About Jezreel
Jezreel Cohen is a 22 year old, married, mother of one living in central Canada with her dog and cat.
If you wish to contact her, please feel free to email her.
About Me
When I was very young (around the age of 4 or 5) I began writing. I had a vast imagination and was a very bright child for my age, so I began writing. My teachers often congratulated me on my work and some of it was published in different magazines and books. For years I had decided that I was going to be an author some day, someone who could write poetry, and short stories, and even books! As the years passed by, that desire left me and I went to pursue different things. But none of those things stayed constant. Yet, one thing remained: my ability to write. And I thank God for it.
Surely That's Not It...?
I live in a small green house surrounded by looming pine trees in a rural town in central Canada with my wonderful husband and our young son. We have an old gray tabby who likes to lounge in the sun and get into scrapes with the local strays. We also have a spry young pup named Professor Grim who's main mission in life is to eat me out of house and home.
Really, though, I'm just a regular housewife who manages her husband's home business and is trying to raise her son the best way she knows how: as a Christian.
I am a Christian above and beyond everything other label I've gained in this lifetime. I gave my life over to Christ when I was 18 years old. Though I've had a fair share of stumbles, God has proven himself faithful time and time again; restoring a broken marriage, healing my heart, giving me a child whom the DOCTORS THEMSELVES described as a "miracle baby". I owe everything to my Saviour and I hope that with my work, I glorify Him.
I am ultra-conservative. I believe that modesty is the best policy. Israel is where I wish to be, but since I'm stuck in Canada for the time being, I guess I'll just have to live with it.
I was born with congenital anosmia (the lack of the sense of smell) as well as double-jointed thumbs, and webbed toes, and the inability to pronounce the letter "r", if you would believe it.
Since I was born, I've been able to smell four things in my life (soy sauce, cedar, skunk, and hog barns - yum), I still have double-jointed thumbs (they're killer for hitchhiking), and webbed toes, but with speech therapy I've been able to conquer the "r" thing.