The mess of spiritual gifts.
Y’all, sometimes life is just sloppy. It’s messy. It’s downright dirty. We have entered into a busier season in our lives. Stu has been staying incredibly busy with the school,…
Read MoreTwo parents. Four hooligans. We farm together. We eat together. We grow together. It ain’t always pretty but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Y’all, sometimes life is just sloppy. It’s messy. It’s downright dirty. We have entered into a busier season in our lives. Stu has been staying incredibly busy with the school,…
Read MoreSometimes, I get really ambitious and unsettled. It’s true. Until our big move, I’d never really noticed this in myself – perhaps is accentuated by challenge circumstance. Actually no….
Read MoreHere it is. My 500th post on The Elliott Homestead. 500th, people. That’s a lot of recipes, quotes, poems, updated lists, and homemade goodness. It’s also a lot of babbling,…
Read MoreWhile Stuart and I were in Sunday School yesterday, our teacher brought up a point that really struck my attention. We were discussing God’s grace that He extends to us…
Read MoreWhat’s that, reader?You wanted to read an inspiring post on something creative and wonderful?Perhaps a recipe filled with butter and cinnamon?Alas, that day shall come. But today is not it….
Read MoreOh friends. How thankful I am for you all. Truthfully, I want to offer my sincere thanks for all of you out there who I know have been lifting our…
Read MoreAm I ready for baby number two?Well, no. And that’s okay, because I still have nineteen weeks to go (seventeen and a half if this little pumpkin comes at the…
Read MoreThis is one of those posts where I’m not sure what will stream out of my overactive emotional brain until I actually sit down to type it. That is your…
Read MoreI did it again. Instead of resting on Sunday, as you know, God commanded, I slogged around in an emotional brain-fart, completing mediocre and ridiculous tasks. Cleaning out the juicer. Washing some…
Read MoreI’ve had a few rough days these past few weeks. Sometimes I just miss seeing familiar faces. Faces that know me and love me. You know. Those kind of faces….
Read MoreAs I sit here in my tattered and stained apron, socked and sore feet propped up on the coffee table, baby just placed down for the night, floor mopped and…
Read MoreRandom, but I heard this song on the local radio station and it made me smile. Even though it’s been around for years, it still makes me happy when it…
Read MoreAnd as experience is the best teacher, I’m here to share with you how to bake better bread at home. Save yourself years of bad loaves. My many baking flops are your gain. Here’s how to bake better bread at home.
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