They say the kitchen is the heart of the home. These people who live in my home love to eat, most days it’s six times per day.…… Read more “Homestead Chronicles 4: All the Light”
Our neighbors and dear friends, the Carters, set off some fireworks in the culdasac on our last night in the old house. It was bittersweet. The next…… Read more “Homestead Chronicles 3: Welcome Home”
It had been a few days since we had toured the property. Our hearts were heavy, yet hopeful, surely there was purpose in all this. The things…… Read more “homestead chronicles 2: the blue quilt”
It had been five years in our first home. When we arrived there, it was just Brett and I and two littles. We grew to six and…… Read more “homestead chronicles: love at first sight”
For what is the home? Is it for living? Then let it be alive.
Friends, if only I could sit with you, face to face over a cup of piping hot coffee, and look you in the eye and let you…… Read more “Wide Eyed”
John 15 Jesus, the True Vine 15 “I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. 2 He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce…… Read more “The Undoing: On Tiller Tears & Slowing Down”
I think one of the hardest things about this season of Sabbathing, is not the quiet, not the stillness, not the rest, the hardest thing about it, is the undoing, the unbeing.
It’s the crumbling of self.
I have found there is more to life than awaiting the next mountaintop, there is actually available to us, joy in the valley. We have heard the…… Read more “Dance in the Valley”
Children are a wonderful gift. But if we didn’t teach them, train them, and raise them up, they would be such a mess, right? The dirt under…… Read more “Surrendering the Weeds”