Simply Jaimie

Where is God? There is something unusual about the book of Esther. God is never explicitly mentioned. There is no dramatic appearance from an angel. No prophet delivering a message from the Lord. No voice from heaven telling Esther what she should do next. And yet, when you read Esther's story, it is difficult not to see the hand of the Lord throughout it. Esther just happens to become queen. Mordecai just happens to overhear a plot against the king. His good deed just happens to be recorded. The king just happens to be unable to sleep on the very night he needs to be reminded of what Mordecai had done. Again and again, circumstances come together at exactly the right time. God may not be named in Esther's story, but His hand can be seen throughout it. And I wonder how often the same is true of our own family stories. I think about my Nan. Toward the end of her life, she was able to fly from England to spend Christmas with our family. At the time, we couldn't have known tha...

Have you ever driven past a house and wondered about the people who once lived there? Who celebrated birthdays in the dining room? Who learned to ride a bicycle in the front yard? Who stood at the window waiting for someone they loved to come home? Houses quietly witness the stories of generations. The Little House by Virginia Lee Burton reminds us that while neighborhoods may change, the memories created within a home can last a lifetime. Built in the countryside, a little house is surrounded by rolling hills, blooming apple trees, and changing seasons. She happily watches families come and go, enjoying the peaceful rhythm of country life. As the years pass, the world around her changes. Roads are built, buildings rise, and the quiet countryside slowly becomes a busy city. Although everything around her is transformed, the little house never forgets where she belongs. Eventually, she is lovingly moved back to the countryside, where she once again finds peace among the fields and c...

 Some of my favorite childhood memories include my cousins. They were the people who made ordinary family gatherings unforgettable. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, stayed up far too late, created inside jokes only we understood, and made memories that still make us smile years later. While our lives may have taken us in different directions, we share something no one else does—we remember the same people, the same places, and many of the same stories. That's one of the beautiful things about cousins. They often remember details we have forgotten. They can tell a story from a completely different perspective or fill in pieces of our family history that would otherwise be lost. Family history isn't only found in old records and photographs. Sometimes it's waiting in a conversation with someone who grew up right alongside you. These 25 questions are designed to help you reconnect with your cousins, preserve your shared memories, and uncover stories that deserve to be passe...

What is your favorite memory with one of your cousins? Today is my cousin's birthday! Although we live on different continents now, I still loved seeing photos of his birthday celebration pop up on social media. Distance may change how often we see the people we love, but it doesn't change the memories we've shared or the place they hold in our family story. Reading Summer Is for Cousins reminded me that some of the best family memories aren't made during big events. They're made on ordinary summer days—playing games, eating meals together, staying up too late, and simply enjoying one another's company. Those moments might seem small at the time, but they often become the stories we carry with us for a lifetime. When I was visiting my family in England, my cousin, aunt, niece, and I went to see Tangled at the cinema. While we were waiting for my aunt and niece to come out of the restroom, I decided it would be funny to walk down the escalator that was going ...

Every family has traditions that become part of who they are. Some happen every Christmas. Others happen every Sunday afternoon. And some are so ordinary that we don't realize how meaningful they are until they're no longer part of our routine. Those traditions become more than things we do. They become the way we remember the people we love. Bread Days by Hannah Chung is a beautiful reminder that even after someone is gone, the traditions they began can continue to bring comfort, connection, and joy. Nara looks forward to bread days with her Papa more than anything. Together they mix, fold, score, and bake fresh sourdough, filling their home with warmth, conversation, and anticipation as they wait for the loaf to rise. When Papa dies, bread days come to an unexpected end. The kitchen feels quiet, and the familiar routine that once brought so much happiness now reminds Nara of everything she misses. But as she begins caring for the sourdough starter she and Papa created to...

Imagine spending weeks rebuilding a city wall only to have people constantly try to distract you. That was Nehemiah's reality. As he and the people worked to rebuild Jerusalem, their enemies mocked them, threatened them, and repeatedly tried to lure Nehemiah away from the work. His response has become one of my favorite verses in scripture: "I am doing a great work, so that I cannot come down." (Nehemiah 6:3) Every time I read those words, I ask myself: What is the great work God has given me? As a wife and mother, it's easy to feel like my days are filled with ordinary things—reading bedtime stories, helping with homework, wiping sticky counters, folding laundry, and making dinner. It's also easy to wonder if preserving family stories, interviewing grandparents, labeling old photographs, or writing in my children's journals can wait until life feels less busy. But Nehemiah reminds me that some work is simply too important to "come down" from. Presid...

 As parents, we spend so much time making memories with our children that we sometimes forget to share the stories that came before them. They know your favorite color, what you like to eat, and maybe even your favorite movie. But do they know what you dreamed of becoming when you were ten? Why you chose their name? What your grandparents were like? Or what you prayed for before they were born? The truth is, there are countless things your children will never know unless you tell them. Not because they don't care, but because they don't know to ask. One day they'll wonder what your childhood was like. They'll want to know how you met their other parent, what life looked like before smartphones, what made you laugh, what broke your heart, and what shaped the person who raised them. By then, you may not remember every detail—or they may no longer have the chance to ask. That's why it's worth sharing your story now. These 25 prompts are an invitation to preserve th...