Once upon a time . . .

 

 

Once upon a time,
there lived a woman whose heart grew quieter with each passing year. 
Her voice, once loud and confident, became softer and now a little wiser.  She weakened her
quest, and she became more introverted longing to find more of her inner self.  She
found rest - the kind that only comes with silencing the noise.  She
replaced busy days with slow days.   But, her heart remained just as
passionate and overflowing of her deeply rooted faith.  She met grief a few times,
and sees the beauty of each today knowing that tomorrow isn't always
promised.  She knows lonely, but is never truly alone.  She feels the
pain of others and empathy is now a dear and kindred friend.  Her heart
is a messy blessing full of stories of how she learns about love and humbly
accepts grace.  And so she writes to spill the overflow like a tea
kettle pours a cup of tea. 

Becoming our Story

I
really struggle with introductions.  I don't like attention directly on
me;  like I really struggle having my picture taken.  In this day and
age, it's not all that safe to share too much, so this needs to feel
comforting and cozy, much like a warm blanket offers security.  So while
anonymity is not the goal, safety among the world wide web holds the
key as I expose the depths of my heart.

I'm
a wife, mom, and grandma - titles I carry dearly and try not to take
them for granted.  My husband is truly my best friend and over the many
years together, I've come to love him that much more, especially for his patience
as I still learn to be the wife he deserves.  My children are my joy,
and my grandchildren allow me to spoil a little like I cautiously
avoided with my own.

I'm
a homeschooling mom with graduated students, while still yet in
the trenches with a few more who continue teaching me as I learn beside
them.  It's a beautiful balancing act - and the gift of grandchildren
now, has made it amazingly sweet to see my children grown, raising and
homeschooling children of their own.

I
love to read, but not so much for myself, as aloud to my children
snuggled up together.  Cozy!  Give me a pile of blankets, a good book, some
candle light with a good storm brewing outside, and I'm in my happy
place.

I'm
a Bible believer, simply put.  I tend to stay away from main stream
commentaries and trust only the scriptures to speak.  I stumble over
and over and over and seek grace to humble me in this journey as I continue to
listen to the Word.    I pray that my work to keep a home and raise our
children with faith, will continue among the generations as my mama
gifted me, and her mama gifted her, and .... I only hope it was passed
along farther than I know.

If all that I am remembered for in this lifetime is keeping a house and raising our children Home to the Father, then I will have had greatest success one can ever hope for in life.

"Lord,
will You let every word be written that should be written, and will You
prevent every word from being written that should not be written"

 

- Corrie ten Boom, The Five Silent Years of Corrie ten Boom, p. 126, 32-33

 

. . . and so I blow out tonight's candle and hope that I can find the words to share:   Becoming our Story that we are called to be.

This is our story!

 It begins with HOME. 

Homemaking, Homeschooling, 

& Homesteading

 Read a little more of my raw heart:  

 I am  Beautifully Broken.