Jen Hatmaker is the Shiz

“I’ve discovered reduced consumption doesn’t equal reduced community or reduced contentment.  There is something liberating about unplugging the machine to discover the heartbeat of life still thumping.  Maybe we don’t need those wires after all.  Maybe we’re healthier unhooked from the life-support of consumerism than we imagined.  Is there a less traveled path through our me-first culture that is more adventurous and fulfilling than the one so heavily trod? One that sacrifices none of the good parts of the story but inspires us to reimagine the sections that are bleeding us all dry?
I think maybe there is.”
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Jen Hatmaker
I love Jen Hatmaker.  A lot.  She is a pastor’s wife and author who lives in Austin, TX and is the most refreshing, loving, accepting embodiment of Christ I have ever encountered excluding my grandmother and I’m pretty sure they would have been great friends.  
My little, almost 10, one is away at his other Mom’s.  I have only been with him since he was a year and a half years old and it was Jen and her ex who wanted a child so thus, he has another Mom.  Kid is so loved.  So anyway, he is texting me and I am laffing my ass off.  I tell him we have painted his stairs and put up some more tin on the walls while he has been gone but I’m too lazy to get up and take pics to show him.  His response is, “I know.”  I ask him if he knows I am too lazy or if he already knew about tin and stairs.  His response, “Both.”  That’s my boy, always telling it like it is.  Jen says he gets that from me. I pretend I don’t agree.  
One of my friends told me yesterday to consider a Texas Longhorn for my cow.  She said because they’re beauties.  I was like, um, the point is for them to be ugly.  She says it doesn’t matter if they’re ugly or cute, it’s still hard.  I am thinking maybe the Longhorn might not be a bad solution for the treehugger.  I do despise the University of Texas Longhorns because I was born and bred in the Sooner State.  I could name him Bebo.  It’s a thot.  
Anyway, read Jen Hatmaker if you ever get the chance.  She is the shiz and I would start with “For the Love”. You will laff your ass off.  

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