“Everything changed the day she figured out there was exactly enough time for the important things in her life.”
-Brian Andreas
-Brian Andreas
Hey there. I’m Jordan. I was born in 1993. I am married to one wonderful husband, who is way out of my league. We have two babies, and my job is mostly to stay home and raise them. It's the greatest job in the world. I love stories. Reading them, listening to them, writing them, and telling them. Stories make us human. I also like hugs, and I'll never give them up.
Our stories become infinitely important when we realize they are part of the great cosmic picture of Love—they’re part of the story God is writing as He redeems mankind and restores the world from brokenness to Glory. I encourage you to share your story, all the Parts, because Realness makes this broken world more bearable. As C.S. Lewis says, “Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…‘“and genuine people are *always* the best Kind.
Writing is my therapy (I guess it’s probably the case that I do it more for myself than for you.) It is often the case that I have 18,793 things to do, but my brain needs clarity to get them done, so I sit and write FIRST. I really like words. I speak and think and write and read a lot of them.
One time, I travelled Europe for nearly a year. I also went to Bible “school” in a castle nestled in the rolling hills of northern England. There were lots of sheep, and I wore lots of scarves and bought my first pair of rain boots because there was lots of cold and lots of rain. I went hang gliding in the Swiss Alps and sailed the Greek Isles and spent time in eleven countries in all. It was the single most formative year of Life Before Ben, mostly because of the people I met and the fact that I read the Bible cover-to-cover.
I take a lot of pictures and used to like my coffee black, but I've gotten soft.
There are seven foods I will not eat: olives, cantaloupe, honeydew melon, tomatoes, shellfish, squid, and octopus. Everything else, I like.
I’ll sing old hymns ‘til Kingdom Come. It Is Well With My Soul brings tears, every time, everywhere.
There’s a little town in Oregon where I grew up. It’s my Village, and the people there raised me as much as my parents (who are the best. ever.) did.
This space is a compilation of original writings, photographs, and things others have said that strike a chord in me. I used to write on Tumblr, and all my Old Stuff is still there. Until I'm able to move it into the archives here, here's a link to There.
I really like lists, so here’s an ever-growing one of my favourite things. People have called me an Old Soul since I was a little girl, and I think they’re probably right…
mountains.
babies.
hammocks.
trees.
patagonia.
ozark, my lil’ red Subaru.
kittens.
sewing.
gardening.
climbing.
wakeboarding.
old cabins.
snow.
skiing.
snow-shoeing.
the country.
dancing.
glitter & sequins.
dirt.
boots.
awesome outfits.
learning.
questions.
old movies.
little creatures.
sunrises & sunsets.
watching stars.
making bread.
handmade gifts.
baking.
mountains.
old hymns.
crockpots & kitchenaides.
burlap.
old quilts.
cool rugs.
brown paper packages tied up with string.
garage sales.
musicals.
watching people surf.
concerts.
girly drinks & red wine.
my gold glitter stilettos.
anything outside.
kids.
natural hair.
the Sound of Music.
cooking outside.
lists.
sand between my toes.
tight sheets, good linens, & made beds.
lamplight.
books—all of them.
well-placed swear words.
canning.
gear
airplanes & travel.
mountains.
road trips (the kind where i’m a passenger.)
castles.
history.
climbing rocks & climbing trees.
all my “second” families.
reading blogs.
oregon.
wax seals & real letters.
people who can play an instrument.
pastries.
cold lakes.
sleeping outside.
hot chocolate chip cookies.
skinny dipping.
fruit pies.
taylor swift.
country roads.
old trucks.
manual transmission.
tractors & barns.
riding horses.
snorkelling.
chacos.
leather shoes.
copper cookware.
trucker hats.
sailing.
spitting sunflower seeds.
good fiction.
grinding coffee beans.
baseball stadiums, under the lights.
handthrown pottery bowls.
cold lakes.
clean bathrooms
city lights…i could watch them twinkle, from a High Place, for hours.
line-hung clothes.
nutella.
white cheddar cheez-its.
the first bite of a really good apple.
a fresh banana dipped in peanut-butter&nutella.
small-town friday night football games.
I love my First Family, and my brothers are the best kind of adventurers. My dad is an incredible athlete, and my mom is a world-traveller, and they taught us to love Jesus, love the world, and love all its people, so they’re the greatest parents in the world. I like them so much I want them to live on my property when they’re old.
I mess up a lot and am thankful people respond well to the words “I’m sorry.” I tend to write more eloquently than I speak. I write a lot of letters.
Seek Truth. Speak Truth. Believe God. Love Well.
May my life and my words be a reflection of the love of Jesus Christ—the God who created the universe and came back to save us so that we, too, could live eternally with Him.
Drop a line, say hi, come along on an adventure. Thanks for stopping by, and if we ever have the grace to meet in person, let’s hug long and grab a cup of joe.
Our stories become infinitely important when we realize they are part of the great cosmic picture of Love—they’re part of the story God is writing as He redeems mankind and restores the world from brokenness to Glory. I encourage you to share your story, all the Parts, because Realness makes this broken world more bearable. As C.S. Lewis says, “Friendship is born at that moment when one man says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought that no one but myself…‘“and genuine people are *always* the best Kind.
Writing is my therapy (I guess it’s probably the case that I do it more for myself than for you.) It is often the case that I have 18,793 things to do, but my brain needs clarity to get them done, so I sit and write FIRST. I really like words. I speak and think and write and read a lot of them.
One time, I travelled Europe for nearly a year. I also went to Bible “school” in a castle nestled in the rolling hills of northern England. There were lots of sheep, and I wore lots of scarves and bought my first pair of rain boots because there was lots of cold and lots of rain. I went hang gliding in the Swiss Alps and sailed the Greek Isles and spent time in eleven countries in all. It was the single most formative year of Life Before Ben, mostly because of the people I met and the fact that I read the Bible cover-to-cover.
I take a lot of pictures and used to like my coffee black, but I've gotten soft.
There are seven foods I will not eat: olives, cantaloupe, honeydew melon, tomatoes, shellfish, squid, and octopus. Everything else, I like.
I’ll sing old hymns ‘til Kingdom Come. It Is Well With My Soul brings tears, every time, everywhere.
There’s a little town in Oregon where I grew up. It’s my Village, and the people there raised me as much as my parents (who are the best. ever.) did.
This space is a compilation of original writings, photographs, and things others have said that strike a chord in me. I used to write on Tumblr, and all my Old Stuff is still there. Until I'm able to move it into the archives here, here's a link to There.
I really like lists, so here’s an ever-growing one of my favourite things. People have called me an Old Soul since I was a little girl, and I think they’re probably right…
mountains.
babies.
hammocks.
trees.
patagonia.
ozark, my lil’ red Subaru.
kittens.
sewing.
gardening.
climbing.
wakeboarding.
old cabins.
snow.
skiing.
snow-shoeing.
the country.
dancing.
glitter & sequins.
dirt.
boots.
awesome outfits.
learning.
questions.
old movies.
little creatures.
sunrises & sunsets.
watching stars.
making bread.
handmade gifts.
baking.
mountains.
old hymns.
crockpots & kitchenaides.
burlap.
old quilts.
cool rugs.
brown paper packages tied up with string.
garage sales.
musicals.
watching people surf.
concerts.
girly drinks & red wine.
my gold glitter stilettos.
anything outside.
kids.
natural hair.
the Sound of Music.
cooking outside.
lists.
sand between my toes.
tight sheets, good linens, & made beds.
lamplight.
books—all of them.
well-placed swear words.
canning.
gear
airplanes & travel.
mountains.
road trips (the kind where i’m a passenger.)
castles.
history.
climbing rocks & climbing trees.
all my “second” families.
reading blogs.
oregon.
wax seals & real letters.
people who can play an instrument.
pastries.
cold lakes.
sleeping outside.
hot chocolate chip cookies.
skinny dipping.
fruit pies.
taylor swift.
country roads.
old trucks.
manual transmission.
tractors & barns.
riding horses.
snorkelling.
chacos.
leather shoes.
copper cookware.
trucker hats.
sailing.
spitting sunflower seeds.
good fiction.
grinding coffee beans.
baseball stadiums, under the lights.
handthrown pottery bowls.
cold lakes.
clean bathrooms
city lights…i could watch them twinkle, from a High Place, for hours.
line-hung clothes.
nutella.
white cheddar cheez-its.
the first bite of a really good apple.
a fresh banana dipped in peanut-butter&nutella.
small-town friday night football games.
I love my First Family, and my brothers are the best kind of adventurers. My dad is an incredible athlete, and my mom is a world-traveller, and they taught us to love Jesus, love the world, and love all its people, so they’re the greatest parents in the world. I like them so much I want them to live on my property when they’re old.
I mess up a lot and am thankful people respond well to the words “I’m sorry.” I tend to write more eloquently than I speak. I write a lot of letters.
Seek Truth. Speak Truth. Believe God. Love Well.
May my life and my words be a reflection of the love of Jesus Christ—the God who created the universe and came back to save us so that we, too, could live eternally with Him.
Drop a line, say hi, come along on an adventure. Thanks for stopping by, and if we ever have the grace to meet in person, let’s hug long and grab a cup of joe.
