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That’s Who I Praise (Even when I’m burned out)
The boys were in the sunroom doing what boys do best – making a mess that somehow multiples the longer you pretend it doesn’t exist. I was half-working on my computer, half staring at the screen, with worship music playing in the background. Nothing special. Just noise to fill the chaos. If I’m being honest,…
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I Hate This Part of Farming
Everyone loves snow until you live with animals. Until your water buckets are frozen solid. Until your chickens stop laying and you’re out there chipping ice off contraptions that worked fine yesterday. Until your dog is having the time of his life while you’re quietly bracing for what the cold might take. We brought Tilly…
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My Granny Era Essentials (Things That Are Quietly Holding My Life Together)
I didn’t wake up one day and decide to enter my granny era.It just… happened. One minute I was winging meals and buying bread.The next, I was deeply invested in jar sizes and freezer organization. This season of life is slower, louder, messier, and somehow more grounded all at once. And while none of this…
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I’ve entered my granny era.
Not because I’m old.Not because I’ve given up.But because I am tired — and also deeply committed to peace. I’m in my last few years of my 30s, and instead of chasing whatever the internet says I should be doing, I’m over here making jelly like it’s a personality trait. Baking bread because it fixes…
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We Gave Our Kids Memories for Christmas
For Christmas this year, we gave our kids the gift of memories. We decided it felt like the right time to shift away from more material things and lean into more family time — the kind they’ll actually remember. Because let’s be honest…Ask your kids what three things they got last Christmas. I’ll wait.But ask…
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Mom Packed It
When you’re getting ready for vacation, does anyone else feel like – especially as a mom – you’re personally responsible for making sure every human in your family has everything they could ever possibly need or want while you’re gone? Like don’t forget the band-aids. Don’t forget that one stuffy that, as of yesterday, is…
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We came to church anyways
We were late. Again. Someone couldn’t finding their shoes. Someone else suddenly needed a snack. The boy’s church clothes technically fit… in the way that counts if you don’t look too closely. There was toothpaste on at least one face (maybe mine), and the hair situation was best described as “good enough”. And for a…
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Holding Space for Every Version of Myself
Here’s something I didn’t realize I’d need to learn as an adult: I am not just one version of me. I am a whole collection. Let me explain. There’s the version of me who used to love a color-coded plan and felt very accomplished when everything fit neatly into a box. There’s the version of…
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Boys and Backyard Shenanigans
Send Help! I live on a farm. I am fully convinced my boys wake up already plotting (before coffee) Not plotting their school day. Not plotting chores. No- these kids wake up with a dirt-based master plan. They head straight outside to dig holes in the worst possible location in the yard. Not the clearly…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 