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Janet Benlien Reeves was born and raised in Southern California, but she has spent most of her adult life moving from home to home as an Army chaplain’s wife. She and her husband, now retired from the military, have also lived in Missouri, Maine, New York, the Netherlands, South Carolina, Colorado, Texas, Georgia, and Washington State.

As Janet and her husband traveled from home to home, six children joined their adventure. Four are grown; one is married. Now four darling children call Janet “Memaw.”

Janet has worked as a Sunday school curriculum editor and freelance writer. She recently earned her MA in Professional Writing and her MFA in Creative Writing from Liberty University. She has written two books: Home Is Where God Sends You and Parachute Prayer.

Janet enjoys reading, running, exploring the great outdoors, and making pictures with her camera.

Her life has no meaning without Jesus; His life means salvation, love, hope, peace, and joy to her—and so much more! She believes the future is bright because no matter what we’re facing now, God is with us, God does love us, and God has promised that His plans for us are good. Janet writes to make this message known, so others can know God.

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