Originally from Austin, Texas, Jennie’s inherent nature is to create community — often hosting friends at her home. She sees art, too, as a form of kinship or hospitality, not expressing her own tastes, but pairing pure colors with the stories of others.

Meet Jennie Lou

As a child, my innate adventurous and daring nature took me racing through fields bareback on horses, swimming in cool summer streams, climbing to the highest branches and fully believing the world was at my fingertips. Back then, I never once questioned what people would think of me, or if I was good enough. In my world, horses could talk and nothing inhibited my outrageous imagination. There were no limits, whatsoever, to possibility and no one could convince me otherwise.

No wonder a wise man once told his friends, “…unless you become like children you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven.” 

And no wonder he still inspires people today, like JK Rowling and CS Lewis, to write children’s books about magical worlds and flying dragons.

And no wonder I still read them.

As we grow up we tend to question our own abilities again, and again. The world and whatever forces at work within it seem to bridle our childhood fearlessness and instill in us a foreign sense of self-doubt. The Truth of who we were born to be in was interrupted by the a question, “But did God say…”. Today it is this same voice that makes us reach for control and doubt if he has provided enough for us. Instead of listening to the whisper of who we were created to be, we listen to the voice of the world screaming at us to become who we think we should be. 

Our royal identity is now the object of our insecurities; what was once so indisputably ingrained in us when we were formed has now become the birthplace of our deepest fears.

I don’t know about you, but I would much rather be the little girl who races through fields and relentlessly believes, even when it doesn’t make sense to believe; even if it means being disappointed over, and over again. Like Maximus in Gladiator, I want to carry myself with an air of true honor and courage; I want to believe without question, I have been completely and utterly equipped to bear all things, believe all things, endure all things because my Hope does not put me to shame.

So, the question is: who were you before you started questioning who you were? 

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