Posted on January 20, 2019 by Jenn Zatopek
It was in my late twenties that I discovered the writings of Paul Young and The Shack, and it could not have come at a better time. I converted to Christianity at age twenty after I discovered Jesus at an Episcopal Church in which my humanities professor, Father Bob, served as a part-time rector. As I took the host for the first time from Father Bob, I leaned against the communion rail and wept with joy because I knew I had finally found Jesus, my true home.
Posted on January 9, 2018 by Jenn Zatopek
When I feel the crushing weight of grief,
of relationships lost, of rejection,
I go for a walk and look up.
Posted on January 2, 2019 by Jenn Zatopek
*This essay was accepted for publication by SheLoves Magazine in December 2018. However, they were unable to publish it. Still, it is an honor that the editors loved the work and wanted to publish it. Enjoy!
It’s Christmastime** again, and the cold rain falls steadily upon the earth as I sip my hot tea and stare out the window, enjoying the pale gray morning. I listen to the folksinger Sufjan Stevens croon “Joy to the World,” and I can’t help but weep. What is it about this particular song that stirs me so deeply, and why am I smiling? Could it be that I have finally awakened to the truth of who I am, God’s beloved daughter?
Posted on December 7, 2018 by Jenn Zatopek
Last week, I decided to undertake a new project in addition to private practice. The opportunity is flexible and lucrative and has supportive management. It is for a good cause and would allow me to pursue several dreams that are coming true for me, especially so for the next year.
But I have a confession to make to you: I experienced misgivings the moment I decided to take on something new.
Posted on November 29, 2018 by Jenn Zatopek
I sit in a sunlit diner having a late lunch. It’s after two o’clock in the afternoon, and I notice the light dancing in the shadows near the corners of the wall, the dust motes floating delicately down the way to the ground, their bedding for the moment before they are brushed away into air again.
The diner is situated near a busy intersection so I take a seat in a quiet corner of the cafe, watching the cars drift by and the russet leaves blow on a slender tree just outside the back door. I’m caught in a beautiful reverie, a flow of sorts, of relaxing into the only moment I have: the present.
Posted on November 21, 2018 by Jenn Zatopek
Hello, my friends. Welcome to round one of the holiday escapades: Thanksgiving. (Just imagine the sound of a gong going off.) As someone who has ever so tiny issues with uncertainty and stress, I am doubling down on my self-care practices including prayer and meditation, daily gratitude lists, and calling only the people who are kind, loving, responsive, and affirming.
Posted on November 19, 2018 by Jenn Zatopek
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof. (Richard Bach)
The holiday season is upon us and everywhere I go I hear Christmas music shouting from music speakers, observe twinkling lights on houses and storefronts, and eavesdrop on holiday conversation. My heart does a familiar and bittersweet dance of nostalgia, dread, and longing.