& I'm the writer in this small space.
I grew up in California in a small town located two hours away from the beach & approximately many hours away from the closest famous actor or actress. (We do, however, have a large palm tree in our backyard, but I'm afraid that's the closest thing we have to the things generally associated with California.)
Call me crazy, but neither the beach or the mountains are my favorite spaces. Give me wide open fields & the smell of freshly cut alfalfa any day (it smells like home), or the city with its art & history & busy-ness & coffee shops.
Mornings are my favorite time of day; quiet & unexplored & fresh. You can usually find me with my don't-talk-to-me face on for the first twenty minutes after waking up, my bible & prayer journal in hand, & a very large cup of coffee. (Or I'm cleaning toilets because I bear the flattering title of janitor one morning a week).
My favorite thing is coffee (cinnamon dolce latte, pumpkin spice latte, & just a plain ol' homemade latte are my favorites, to be exact) & it's much of the fuel (and Jesus, of course) behind the many posts here on seasons of thought.
My favorite sports teams are the San Francisco 49ers & the San Francisco Giants (though I admit, I only dawn their t-shirts & cheer because I have one out of five brothers & a dad who loves em). I finally learned the difference between yard lines & touchdowns & bases & home runs & which games they belong to.
I have five amazing brothers who treated me like a queen because I was the only sister. I never complained about not having a sister; I just dressed up my youngest brother in dress-up clothes & had him play the groom or the tea-party partner (whatever the day called for). But in all seriousness, I am a blessed sister (especially since the married ones have given me nieces and nephews which I love and adore and snuggle).
I grew up singing & writing songs & thinking music was what I would do and pursue but God had different plans & passions for me. I still sing and write music but its mostly to process & express or sing loudly in the car when no one is looking (or when my just-as-music-lovin' friends wanna shout it with me).
I became a Christian at twenty-one years old quietly but spectacularly. Unhappiness & dissatisfaction pushed me to questions & to a Father who's rescued & redeemed me. My story is not what I ever imagined it would be; its better & messier. (My more complete story is told here through posts on the blog).
I've been writing since nine or ten years old when I received my first fuzzy blue & pink journal for my birthday. I haven't stopped writing since then though my handwriting & spelling have gotten a lot better, I hope.
It became my way to remember, process, heal at times, & pray. I tried my hand at several different blogs, none of the names of which I remember. I imagined I was a beauty blogger once-upon-a-time & some other kind of blogger another, but for some reason seasons of thought just stuck & I've now been blogging here coming up close to three years.
At first it was my own personal space & if people stumbled upon it, that was great. But the past year I started writing about things that I cared about & that I believed other people cared about & felt. Thoughts, feelings, issues, struggles, hope, stories, redemption in those stories, & gospel.
So, welcome, dear one, to unfinished but beautiful stories made so by our precious Savior. If you desire hope, encouragement, & the willingness to dive into hard subjects (& you like coffee or even if you don't because that's what grace is about), please stick around.
If you'd like to find seasons of thought on social media sites (or see snapshots of my day-to-day personal life) we have some accounts for that.
seasons of thought on Instagram: @seasonsofthought
jennifer langley on Instagram @jenniferlangley93