The Making of a House of Love


I see you girls there making something special for our Valentines Day dinner. Your cutting heart biscuits and I’m thinking about how the whole muck of us makes a house of love.


How we are so broken and there are days when love feels like its just picked itself up and walked right out the door. And I’m sorry. Those are the days to fall on our knees harder and sometimes we do and sometimes we fall to pride, but I see that in our brokenness our house is being made into a house of love, one fall after another.

There may be short tempers, tears falling, and voices rising. Patience may be in short supply.

Hearts might want to close themselves right up.

Days we all want to run our separate ways and I wonder just how in the world are we building a house of love in the midst of all of this broken and then I see it…

The grace everywhere, the love that comes slowly, stronger, year after year.


The kind word spoken or sweet deed done. Working together, the compassion for a sister, the closing of mouths, holding of tongues. Saying were sorry.

The flowers for no reason or making breakfast for the brood. We lend a hand, spell a word, or read a book. Our voices lower, our hearts soften and we slowly become a house of love.

DSC_0184This building takes work. This building is Jesus’ work.

It takes dyeing to self and seeking the light and it is becoming lighter even on the darker days.

We set the table. Make the meals. Share the bread. Write love notes to give and come back to the year through.



This, this is what making a house of love is and I am grateful that His grace is growing here and the hope of love will burn deeper and brighter as He makes His way with us.

We pray for this.

All of us the broken, making our way towards true Love, so we can love… well.



A Week of Thanks


The moon has been hanging low outside my kitchen window this week. It has hovered, peaking in my window as if it wants a friend or better, be a friend. It has taken me by surprise, with a smile, each time I go to do the dishes or turn out the lights at night. You would think by day three I would expect it to be there, but in the busyness of the days I forget and then am reminded each evening as we go about our life in the kitchen. By the end of the week it has become a friend that I know won’t be able to stay, at least out my kitchen window. Until next time friend, thank you for your daily company. DSC_0175DSC_0185DSC_0155DSC_0154DSC_0192DSC_0176major smoothie action this week!

DSC_0182Tall girl making dinner! Scallop potatoes.

DSC_0177Next day’s dinner ready to go!

IMG_2303Chillin’ with the crew at Chili’s!

~ Wild snow fall making way for a major wind storm

~ Quiet house

~Si reading tractor magazines

~ Kids playing outside for hours

It’s been a week much like many others, but there is always so much to be thankful for especially when your looking…

Have a good weekend friends,




The Path to Freedom

So, it’s that time again, time to take stock of all that has been and make plans for what lies ahead. Can I let you in on a little secret? So much of me used to (and still does a bit) dread this time of year. So much of me used to shrink back from goal setting and New Years resolutions, plans to change and become better. There was a time in my life when all of this talk of resolutions and plans screamed failure and hopelessness.

It is going on 7 years now that I found myself in what felt like a comical dream. I sat in a room full of women of all ages, from all walks of life, one by one introducing themselves by first name followed by “and I am a food addict.” It was a bit of an out of body experience where you see yourself and you want to laugh or cry but really the core of your being just found itself at home and you actually heave a big sigh of relief. This may just be the answer to all of the prayers, all of the failed New Year’s resolutions, all of the best-laid plans that eventually fell away to patterns that felt almost beyond my control.

For most of my childhood and young adult hood I battled with weight and food. It was the elephant that was always on my back. Hoping it would turn into a mouse only made things worse and after my second child was born I found myself in the pit of despair.

This had gone from a massive failed New Year’s resolution year after year to something that had completely debilitated my daily life. It was defining me and my days. It was clear that I couldn’t continue on in this way… Follow me @ Itakejoy


New Year’s Slow Dawn


This week the New Year feels like it’s taking its time to dawn here as we usher family and friends out the door. I have been anticipating for a number of days the “machine” that will begin again soon. We have taken a little break over the holidays from formal schooling and it’s time to get back at it. The activities start up again, and our CC community will start meeting again.

It feels like the pressure has been building a little as I have longed to stay in the moment but also look towards starting our regular life again. I am anxious for our rhythms to resume. There comes a time after Christmas when it’s just time to dive back into the everyday normal.

Can you tell I have some expectations weighing in on the days to come?

But the reality is we are battling sick. Sick kids, sick farmer, new baby, so the week ahead won’t be quite what I had envisioned.

See, I had visions of productivity. Notebooks being filled, pages being read, math being divided. Rooms being cleaned, laundry catching up. Some of this will happen but it’s better to know going into it that it won’t happen as per my visions!

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I love making plans, having ideals, but if I have learned one thing from this season of Advent it is that God came humbly, quietly. He took time to play out His plan for Jesus from birth to the cross and there is much to learn from that part of the story.

To plow ahead with my agenda would only undermined the power of Advent. God is with us, in the beginning, as a newborn child.

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When I want to pack up the last pieces of the Christmas decorations, and put away the Christmas dishes to make way for a New Year, a new plan; I have an urge to not look back but plow ahead to implement the expectations of a new year. It is then that I have to remind myself that He took time to unfold his plan and maybe there is just something to that.


to evaluate my expectations.


to make room for the sick child, the putting life back together after much undoing from the holiday celebrating. The piles of laundry…

They say Rome wasn’t built in a day and I have a feeling that neither will my ‘new year’ and all of its new ideas and back to work mantras. Yes, their needs to be rhythm and work and learning but I’m pretty sure its not all going to happen on Monday by 3:00.

Slowing to set the rhythm with consideration of life’s circumstances helps me to not be disappointed by my unmet expectations.

Knowing God is with me reminds me that this life is not for striving and pushing and racing. The ones that get tossed around in that kind of ‘machine’ are my kids and my heart and it hurts.

Expectations can rob the joy that is set before me.

Ideals and values lived into day after day by God’s grace make for a new year, a new plan that hopefully moves with the rhythm of advent, the rhythm of grace and humility; the rhythm of a baby.

Part of me longs to accomplish, but part of me knows there is much to be had when I hang back and let the rhythm take shape from the giver of this New Year.


The ‘machine’ will pick up again, the books with get opened and the rhythm will find its way back to chores and discipline and laundry getting done but hopefully I will be able to remember Advents rhythm of quiet humility as it looks like this New Year will take a little time to get going.




By Faith Not by Sight


The phone call came on one of those days when I woke up behind schedule. Combines were running hard, The Farmer was running early, his lunch still in the recesses of my brain… we would figure out a way to get it to him later. Some days just seem to scream, “Why can’t you handle your life” and this was one of them.

I had just sat down to try to find a little peace to eat my lunch while my toddler slept; the lunch aftermath awaiting me in the kitchen and my older girls playing outside. It had been a morning that didn’t make me feel on top of the world as a mother. The machine wasn’t moving very smoothly if you know what I mean, which can easily bring my focus off of God’s true purpose for my days and onto my unrealistic expectations instead.

Timely then to get “The” (frankly) unexpected phone call that a Birth Mother in Florida had chosen us to be the forever family for her sweet thing, due in about two, weeks give or a take a few days…

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What About Time for Rest?


We are on the cusp of change, whether it’s the season, swapping shorts for jeans and boots or back to school or home school; bouquets of newly sharpened pencils await many of us.

The long days of summer filled with swimming, BBQ’s and campfires will give way, or have already, to rhythms and plans; schedules that form our days. With these changes come expectations, not only from us but from many other sources as well.

I don’t know about you but as I have gotten older and my kids have gotten older I heave a sigh of relief when the days become more rhythmic and we get into a groove of inching our way through goals and dreams; Being involved in weekly or monthly life giving things that the kids and I enjoy.

The toddler years were great but they can feel like an endless sea of summer days. I have learned over the years the value of rhythm, although I wish I could say I always live my life out of that place.

Even though I look forward to fall and back to “business” I sometimes wonder what it’s all for. These schedules we fill. The lessons, the sports, community groups, church groups, bible studies and the million things you could fill in the blank with.
With each new year I look at our “doings” and think, “Are we trying to learn it all in one year? Do we think this is our only shot?” Because sometimes the calendar gets so full that there isn’t one little bit of margin.

Richard Swenson, author of the book Margin says, “Margin is the space that once existed between ourselves and our limits. He says, “Today we use margin in our lives just to get by.” ….Please follow me at Momheart today


Inspired by Friendship


A couple of years ago I started a mom heart group, gathering together what might be considered an eclectic, small group of women that I thought might be interested in walking a little deeper road of life with me.

We meet once a month during the winter months, eat a beautiful potluck meal together and then have a time of study and discussion. We usually end up being at my house for about 5 or 6 hours! It’s a big commitment really for moms with thriving, active families but it is a really wonderful time of sharing, learning and getting to know one another.

There are only 8 of us. Some are younger on the journey and some have more experience with the journey but I think that makes it rich and lovely and I love these women.

We don’t all go to the same church. We don’t all live technically in the same communities, but what I have gained from each one of them is so valuable and life giving.

We don’t always see one another between our meetings but when we do, weather its planned or a surprise gift that is what it is, gift.

Many of these women have either grown up on a farm or have lived “it” long enough that they intrigue me with their knowledge about all kinds of things that I know nothing about. I love learning about what each woman loves to do, what they are good at, what they think they aren’t good at and really are!

I love that they are all mama’s who uniquely live out their devotion and commitment to their families and communities day in and day out.

They inspire me.

Recently I decided that the kids and I were going to take this gardening thing a little more seriously! Ha! I figured it would be better to go with the grain on this one and take advantage of the opportunity we have right outside of our kitchen door…

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Feeding the Farmer


What do you feed the farmer who feeds the world?

This is what I think about when I stack sandwiches and bake banana bread.

When the wind blows relentless and men are black with dirt and hard work.


What fills them-us, when days are too long? When they have out run the hamster on the wheel.

As Ann Voskamp say’s, “ Time is a relentless river.” And some days, in the fields, it feels like your running in slow motion along the bank.

The hope of July’s fields blowing with ripening wheat are a whisper on your tongue as the calendar screams deeper double digits that no one around here wants to mention.

It’s the way here, every year.

The faith it takes to put these seeds in the ground with optimism always blows my mind. You have to be cut from a certain cloth for this risk, this trust.


And yet I get it. Over the years it becomes you. The excitement of another gamble, of another season on your knees. This is a thin place, where the dust and the big sky merge to open heaven for the grace to finish the last field no matter the date, no matter the battle.


Each year has its own story of fight and struggle – joy and victory. When all the fields are done and the seeds are growing inches by the minuet, part of me wonders why we keep coming back for more. Yet somehow to be this close to God’s rhythm, natures plan, makes it all worth it.


No sandwich-no matter how gourmet, or home baked goodie- no matter how delicious is going to get you through these never ending days. To weather these days well, prayers are muttered under breath, over food, over tractors heaped in dust.

Doesn’t it say in Philippians, “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything.”?

I love THIS part…

“Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.”

- Tractors back up and running
- The sound of rain when the head finally hits the pillow
- All limbs accounted for
- Canola just starting to get planted (hard eucharisteo) …

“Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hears and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7 NLV

No matter the season, no matter the pressure or what’s on the line, we always have a choice.

We choose how to respond to our days, the ones that go along with our to do lists easily and the ones that just about suck the life out of you.

We can choose to look up- whisper prayers, beg for what we need, list the eucharisteo, and experience grace in the form of peace that helps us to remember why we love this farming gig. (Did I say that out loud! ☺)




Oh, I will still make food and bake for these crazy guys but I’m no fool, I know this will only take all of us so far…






It has taken spring a little longer to find its way here in the great white North! But these last few days we have been blessed by the appearance of green grass and budding leaves- ponds that ripple with ducks landing and spring breezes.

It is almost as if it has taken us by surprise and we are breathing sighs of relief to feel the heat of the sun and the new life unfolding all around the farm. As if nature had been forced to lie dormant for so long that it had secrets it had been keeping. Plans that had been quietly unfurling that would one day, all of a sudden take form and shape and surprise us all with their lavish transformations.



When my mama, the kids and I were out enjoying the spectacle, anticipating all that is still to come I wondered, what are the secret plans God has been forming in my heart, in my life, that I might not even be aware of? What surprises are waiting for me to unfurl, to notice, and to be awestruck by?

This… the change of season, it brings new things and I lean in a little closer to hear God’s heart beat for me, to catch a glimpse of the spectacle that he is crafting; the growth that he is instigating. By his grace may I slow enough to enter his current, embrace what he is doing in me this season?


For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.

Isaiah 43:19



The light of the cross

As I sat, the stillness of the house felt like a welcomed stranger. The early morning light had yet to break as I relished some holy moments.

Winter had been long with its white skies and white fields, without the rows of barren trees punctuating black I wasn’t sure where the fields ended and the sky began; the days folding into one another.

Would the sun show its face soon? join me at Mom Heart today…