Jeannie Bruenning Author

Category Archives: moments, thoughts, life

The Lowly Farmer on the Hill

Tonight I find myself the lowly farmer on the hill. I have the title because my youngest offspring loves to fill every crack and crevice of her life with things she can take care of. Couple this with her desire to travel and it is why – tonight, I find myself the lowly farmer on…

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Who gets the…

What’s the secret to a long marriage? Answer: There isn’t one.  Marriage is an adventure. It has ups and downs. Good times and dark times. Ruth Graham, the wife of most holy Billy Graham, said she never considered divorce – murder on many occasions – but never divorce.  Jeff and I have made it through…

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Just a Whisper

Even though I may roll my eyes when asked what growing up as a preachers kids was like, I am grateful for many aspects of it. Especially for the Bible stories I learned in Sunday school.  One that keeps coming to mind recently is a story between an arrogant king and a rugged old man…

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Pinballs in my Brain

Definition of Connectedness People with the StrengthsFinder theme of Connectedness believe that everything happens for a reason. They have the unique ability to ‘connect the dots’ between what is happening in the here and now with deep personal meaning. If you share the StrengthsFinder characters of Connectedness with me, you know how it can screw…

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Absolute on the Rocks

I grew up in a world that was primarily black and white. It consisted of many lists of absolutes. There were wrong and rights, goods and bads, dos and don’ts. We lived by the absolutes and we judged other’s accordingly.  As a young adult, the lines between what was once black and white began to…

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