Jennifer N. Fenwick lives in Florida with her husband, John, and their black Irish Setter, Bowie (yes, as in David Bowie). Their daughters Nichole and Emma, both grown, live and work close by. Jennifer is a former teacher who works professionally as a program analyst and technical editor. She is an avid reader, as well as a lover of words and all things historical. She has been writing and journaling since she was a young girl. Her first book, Four Weeks is a collection of poetry and journal entries chronicling her battle with and recovery from an eating disorder and addiction. In the Eye of the Storm and its sequel, In the Aftermath of the Storm, tell the story of the devastation Hurricane Michael brought to her home in the Florida Panhandle in October 2018 through the poetry, stories, art, and images of survivors. Proceeds from both books benefit the United Way of Northwest Florida's Hurricane Michael Relief Fund.
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9 Our souls are a reservoir for grace, in a world of chaos. When we seek that place, we commune … More I Am But One Voice
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in times of struggle and conflict, it is this, with enough faith and hope we can overcome anything. Regardless of the world outside, we are not forgotten. For God sees our struggles and feels our pain. Through Him, we are granted the strength and the courage we need to … More And So, With Faith I Pray
In those first few days following Hurricane Michael in the fall of 2018, the task before us seemed insurmountable. The devastation complete. In the chaos all around us, all we could do was face it one moment at a time. I’m reminded of that now, in the turmoil and chaos we are facing as a … More I Am With You
That’s the nature of recovery. It isn’t linear. It’s bumpy and rough and a fight every step of the way. … More Your Grace is Enough
Wishing on stars isn’t something we leave to childhood. It’s a magic we carry with us that reminds us that innocence isn’t lost as we grow. Isn’t it amazing, how small we sometimes feel when standing beneath the vast canvas of night sky dotted with the silver light of a million twinkling stars? And yet, … More There’s Magic in the Night Sky
Happy Father’s Day in Heaven Dad, and to my husband, the two great heroes of my life. The first great hero, my young heart ever knew, was the man who taught me as I grew. Who shared in all my joys, and dried so many tears. Admonished with a word, and vanquished all my fears. … More The Heroes of my Life
