Sunflowers and the God Factor!!

It’s raining this morning!!  As farmers, we love seeing rain come, all within balance, of course.  We love the rain!! God waters the fields and the ground soaks it all up like a sponge!! The reason I share this is because today is mowing day because tomorrow we have our first ever U-Pick Sunflowers event!  We want to make sure everything is in tiptop shape here at the farm.  I know the kids had to be so happy this morning when they heard the raindrops hitting the house.  For the summer, mowing is usually done once a week and there’s a lot to mow!!  I also have some weeding to do as well in preparation for tomorrow, plus a few signs to make.  Always plenty to do here!! I always tell the kids, “If you’re bored, let me know” because I can find something for you to do.  Since it’s raining I have opportunity to write this post, which I’m excited about sharing.

Last week while I was getting ready for a meeting, un-farm related, my mind was working pretty hard on marketing strategy and, to be honest, worry.   I was spinning the wheels of my mind pretty fast and had been for a few weeks.  Worry was setting in…  I just didn’t want all of our efforts to die out in the field.  You see, we decided to plant all these sunflowers as a jumping off point in the farming business.  We have other crops as well, but this is where we put our investment this year and I so much wanted to see a return on it.  As I’ve mentioned before, farming is hard work, nothing wrong with hard work, it’s just nice when you can see the fruit of the hard work.  At this point, I’ve done all the things I know to do, reach out to businesses that might be interested, blow up social media letting people know we’re here, and networked.  All of which aren’t easy for me to do.  I love our farm and I love sharing our story so that is what I have tried to do, but the phone wasn’t ringing and people weren’t knocking the door down to get here….  Everyday that I looked out the door and saw those yellow bright sunflower faces staring back at me was another day that they were dying.  I know, sounds dramatic, but it’s how I was feeling.  I just kept thinking, one more email, one more call, this would  be the one.  Yes- we had some businesses say they were interested in our flowers, but that hadn’t, at this point, produced any orders.  What was I going to do!!??  We just didn’t want to fail.  Last year was not a great farm success and we just wanted a win this year, no matter how small.  Keeping in mind we have only been at this farming thing for 2 years and on a part-time basis as Wade works a fulltime job, although I would definitely say the farm is a full-time job for me.

BUT, don’t you just love a ‘but’?  Here’s the awesome part..  As I was standing in the bathroom fretting and working my brain God showed up!!  Have you ever heard the saying, “If God brings you to it He’ll bring you through it?”  I think that statement works in the situation… He just reminded me that, if I’ll let Him, He’s right here waiting to put His hand on this!! That if I’ll stop trying so hard and allow the God factor into the process He’ll open doors and make opportunities I would be unable to open and if I’ll let Him move in this it will be what He desires for it to be.   So while my mind was going a million miles a minute He was saying, “Just take a breath, let me handle this.”  He wanted me to move with Him!! Shew!!  I just began to cry, tears of relief began to fill my eyes and my heart melted in the arms of my Father.  He reminded me that He called us here and that He desires to be a part of everything going on here.  You see, I almost lost sight of the God factor for a moment, but the peace that filled my spirit after that moment with my Daddy was just what I needed to bring peace of mind and to remember that I don’t have to do His part.  He knows just what He’s doing, it was like He said, “I got this!”

This song…. Take a listen, let Him have it all…  Here’s my declaration: Today, I surrender my need to control.  Today, I surrender my need to be it all.  Today, I grab a hold of your hand Father, you know best and the best is what I want. 

I’m Obsessed?!

It goes something like this… It all started with a simple text from a friend, a simple question, “Could you send me a couple of pictures of how you use mason jars in your home?”  I was flattered at first and showed my daughter the text, Sophie, and she jumped right on the task of taking inventory of just how many jars I had sitting around my house.  At first, I thought this will be fun.  I’m so clever, I’ve found all these ways to use my mason jars or maybe just to support my habit.  Lol.  Thanks for not judging me…  As it goes,






Sophie quickly returned with the grand total of 23!!  She walks up to me and she’s like, “Mom, you have 23 mason jars!”  Now, to clarify this only represents the jars I have sitting out, which are really just the vintage jars.  I may or may not have researched exactly the era of jars I’m obsessed with (using the term obsessed loosely here), and they fall in the 1930’s edition.  Love them!!  I love the color of the jars, the blue glass is just lovely!! I love the tin or metal style lids with the marble inserts, my absolute favs!!

After the revelation of my obsession, I was driven to discover the root of such a thing.  Why did I collect them really?  What’s my deal?  As I began to reflect on the reasons why I discovered it’s my Mamaw, my mom’s mom.  Boy do I love her!!  She lives in Heaven now, but I have the fondest memories of time spent with her.  She lived to be 94 and she loved me more than she loved anyone else, or so I thought.  She had the

Isn’t she a beauty!?

ability to make me feel just that way and I’m sure if you asked the rest of my family they would say the same.  She loved to cook for us and that process would begin much sooner than meal time!!  She looked forward to every summer when the tomatoes were ripe to begin canning for year.  I loved standing in her hot and humid kitchen in the middle of summer in the south cooking and canning tomatoes.  I loved hearing the ‘pop’ of the lids as they would seal tightly to the jars once they were placed on the floor to cool.   I loved she would walk out to her back porch and pick a jar to open and pour into her delicious beef stew recipe.  I loved every moment!!  She also made apple butter and jellies, and I loved admiring all the jars filled with love in an assortment of colors, placed neatly on her shelf ready for to be shared with those she loved.  Generous is the word I would use to describe my Mamaw.

She, without her knowledge, showed me how to love through the preparing and sharing of food.  I continue to go back to the recipes she used, not a one was written down, but each one I learned by being around her.  When I married and began cooking for my family I never doubted my ability to prepare a meal filled with generosity and

My Mamaw, Flora & my mom, Rebecca Ann

love.  I had watched her cook, then I watched my mom cook for us, and now it was my turn.  To this day, I prepare many of the same meals and recipes passed down to me through these two .   The mason jars are just another reflection of all they, Mamaw and mom, are to me and the impact both of these beautiful women had on my life.  I have, in turn, passed along these recipes to my children and will continue to share their legacy with as many as I can.

So I will continue to collect these lovely blue jars, as it has now given me the opportunity to share mamaw with you all!!

Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions.                                                                                                                                                                                                       ~1John 3:18

New Perspective…

Just a quick thought….  The other day, I noticed this bird high up in the very top of a tree here on the farm.  It caught my attention and, as usually, I quickly snapped a few shots of it afraid it would fly away before I could catch the pic.

I couldn’t help but think of the amazing view he must have way up there, nothing to get in the way of his ability to see things clearly.  It made me think of the importance of pulling away at times to bring a clearer perspective and an unobstructed view.  I found it interesting that the bird was perched on a branch just big enough for himself, not many of his bird friends were going to fit up there with him and I thought of the times that we need to pull away as well, to hear or see what might otherwise be clouded by all that is going on around us.   It took my mind right to the Bible ….

There are many times in the Bible where people pulled away to be with God, to just commune with Him, to receive from Him.  For example, Jesus left his disciples and went up on the mountain to pray.  He stepped away from those around him to that he could be alone with His Father.  As well as,  in the first verse of the second chapter of Habakkuk he declares, “I will climb up to my watch tower and stand at my guard post.  There I will wait to see what the Lord says …”, and then you have Moses who went up on the Mtn to be with God, this is also where he received the 10 commandments.  Moses didn’t take all the Israelites with him, although he did at one point encourage them to come.  Don’t let guilt keep you from coming away with God.

A new perspective may be just what you need.  Climb up high where nothing can get in your way, take a look around and listen for the voice of God.  Maybe it’s direction for a particular situation that you’re in need of or maybe you’re feeling overwhelmed just in the flow of life, come away.  Come away with Jesus.  Spend some time basking in a new perspective.  It’s ok, step away for a few minutes, it could make a whole world of difference in your life and in your situation.

In the midst of things it’s hard to see clearly, but if for a moment you can find your watchtower, your mountain to come away and spend a few precious moments looking at your world, your situation with fresh eyes you may find things are not as you thought they were.  Give God a chance to move in your situation.  Take a breath and see things clearer.  Climb up higher!  You can do it, you really must do it.


He Prays For You!!

As the school year came to a close the pressure in our house was at an all time high for our high schooler, Nathaniel.   He had several very large assignments coming due all around the same time and to know him is to know he sets a pretty high standard for himself concerning his academics.  Yes we homeschool, but we are also part of a pretty awesome coop.   We come together with other homeschooling families one day a week for classes and this year Nathaniel was carrying a pretty heavy class load.  I’m so proud of the way he managed his time.  He set some pretty lofty goals for the school year.  Thankfully,  he loves knowledge so at this point in his education I’m more of a motivator/ cheerleader than a teacher.  Which just means I spent more time praying and worrying than before (all that behind the scenes stuff).  As much as I know worry doesn’t help as a momma it’s hard to watch your child walk through difficult situations.

For instance, one morning as we were standing in the kitchen, as we do often, we were discussing the day ahead and I could tell Nathaniel was discouraged.  I wanted to make it all better for him, but in reality I knew there was nothing I could do.  It was up to him to complete his assignments.  He’s a first-born and deals with many of the typical first-born characteristics, such as perfectionism.  Can anyone relate?  So when he misses the mark he is hardest on himself.  Along with not wanting to let himself down, he didn’t want to disappoint us or his teachers and classmates.  We found ourselves many times this year talking about what was most important and about asking for help when you need it, because we all need help sometimes.  But this morning was different….  He needed more.  He needed strength and encouragement bigger that what I could give.  Although, I looked right at him and told him I’d be praying for him in that moment I realized that even more importantly, Jesus was praying for him.  Bigger and greater than any prayer I could pray would be the fact that Jesus was praying for him, interceding on his behalf in the Heavenlies.  It was as if God kissed the earth in that moment to let Nathaniel know He was preparing a way for him.  Jesus, the son of God, was praying for him.  Wow!! So cool!!

Nathaniel was the realizing that he couldn’t do it in his own strength and he could lean on and rely on God to help him through.  It seems, too often we try to handle our problems on our own and we forget that we have a father in heaven praying for us, believing for us, and making a way for us.  We are not alone.  God is always with us.

The end of Nathaniel’s story goes something like this…. Through the trial, Nathaniel’s faith increased.  He could have chosen to give up, but he didn’t.  He pressed through with God’s help.  Each time he thought there was no way to get it done God provided just what he needed.  The trial presented it’s self, but Jesus came first…

As his mom, I wanted to step in and make it all better.  I wanted to provide the way out, but it wasn’t for me to do it.  Nathaniel needed to trust God.  He needed to ask and believe knowing that Jesus was praying for him and making a way.  Did he (Nathaniel) miss it sometimes?  Sure he did, but in the end his faith was increased…  He was discovering who his God truly is!! Doesn’t get any better than that folks.

Trials will come.  That’s a sure thing,  but remember who’s praying for you.  Who’s making a way for you – Jesus.

Luke 22:31-32 “And the Lord said,“Simon, Simon! Indeed, Satan has asked for you, that he may sift you as wheat. But I have prayed for you, that your faith should not fail; and when you have returned to Me, strengthen your brethren.””

When to Trim the Wick..??

I really like for my house to smell lovely!!  Since having children seems like I’ve been left with the super power of smell.  This can be a blessing or a curse.  I can smell what you’ve eaten.  I can smell what kind of soda you are drinking.  I can sniff out an odd odor a 100 feet away.  That being said, my house needs to smell nice.  Considering we live on a farm with 3 inside pets it can be a struggle.  BUT I shall persevere!  I will not give up, I will continue to fight the battle against ferocious odors!!  Which brings me to my reason for writing today.

You see, the other day I went to light my spring scented candle in the kitchen when I noticed that the glass was completely covered it black soot.  My daughter was standing close by, and I commented at how coated the candle glass was with soot and said, “this just won’t do.”  In that moment, my mind went to the parable of the 10 virgins in Matt. 25.  If you’re not familiar with the story let me explain a little.  Jesus begins to tell a story about these 10 pure (virgin) young ladies preparing to attend a wedding to meet the Bridegroom.  The story goes on to say that 5 of them prepared for the journey by bringing extra oil for their lamps, which if you know the story, this becomes very important.  As it happens, they are presented an unexpected delay and the extra oil would be needed by these 5 wise virgins.





There is so much that could be uncovered in this story, but what God showed me as I was beginning to light my candle was the wick…  In verse 7 of chapter 25 (NLT) it says “all the brides got up and prepared their lamps.”  In the previous verse it says that the bridegroom has been seen, he is on his way.  So it would make sense that the virgins would begin preparing for his arrival, as it is said in verse 7, part of that would be to prepare their candles.  They would need their candles to see the bridegroom, it was midnight when they were informed of his arrival.  5 of the girls had prepared themselves with extra oil, while the other 5 had not.  Even though some of the girls had enough oil they still needed to prepare the wicks for the oil.  Just like my candle, I had let the wick get too long, there was plenty of wax, but the dirty, clumped up wick was impending the wicks ability to burn clean and bright, and to burn with endurance.   Just like those clumped up dirty wicks, we can allow ourselves to become the same way in our own walk with Christ.  We have oil, but our wick is all junked up.  The oil wants to flow, but the wick is to blocked and clogged to allow a clean burn.  When the wick has hardened and formed a crust on the end even when lit it will produce a contaminated flame.  The wick will release a black smoke and it will not be able to draw from the oil the way it was intended.  Just like the candle, as Christ followers, we carry with us the Holy Spirit.  As crazy as it sounds, it is the oil that is meant to burn in our lives to prepare us to meet the bridegroom, Jesus Christ, face to face.  That being said, what are we allowing to collect on the wick of our lives that keeps the Holy Spirit from burning clean and bright within us?

This was a moment for me to reflect on my walk own with Christ, while I am filled with the Holy Spirit, am I burning with a clean flame?  Also, this is a reminder to me that daily I should rise and prepare to meet the bridegroom for I do not want to be caught unaware.

So Much To Share!!

Summer is here and I have so much to share with you!!  This spring has been busy here on the farm.  We’re wrapping up school.  Not to mention, planning our first Mother’s Day Tea, don’t worry I’ll share more about the tea in a moment. Planting has also begun, over Mother’s Day weekend we planted sweet onions, bushy cucumbers, Yukon potatoes (because those are my favorite), and carrots.  Oh, and 53 rows of assorted Sunflowers!! That’s not even half of the seeds we have left to plant.  I wonder if you’ll be able to see our sunflowers on Google Earth, random thought…. Continue reading

Freedom and Masterpiece Theater…

I love Masterpiece Theater!! As a matter of fact, that’s a bit of a joke in our house.  It usually starts with, “Mom, are you watching ‘Pride & Prejudice’?” because surely if they have an accent it’s got to be P&P.  That’s the only Jane Austen movie I’ve forced my children to sit through, presently.  It’s worth mentioning, I have heard Sophie, who’s 12, actually refer to the movie as,”it’s not bad.”  I feel like that’s a move in the right direction.  Usually  my response is an exuberant yes and they go running from the room.  There is a method to the madness… Continue reading

Where do we go from here???

This post is a little different from my others as I find myself perplexed by the condition of our world.  I can’t seem to find the inspiration to post about the farm before sharing what’s really on my mind these days…

I’ve always found social media to be a positive in my life, however, at present I find it difficult to scroll through yet another page of finger-pointing and negativity.  Since we have not always lived close to family and friends social media Continue reading