now she even carries The Great Jace Escape!

    The best part about this adorable store, is that everything is made by a local vendor. When you buy from Heather’s Korner, you are supporting at least 2 small businesses at the same time. You’ll find unique items, friendly service, and you’ll be helping your community thrive with every purchase.

    The second best thing about the store is the way it smells! The homemade soap and hand poured candles get me every time.

    While you’re browsing the unique collection of gifts and local treasures at this cozy boutique, be sure to pick up a copy of my book. Every purchase helps a small business and brings independent authors’ stories to more readers.

    Go for the boutique, grab a unique gift, and spread the word about the book.

    Better yet, if you leave with a copy and gift… I won’t tell your wallet.

  • When the Word came to life

    When the Word came to life

    I had the best time presenting The Great Jace Escape to the children at Cornerstone Church. This time, I was invited to also teach! You can find the entire lesson for free, only on my website, Jennballaro.com.

    Clip from the video that played during announcements

    What better lesson for an author to teach; a lesson about God’s story!

    We talked all about words. And, of course, how in the beginning was the Word, and the Word became flesh.

    I taught them all about some of the more popular stories in the Bible and even discussed some of the lesser-known ones. They were amazed that there is a story in the Bible with a talking donkey (Numbers 22).

    We talked about the difference between fiction and truth, how we are all a part of God’s story, and how Jesus himself told stories in the Bible.

    We had a great time discussing talents and gifts and how they can be used for God’s glory. They have some amazing talents! I finally figured out where my portion of musical talent went- some of the children can play four instruments!

    The gift of creativity can come in all shapes and sizes, right Mila?

    At the end there was even time for them to make a story of their own. Some of them were brave enough to try reading their stories to the group.

    The key takeaway for them, and for you…

    God gave you a gift.

    God gave you a story.

    Now go and use both, for His Glory!

  • First Book Signing

    First Book Signing

    A few weeks ago, I had so much fun at my very first book signing. It was so busy, that we didn’t get a chance to grab a lot of pictures. Just one….

    I met with so many people who had already enjoyed The Great Jace Escape or who were looking for a copy of their very own. You can always buy the book here https://a.co/d/01yBgeUD.

    I did get a few questions about whether there would be a sequel….

    Now that’s a great idea!

    The afternoon was a big success. In fact- we sold out of books and needed to place orders for a few more!

    I have another in-person book sale planned for next month.

    Maybe next time we can pause for a few pictures. 😉

  • Remove the records

    Remove the records

    In 1814, America was at war again.

    It had taken some time for the enemy to assemble since the last war.

    From atop a hill, near the sea, Monroe watched. An army of enemy soldiers disembarked and headed straight for Washington. Not full of remorse, but pride.

    Quickly, the President scribbled a note to his clerk, the keeper of the original documents. The record of things done right.

    A decision was made.

    Remove the records, the note said.

    And so they did.

    Under stars. Carefully handled.  Wrapped in cloth. Pushed  out into the struggling world. Eventually to return.

    There was a war in Heaven once.

    But something much more valuable than land or merchants was at stake.

    Some might say, a war that saved your life.

    Lucifer assembled an army. 

    It had taken some time to convince an entire third.

    And it would not be the last time he would lie to get his way.

    Even after, he approaches Heaven. Not full of remorse, but pride.

    With the results of roaming back and forth on earth.

    And he would wave a record around. Your record of things done wrong. Accusing.

    Until  a baby.

    Under stars. Carefully handled.  Wrapped in cloth.  Pushed out into the struggling  world.

    Some might say, a Redeemer that saved your life.

    To remove the records.

    That baby became the man

    Nailed to a cross

    Buried in a tomb.

    Risen on the third day.

    Now seated on the throne.

    Eventually to return.

    And your records?

    Removed. 

  • A Pocket Full

    A Pocket Full

    Over the weekend, my husband and I joined up with a group from our church to hand out food.

    And each time a transaction took place.

    While we lifted bags into back seats, they deposited chronicles of heartbreak at our feet.

    While we passed gift cards through car windows, they left whispered tales of broken homes at our fingertips.

     Tears streamed, unashamedly, on both sides of the door that day.

    And then she showed up.

    From her large truck, a small woman looked down at us, waved an aged spotted hand, signalling us to stop and spoke.

    “I want for nothing, I have all I need. Yet, I have something for you.”

    An uncertain pause to our outreach hung in the air around us.  No one knew what to do. We eyed her suspiciously, until another volunteer approached her truck and timidly held out a gloved hand. She released a handful of small, plastic Jesus figurines.

    We pocketed them and giggled awkwardly.

    It was during my last car, that I remembered the figurine. As the car pulled away, my husband reached into his pocket and handed his Jesus to the woman behind the wheel.

    And she hesitated, just a second, as if wondering what to do with Him.

    “”Don’t you know that you can’t just give Jesus away,” I teased my husband as we walked back to the table.

    “I thought that’s what we were doing,” he said.

    He’s not wrong.

    As we handed over bags of apples, we were giving away Jesus.

    As we asked for Divine Favor in their situation, we were giving away Jesus.

    As we ministered to the weary and heavy laden, we were giving away Jesus.

    And you know what else..

    When we offered them Jesus, some eyed us suspiciously. 

    When we gave them Jesus, they weren’t sure where to put Him.

    When we placed Jesus in their hands, they didn’t know what to do with Him.

    And maybe that’s on us.

    Maybe He has sat too long in our pockets for us to feel Him, or clutched too long in our gloved hands for us to work with Him.

    I never did catch her name. I wish I could thank her.  I wonder if she knows just how important those words have become.

    The next opportunity to give Jesus away might look different on the surface, yet the internal need remains the same. 

    The need for a lifted load.

    The need for some gentle joy.

    The need for a Savior.

    “Come.” Jesus says, “Come.”

    He has something for you.

  • Mary and Martha and the One Thing

    Mary and Martha and the One Thing

    I have a confession.  

    For about 2 months, I have been performing.

    When I’m not performing, I’m expecting.  When I’m through expecting, I begin comparing. It’s an uncomfortable pattern, filled with self-doubt, discouragement, and a few demoralizing thoughts. 

    Allow me to explain. You see, a while back I started a blog. Facebook and Instagram accounts were not far behind. I write, I create, and I anxiously hit publish. Then I wait, expectantly, for the likes to flow in and the followers to, well..follow. I look for the hearts, and the stars, and the thumbs up. When that doesn’t happen quite the way I think it should, I start to compare my performance to others. It’s not enough to impact my mood for the day, but it is important. 

    Apparently, I’m not alone in this.

    In Luke, chapter 10, we find the story of Mary and Martha. These two sisters opened their home to Jesus and His crew as they traveled through Bethany. The chapter states that Martha was busy with preparations, while her sister, Mary, sat and listened to what Jesus had to say.

    Martha was performing work. When she was done performing, she was expecting. When she was through expecting, she began comparing.

    I feel Martha’s pain. After all, in the infamous words of Mike Rowe, “somebody’s gotta do it”.  The bills don’t pay themselves. The tasks don’t just disappear. The book doesn’t market itself. 

    The Bible doesn’t mention her tone of voice. When she finally does speak, I can hear her. Martha sounds aggravated and unhappy.

    …. “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” (Luke 10:40 NIV)

    We hear Jesus respond in the next 2 verses. The Bible doesn’t mention His tone of voice, but I can hear Him as well. To me, His voice is gentle and calm.

    41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” (Luke 10 41-42 NIV)

    It turns out that this one thing must be pretty important because it’s mentioned again in Psalm 27:4,

    One thing I ask from the LORD, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and to seek Him in his temple. (NIV)

    And again, in Luke 18:22,

    22 When Jesus heard this, He said to him, “You still lack one thing. Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow Me.” (NIV)

    Allow me to sum up.

    Follow Jesus, wherever He may lead, and sit at His feet and hear His voice. 

    Not performing. 

    Not expecting.

    Not comparing.

    That acceptance you long for, peace you crave, and hope you reach for are all found when you do that one thing; follow, sit, and listen.

    I can’t have you thinking that all the typing and creating I do is for accolades. Actually, I desire a quiet, obedient life, that reflects Christ. I like to think Martha did too. But it is nice to be liked and followed (Only online though. Please don’t follow people around in real life. That is called a felony, and it’s frowned upon in polite society).

    Maybe Martha isn’t the only one who needed that reminder to sit at His feet for a small, peace filled moment each day and hear His word.

    Charles Spurgeon recognized the importance of this practice when he said,

    “Go there with Mary. And, afterwards, work with Martha.”

    When He silences the siren of performance, I can hear His message above the doubts, reminding me of the unique talents He has given me.

    When He rolls the rock of expectation away from me, I can see His steady presence in my life, sparking real gratitude and igniting joy.

    When He lifts the load of comparison off of me, I can surrender to the greatness of His plan, not only guiding me, but equipping me as well. 

    The business you believed could only thrive because of your exhaustive performance…

    The relationship you expected to get better, and now you blame yourself for all the problems… 

    The comparisons you made every time you were online, that left you feeling talentless and unworthy….

    Do one thing.

    Follow.  Sit.  Listen.

    One last word before I go.  

    For those who have forgotten what it’s like to sit at the feet of Jesus, or for those not even in the same room as Him, He is beckoning you to do the one thing. The Bible doesn’t mention His tone of voice. But I can hear Him. 

    Can you?

  • Courage with a capital G

    Courage with a capital G

     From where he sat, he could see his fellow soldiers napping.  The sharp snap of a twig startled him. Noiselessly, the small black-and-white terrier climbed out of the dirt trench, creeping toward the enemy spy. Letting out a low growl, the brave canine lunged, sinking his sharp teeth into the adversary’s calf. Angry shrieks woke the American soldiers with the 102nd infantry. Through it all, Stubby held on tight.

      Born a stray, this small Boston Terrier was smuggled on board the USS Minnesota by a young corporal. In February 1918, they landed in Chemin des Dames, France. Here they would spend the next eighteen months. Stubby spent most of his time on the front lines. As battles raged, Stubby ran ferociously and fearlessly around his fellow soldiers.

      Because of his keen canine senses, Stubby alerted his comrades to the shrill whistle of incoming shells before they struck. He used his unique low-light vision to locate missing soldiers on the field. The courage and motivation of this canine boosted the morale of the soldiers, in and out of battle.

    Excellent eyesight. Heroic hearing.  Boundless bravery.

      Pas moi! As I type, I’m adorned with bi-focals and irked because I can hear the exhaust fan above the kitchen stove. I’m suspiciously eyeing that spider on my ceiling, preparing to abandon my post should it make any sudden moves. I come equipped with lens cleaner, noise canceling headphones, and an emotional support cup of tea. 

     I first read about Stubby when I was researching World War I. A dog with keen eyesight and remarkable hearing; yet, it was his bravery and his sense of purpose that won me over. He had a willingness to move beyond comfort, into the conflict, drawing courage from the soldiers around him.


      And you?

      Where does your courage come from?

      Psalm 27:14 says,

    The LORD is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid? (NIV)

      Much like our four legged hero, King David was a skilled, experienced soldier. In fact, David had previously come up against a giant. I imagine the legs of the men on the WWI battlefield resembled the legs of giants as Stubby weaved in and out of them.

      King David wrote this when he was in trouble, to remind himself that the strife that surrounded him would be no match for the God who internally fortified him. In this one Psalm, we see David turn his panic to prayer, his fear into faith, and his tribulation into trust. What’s even more comforting, is that God knew all of David’s inadequacies, but called him anyway. David had to have a heart open to God’s purpose.

      Joshua is another example of being strong and courageous in the face of the unknown.

      In Joshua 10:8 it states,

    And the LORD said to Joshua, “Do not fear them, for I have delivered them into your hand; not a man of them shall stand before you.” (NIV)

     Though Joshua had reasons to fear, God had commanded him not to. Joshua had to hold tight to that command and the promise attached to it. Then he got to work. Joshua participated. He trusted God to make him capable. 

      God had been preparing Joshua to lead and now He was calling him to be bold for the battles ahead. There was no time to consider the “what ifs” and “how wills” of the future. Joshua let fear sharpen his awareness of God. I bet a battlefield is a difficult place to hear the call of your friend, unless, of course, you’re a dog. Joshua had to have ears trained to hear God’s voice in everything and everywhere.

    And Deborah?

    Now, most people of that time would never have expected God to raise up a woman as a prophetess, never mind a judge. But there she was, using all the skills and gifts that God had entrusted to her to sit under that tree and, well, judge. She eventually sends for Barak to ask why he wasn’t going where God had told him to go and doing what God had told him to do. His answer was found in Judges 4:8.

    “Barak said to her, ‘If you go with me, I will go; but if you don’t go with me, I won’t go.’ ” (NIV)

    When we are hit with those hard times, and can’t see our way out of it, it’s a good thing we have a Judge who will come alongside us, too. Barak’s obedience relied on Deborah’s willingness to go with him. He needed God to uncover his spiritual eyes. Then, with no more fear or excuses to block the way, Barak might have been able to see God’s plan. 

      When we talk about spiritual eyes, we are really talking about the ability to see beyond the natural.  To glimpse the Invisible moving the visible. That clarity of purpose and spiritual discernment only comes through a personal relationship with Jesus. If Stubby couldn’t see what the men were doing, he would stumble all over himself. If people can’t see what God is doing, they stumble all over themselves, too. Deborah had to have uncovered eyes to see God’s plan.

    Open our hearts to His purpose. 

    Train our ears to hear His voice. 

    Uncover our eyes to witness God’s presence.

      Stubby was the only canine promoted to Sergeant during the entire war.  That’s Sergeant, with a capital S. Seventeen battles later, and I guess you could say, he was a bit of a celebrity. He met three US presidents, marched in numerous parades, and received lifetime memberships into the American Legion, the Red Cross, and the YMCA.

      Now, hold on a second. It just doesn’t feel right to let you go on thinking that all Boston Terriers are like Sergeant Stubby. 

      Currently, my Boston Terrier is napping on a blanket, contentedly soaking up the only slice of February sunlight we’ve seen in days. When he’s not napping or barking at the birds, he finds a little time to, well, sneak in another nap. Did I mention he snores?                     

      Also, this breed tends to be a little..

      Well, let’s just say he engages in chemical warfare.

      But that might just be a story for another day.

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      Lenny

      great stuff

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  • Keep Swimming

    Keep Swimming

    Legend has it that, as a toddler, I had an unfortunate incident with a body of water.  Immediately, I  became afraid of getting hurt again. I would scream and fuss at the mention of going into the lake, not even willing to put a toe in the water.

    Eventually, my father had enough. 

    He led me, hand in hand, kicking and screaming, to the small rock wall on the shoreline. For hours, he walked me up and down that wall. My face soaked with tears. I protested, loudly, but he never wavered in his resolve to reacquaint me with the water. 

    If you had been there that afternoon, you’d have heard the older ladies cluck their agitation and whisper it shouldn’t be done. You might have seen the older men, hike up their shorts, and say it couldn’t be done. You’d laugh, to see the curious children, deep in their own defiance, said it wouldn’t be done.

    And me, red faced and resistant, with him, strong and steady.

    I could write this post with a focus on God’s unwavering resolve toward us. I could write about  His unmatched patience toward our kicking and splashing while we wade through the uncomfortable pools of our life. I could compare an earthly parent’s love to your Heavenly Father’s unmatched love, fueled by His desire for us to know Him more, even when we fuss and swim away.

    But this is not that post.

    Psalm 119:105 states,

    “Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.”(NIV)

    To me, that sounds like you get just enough light for each step. Too much light, and you’d trust the steps and your own footing on the wet rocks. Each little step that day was, admittedly, not what I wanted. My earthly parent was asking me to trust them. At the same time, there is no way of knowing the future when your Heavenly Father has set you on a path. I reasoned that I shouldn’t be on the path that made me uncomfortable. Instead, there I was, being asked to walk by faith, by way of surrendering my fears, limitations, and comfort zones. There was no telling the end result.  

    Could you use a little Divine hand holding while you navigate some unlit, slippery paths?

    Jeremiah 29:11 tells us, 

    “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” (NIV)

    My earthly father’s plan that day involved seeing it through; moving forward, by taking one small, diligent step at a time. He knew he was asking me to stretch my faith that day. I “knew” I was being tortured that day. I made sure everyone else thought the same. They all argued that it couldn’t be done this way. To the dismay of all the bystanders, my father chose not to reveal his plan to anyone at all.  

    That’s what we ask of God, though, isn’t it? If He would be so kind as to reveal the plan, step by step, in delicious detail, we’d gladly trust Him with the results.

    Has an unfortunate incident on some slick surface led you to believe you could never trust God’s plan again?

    The Bible says in John 15:5,

    “I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.” (NIV)

    Staying connected is the key here.  Had I let go, and sprinted for safety, there would have been no serendipitous swims during the sizzle of summer.  Had I detached myself from the vine in search of gentleness or pity,  there would have been no graceful glides through the lake during sunset’s glow. 

    So, if He is telling us to stay connected to the vine, what would happen if we wouldn’t?  If we wouldn’t submit to His will? If we wouldn’t wait on His timing? If we wouldn’t hold His hand?

    Have you looked out at the lake of unanswered prayers and decided to detach yourself from the vine and do it on your own?

    I have. That thing that God asked me to do? Well,  I’ve shook and I’ve stomped.  I’ve cried and I’ve reasoned. There’s been some doubts, some negotiations, and some delays.

    Little thoughts, like minnows, at the back of my mind quip; “I’m too old. I’ve waited too long. I’ve missed it. I’m too late.” 

    Me, red faced and resistant, with Him, strong and steady.

    Shouldn’t be done.

    Couldn’t be done.

    Wouldn’t be done.

    It all ended well that day and I found myself back in the water. But what if it had failed? After all, earthly plans, laid by man, fail all the time.

    But not God’s plan.

    The real failure is stopping when God has called you to keep going. 

    So go swimming. Dive into the deep waters of your Heavenly Father’s love. Float on the overflowing reservoir of His forgiveness. Plunge into the personal relationship with the One Who Walks on Water.

    Because, there I am.
    Eyes to the Heavens.
    Weightless and Free.
    It's me looking up at Him.
    And Him looking down at me.