I don't really want to write this post. I've been avoiding it for six days now. Because somehow, as my fingers stroke the keys, it makes it all so much more real. As many of our Facebook friends know, we've been asking for prayers for our Sally Belle over the past six days. Because I'll be damned if the 'ol girl isn't breaking my heart.  I don't think I can get myself to write out … [Read more...]

The World As Georgia Sees It

Georgia (1 of 1)

Summer has a bit of magic that swirls around the fringes of complete insanity. Just when I think I'll surely hole up and die of exhaustion, there are teeny moments of pure, well, magic that revive my soul enough to complete another task... another chore... another harvest.  While I was snuggled up to Sally's flank, watching the milk fill the bucket, I felt some little fingers on my … [Read more...]

A day in the life.

Day (1 of 1)-4

It's a rare moment on the farm. The hobbit is tucked into bed after an intense showering session in which the mud (ah, who am I kidding, it was mostly poop) he'd decided to play in while I was milking was washed away, along with the sins of the day. G-love is pretending she's a mermaid in a bubble bath - also washing away the drudge of another hot summer day. Sir William has been asleep … [Read more...]

Those days.


Oh man. You know those days? Those days?  The days that, despite the biblical truths one knows and believes and loves, get the better of you?  Y'all. I'm there. I'm theeeeere. My gang... my gang is cute as ever, aren't they? You know what else they are? Agitating. Poopy. Fussy. Disobedience. And all-consuming. Like emotional leeches.  I'm not trying to complain … [Read more...]

It’s my birthday.


Today, I'm 29 years old. Twenty nine. Twizzledy to the nizzledy.  (...that was gangster talk for '29'). Yes, my dear friends, today is my date of birth. Twenty nine years ago today, my mother endured what can only be described as extreme pain to bring me into this world. Frankly, let's face it, birthdays shouldn't be about us. They should be about what our mothers endured … [Read more...]

It’s meant to be good.


I'd like to say I was better at this, but frankly, it's a huge struggle for me. "This" begin okay with the mess of life, that is. Today, I begged a cleaning company to venture out to the farm to scrub only God knows what out of my showers and tubs. Then, I pleaded with them to scrub the smoothie off the window, the poop off the crib, and the stains out of the kitchen sink. I threw in … [Read more...]

Inviting my children to a revolution.


If I could sum up why it is we do everything we do... ... the early morning milkings... .... the cleaning out of the chicken coop... ... the tending, caring, and slaving over the garden beds... ... the answer is actually quite clean and easy. It's the food. We do what we do for the food. The benefits of growing one's food completely overwhelm the work load. And even though it's … [Read more...]

… and then there was death.


A reader once told me that the veil between life and death was so sheer thin, it almost made it impossible to breathe. Last night, as I held our dead lamb in my arms, I knew exactly what she meant. My initial response was anger. Anger at the situation, anger that there was nothing I could do to bring him back to life, anger that I was in that position of sadness and loss. Anger at … [Read more...]

It Is Finished.


My husband delivered a few meditations at our Good Friday service yesterday, and as I sat there with my three fussing children, crayon wrappers littering the aisle, the smell of a poopy diaper wafting through the air, I listened passionately to the words he shared with the congregation. And then, tears began to stream down my cheeks. Christ's death was real. Was powerful. Was for me. As … [Read more...]

How To Pay Off Debt: How we paid off $30k of debt in less than a year.


I remember reading in one of Dave Ramsey's financial guidance books that if people are making fun of your car, you're probably in the right spot with your debt payoff. Well, the 'ol van is broken down and sitting in our driveway (in true trashy fashion). It's got a mouse living in the dashboard somewhere and in a few more days, the studded tires on it are going to be illegal and there aren't … [Read more...]