Seven years ago, I walked into a bar with a very unfamiliar bridal party. Even though I was the florist for the wedding and was good friends with the bride in college, the rest of the girls were strangers to me. Sure, we’d spent the day lounging around a pool together and were all coordinated
Homesteading comes with its sacrifices. Sleeping in, for example. Time. Money. Energy. Bathtub space. Say whaaaaat? You heard me. Ever since the beginning of the month, our bathroom has morphed into an unrecognizable meshing of barn and greenhouse. It smells slightly of fish meal (from the chick feed) and soil, not anything like the essential
Now that we’re heading into the beginning of Spring (Lord willing) and projects are beginning to spurt out our eyeballs (sorry, bad imagery?), I felt it sort of important to share with you a few points of encouragement for all the new homesteaders out there. I get countless emails and messages from readers who are
I just tucked a slightly feverish G-love into bed, her little body curled and snuggled up under her pink flowered blanket before I even got in the room to tuck her in. I proceeded to lay next to her in bed for a few brief moments to read a story from her Jesus Storybook Bible.