by Jemelene | Jul 16, 2019 | My Posts at The Glorious Table, Pastor Jem
Have you ever chased love? Like many women of my generation, I found love to be elusive, especially in my formative years. With the way society’s emphasis on finding love diverges from the church’s view, the waters were already muddy when I first dipped my toe in. The...
by Jemelene | May 9, 2019 | Mama Jem, My Posts at The Glorious Table, Pastor Jem
At the age of twenty-seven, I stood in a church on Mother’s Day and wept. I’d been diagnosed with a condition that made it difficult to bear children, and being a mother had been the dream of my life. Even in elementary school, my career goals always revolved around...
by Jemelene | Apr 18, 2019 | My Posts at The Glorious Table, Pastor Jem
Several years ago, I worked in a hospital emergency room, greeting patients and families as they entered the ER. My responsibility was to see that everyone was as comfortable as possible while waiting for treatment. Just a few months into my employment, I began to...
by Jemelene | Feb 22, 2019 | My Posts at The Glorious Table, Pastor Jem
As the weekend approached, I felt myself slipping into a funk that mimicked previous bouts of depression—except I couldn’t put my finger on a cause. I was sad. I was tired. I was defeated. After spending the day conquered and unmotivated, I took note of the date. It...
by Jemelene | Nov 19, 2018 | My Posts at The Glorious Table, Pastor Jem
I grew up believing November in my home would always be about pumpkin pies, a house full of relatives, and plates of the usual Thanksgiving fare. Instead, we’ve run the gamut from joining friends to quiet days with just the four or five of us. Four years ago November...
by Jemelene | Aug 21, 2018 | Archived Jem, My Posts at The Glorious Table, Pastor Jem
If there is one word for what I have craved most in my life, I would say it’s connection. Of course, I want to belong, and for years I equated fitting in with belonging. I also believed that my value was only in my beauty or my abilities. I’m glad I was wrong. I’m...
