The Farm Dream

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I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it, and feel it. The deep desire molds and transforms into a vivid dream. So vivid I can feel the rock and dirt beneath my dusty boots. My hair is blown off my face by the gentle breeze swaying back and forth the tall blades of grass. I can feel the callous formed on my hand from turning nothing into something. I can hear breathless children running to roam, explore, and grow. The sounds of familiar animals abound and meander through field and tree. The scent of rich earth, old wood, and life are present in every breath I inhale. I can see the raw beauty of new growth, life, starry nights, and the rising of a sun dripping warmth on everything it touches.

 

The dream continues at a slow, intentional pace.

 

I can taste the sweetness of the simplest of foods raised in nothing more than rain, dirt, and sunshine. My mouth waters as the simple turns into a creation of love placed on a table filled with precious people all around. The stories shared and memories tucked away around the old scratched table brings warmth to my heart. I can feel the softness of worn out couch cushions and can hear the squeak of the porch swing. This is just too much, my heart may burst.

 

I can see it. I can see the little home filled with every lovely piece of family history. Small chunks of dried mud are scattered from one porch to the next. I hear the slam of the screen door as the freedom to run flows through my children’s veins. I feel shade from hovering trees providing a sanctuary. I see the old worn quilt laying in the grass with remnants of children’s lunch scattered across.

 

I can feel the sense of values, experience, honor, hard work, determination, curiosity, ingenuity, encircling and taking place in our souls where there were empty spaces we never knew existed. I want to stay here. The place I want to grow old with my husband in. The place I want to raise and love my children in. The place where others flock to get away from it all in my piece of paradise…

 

Though the dream is beautiful, I must open my eyes. I am missing it. Missing the here and now. The beauty of the wait.

 

For now I’ll take the desire that gave birth to my beautiful dream and praise the good Lord above. Rest in the contentment. The desire that was woven into the tapestry of my life was done by Him. I’ll wring my heart out so my desires can flow into the every day. To let them seep into every crevice of my life. I’ll strive to live and walk out those desires right here and right now. Not to wait on the planned circumstance or when the next time I close my eyes lost in a daydream.  I don’t want to miss the chance to live the beauty that lies within today.

 

So until the farm dream burst into a beautiful reality, I’ll let the desire take over and live it now, for Him.

 

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Are You Proud To Be A Homemaker?

Time for me to admit something. I have slowly let some views of feminism seep into my life. I have let the stereotype of the homemaker infiltrate my heart. Join me at Raising Homemakers to read my story and perhaps shed some light on the truth!

 

When Your Heart Is Broken

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My heart aches, it’s broken. I’m watching it again. Watching a precious family torn to bits by the devastation of separation and divorce. It never ceases to amaze me how deep and far spread the impact entangles itself. It’s like a cancer multiplying, killing, and bringing dysfunction to a life-giving sacrament.

 

This is satan’s work at it’s finest. Finding the weak spots and holes then filling it with lies and deceit. He finds his victory in our tears. He is giving a standing ovation every time a door is slammed and names are called. His hands are clapping as children watch and listen from the other room. He chuckles as lives crumble into a heap of all the other mess he has created around the world.

 

We have to hate it. Hate it all. Hate divorce, all things contributing, and all things promoting. We are in a battlefield.

 

We have to fight for the beauty. The beauty of struggles, but sticking it out anyway. The beauty of the entwining of imperfect lives in need of a savior. The beauty of sacrifice and unconditional love. The beauty of a promise kept even when times are tough.

 

We have to love. Love it all. Love the commitment, all things contributing, and all things promoting.

 

I believe in restoration and healing. This is God’s business. The most impossible situations can rise from the ashes into a spring of love, hope, and determination. I believe in God’s blueprints for life and marriage. I know that when followed, they flourish. I believe it’s all worth it. I believe we must fight and be on guard. I believe we have to stay on our knees asking God to protect our marriage and families.

 

A wise woman once said, “Make your sweet memories now so they can help carry you through the hard seasons of marriage.”

 

When times get tough, use the ammunition of your sweetest memories. Let’s always remember the times you both laughed so hard you cried. Remember the day your first baby was placed in your arms. Don’t forget all of the burnt dinners, the walks, and the falling asleep on the couch. Remember how many times the alarm clock would ring until you kicked him to turn it off. Don’t forget the anniversaries, the new house, the endless home projects, the long overdue date nights, the accomplishment of surviving your baby’s first year, the promotions, the answered prayers, the friendships… Make your own list and add to it frequently.

 

Reflect on your list, fan the flame, love with all your might, and pray like there is no tomorrow.

 

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Bring Tea Time Back

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I am a great admirer of anything from the olden days. There is precious wisdom found through stories and practices from long ago. A time when life was lived with more intention in a slower pace. That is my mission for my family.

 

Tea time has bought such sweetness to our days. It’s simple, connecting, and is a memory maker. I was first inspired to carve out this time by reading one of my favorite books, “The Mission of Motherhood,” by Sally Clarckson. This book touched my heart in so many ways. It contained a lot of what I felt and was able to give me direction to put it into action.

 

In order to create this into a lifelong habit, I needed to capture their hearts. I decided to incorporate our read aloud time into this hoping to form another worthwhile habit. My first book of choice was, “The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lion,The Witch and The Wardrobe,” by C.S. Lewis. This brilliant book did not disappoint.  It is such a beautifully written piece of literature that grabbed everyone’s heart, mind, and soul from the first page. They still mention the characters from when we read about it months ago. Since that time we have read a slew of other books. My favorites have been, “Charlotte’s Web,” by E. B. White, “The Story of Doctor Dolittle,” by Hugh Lofting, and “Little House in the Big woods” by Laura Ingalls Wilder.

 

Now, for the goodness of the tea. My favorite place to purchase my tea is from the Bulk Herb Store. All of their teas are certified organic and are very healthy for you and your babes. I started consuming their herbal tea almost two years ago during my last pregnancy. My children really like any of their cinnamon teas. Browse around and I’m sure you’ll find a tea to try that will suit your family.

 

Now before you get the perfectly mannered, peaceful tea time fantasy flowing through your brain… remember this is a habit of life’s goodness we are trying to form. There has been plenty of discipline going around during our tea time, but the moments have been so worth it! Make this a priority, you won’t regret it.

 

As a side note, be sure to include your little guys. Grab them a man mug and pull up a chair. This isn’t just for the ladies. He will enjoy the treats just as well and can have the opportunity to hear about heroes and men of honor.

 

This time is so precious. Let’s take some lessons from long ago, sip on some tea every now and then and share some stories:)

 

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For My Girls

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When you find yourself many years from now in the thick of life, remember the blessings that got you thus far.

 

When your eyes are begging for rest as you hold that sweet baby close in the dark hours of the night, remember this to shall pass.

 

When you reload the dishwasher or switch the laundry AGAIN remember you are modeling servanthood for the sweet ones under foot.

 

When you listen for the fourth time about how the ant crawled over a rock, just smile and know how blessed you are they choose you to tell.

 

When dinner time sneaks up on you and you would rather just say the kitchen’s closed, remember your feeding and nourishing the next generation for God. Feed them well.

 

When the reading, writing, and math overtake you. Take a deep breath, grab their favorite story and get lost in their book.

 

When the shoe isn’t in the box and the sock match is missing, just grab the first sock you find and start the shoe scavenger hunt.

 

When the sound of, “mommy” rings in your ears, just know some never get the chance hear the sweet sound.

 

When you want to give up and lock yourself in the bathroom, rest assured every momma does.

 

When you want to go back and crank up the country music, pull them close and dance the day away.

 

When you wonder what happened to your old self, remember she is there, only now you are a better version.

 

When time seems to disappear into thin air, make every. moment. matter.

 

When the regrets of yesterday blur your eyes for today, remember His mercies are new.

 

When that man who promised you forever walks in the door, make sure you love him well.

 

When the runny noses and upset bellies come to linger, grab blankets, movies, soup, and chocolate for yourself.

 

When you messed up and feel like you crushed their spirits, make a batch of my chocolate chip cookies.

 

When your planning birthdays and feeling pressure to make them special, don’t look beyond your four walls.

 

When your clothes feel a little snug, be grateful for health and unconditional love.

 

When you start to feel that you’re not good enough, don’t forget that YOU were called to do this.

 

When your eyes start to linger to long on the sparkle of the world, remember the grass isn’t always greener sweet girl.

 

When things don’t seem to be going so well, keep your grass watered.

 

When you wonder if all your efforts of being a good, Godly woman to your husband,  a good mother to your children are worth it. I am here to shout from the rooftops that they are. Your labor is producing fruits that will spread from one generation to the next for lifetimes to come.

 

So for my girls…It is my privilege to watch you grow, and give you my all, and watch the fruit of your lives bless me and all the people who God has in store.

 

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Remembrance In The Season

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Fall into His everlasting arms.

 

Feel the cool breezes of a fresh tomorrow.

 

Embrace the beauty of the change.

 

Admire the rich colors of something new.

 

Enjoy the crunch beneath your feet as it replenishes the earth.

 

Expect the harvest of the work the Lord has done.

 

Cozy up in contentment by the warmth of God’s unconditional love.

 

Remember there is beauty in the dying.

 

Jump into a pile of opportunities and callings.

 

Meander through the overgrown plans in your mind.

 

Carve out time for the sweet stuff.

 

Collect the blessings through the tangled vines.

 

Change perspectives when the chill feels too cold.

 

Capture the gift of the never-ending rotation of seasons.

 

Breathe in the crisp reminder that you are His.

 

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I Remember

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I have a vivid memory. I remember it just like it was yesterday. I was pregnant with my first baby, my daughter, Willow. I was on my way to the hospital for my night shift as a nurse jamming to Chris Brown’s, “With You,” with the windows down and wind blowing through my hair. Though that song is meant for his girlfriend, in that moment it became me and my girls song.

 

“And you mean to me what I mean to you and together baby, there is nothing we won’t do

Cause if I got you, I don’t need money, I don’t need cars, girl, your my all.

And Oh! I’m into you, and girl, no one else will do. Cause with every kiss and every hug,

you make me fall in love”

I remember feeling hot tears of thankfulness fall down my cheeks as I rubbed my hand over my belly. Not just for my sweet Willow, but for this gift of motherhood.

It’s all hard, oh so hard, but never in my life have I ever felt more complete. This is my purpose. She made me a momma.

I have been having the time of my life ever since she was placed in my arms and all the sweet ones thereafter.

This is quite the beautiful mess I’m in. I’ll linger as long as I can and praise God for the privilege. Even if it is through a Chris Brown song:)

8 Tips To Survive The High Maintenance Baby

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I am still in survival mode as I write this. My sweet #4, baby Easton, whew..that boy. I’m still learning him. Learning his personality and all of his quirks. For now, I’ll share my survival tips that have carried me thus far in case your in the crazy boat too:)

 

1) Let go of the guilt. Yes, you love your baby, but yes, they are difficult! That’s OK! Just accept it. “Hello I’m Brittany and I have a difficult child!”

 

2) Love on that rotten baby like there is no tomorrow. I mean it. They simply require more of us. We are their mothers, so let’s be what they need. Hold them, sing to them, cuddle them, whatever they need be there for them. You aren’t spoiling them!

 

3) Surrender. They say this wont last forever. I feel much more sane when I let go of my own agenda and plans for the day. This is only a season.

 

4) Speak positive words to them and about them to your other children. Pick one or two people you can vent to, but leave the rest of the words to uplift your sweet one even as an infant. Words hold power.

 

5) Pray. all. the. time. God knew exactly what He was doing when He hand-picked your children. He called you to this task and He will help you survive it.

 

6) Have some super quick dinners ready to throw together when they are screaming at your leg. One of my go-to favorites is this: I warm up several cans of black beans. I then throw a handful of tortilla chips on each plate, cover with warmed beans, shredded cheese, sour ream and salsa. There you have it. Nachos! That meal has saved me more than once.

 

7) Get the breaks when you need them, ask for help. If you have no one available then stick them in the car seat and go for a little drive. Sometimes, the change in scenery helps.

 

8) I have found that the outdoors does wonders. I recommend getting outside as much as possible. If they are old enough, a sandbox is very helpful too. Most of our days this summer have been spent in the yard with some bags of sand with a book in my hand.

 

I’m not going to lie, I had planned to give you 10 tips, but this is all I have. Hang in there, love on your baby, and remember you are being refined and sharpened into an even better and more patient mama! You’ve got this because He has this!

 

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Home

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Home. Why are we afraid of it? Afraid to be there all day with our children? When did everywhere else become the better place to be? We go searching for better food, more creative outlets, entertainment, and better education.

 

We are given the opportunity to govern within our four walls on our little slice of the world. I feel as though we take it for granted because we fear we aren’t good at it. Good at making a house a home.

 

Back in the day, the home defined and gave purpose. It was the center, the core, and gathering place where all good things stem from. It was a place that was cherished and well maintained for functionality. It’s where the sick were nurtured to health, the love of Jesus was taught, and real life walked.

 

Why have we given up so easily on this place called home? Everywhere we turn we have a pulling on us to leave our center. The distractions attempt to pull us away from the heart beat of our family.

 

It’s not too late to turn this around. We can bring our homes back to life so that the heart beat is thriving through each and every person that enters. We can make it so that life springs forth through our open doors and windows to a world hurting. Let’s be the women that entice our families with homemade goodness wafting though our kitchens, let’s bring in every book we can get our hands on filled with stories of heroes, wars, and love. Let’s study what turns our four walls into life-giving medicine.

 

We have the ability to be the home front to a needy generation in search for belonging. Home is the building block, the foundation, the underpinning, the beginning and essence. Let’s make it a good one.

 

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