Little Pieces of Jhen..

"There is unspeakable comfort- the sort of comfort that energizes, be it said, not enervates - in knowing that God is constantly taking knowledge of me in love and watching over me for my good. There is tremendous relief in knowing that his love to me is utterly realistic, based at every point on prior knowledge of the worst about me, so that no discovery now can disillusion him about me, in the way I am so often disillusioned about myself, and quench his determination to bless me."

- J. I. Packer, Knowing God





Thanks for visiting my site! I appreciate you all! And would love to share little bits and pieces about me! :0)

Jennifer in a nutshell... And these are the things I am crazy about!

♥ warm hugs and smiles
♥ kind hearts
♥ couture & photography
♥ Collage, arts and crafts
♥ Disney land
♥ Christmas
♥ Summer
♥ Snow
♥ beach
♥ nature- Lakes and rivers
♥ vintage style
♥ flowers and pearls
♥ scarves, shoes and pursues :0)
♥ antique boutiques
♥ costume parties and jewelries
♥ cooking
♥ coffee
♥ green fields and forest
♥ getting to know my patients
♥ encouraging messages from people, books, movies
♥ road trip, traveling and camping
♥ happy endings

















"The LOVE and the TRUTH that lavishes and brings life...

The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
Day unto day utters speech, And night unto night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech nor language Where their voice is not heard.
Their line has gone out through all the earth, And their words to the end of the world.

LOVE of GOD...

The love of God is greater far Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star, And reaches to the lowest hell;

The guilty pair, bowed down with care, God gave His Son to win;
His erring child He reconciled, And pardoned from his sin.

O love of God, how rich and pure! How measureless and strong!
It shall for evermore endure The saints' and angels' song.

When years of time shall pass away,
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who here refuse to pray,
On rocks and hills and mountains call, God's love so sure, shall still endure,

All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race-The saints' and angels' song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,

To write the love of God above Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky."


Faces who became part of my life....