February 27th, 2009
We went out into the front yard and started collecting dirt and leaves. I then started setting a plate on my counter and put all of our coffee grounds, egg shells, tea bags, and fruit and veggie peelings on it. Each day, or whenever I deemed it too gross to be in my kitchen, one of my children would step out on the back deck and dump the plate into the bin.
So, I started composting. You know, for that garden I don’t have yet. And with that in mind, I could really use some advice about what I’m doing. To leave me some suggestions (or just encouragement!) please visit me at Heart of the Matter today. And who knows, maybe we could all start going green together.
February 26th, 2009
I want to visit with you about those little ones of yours. Oh, no, don’t worry, their imperfections don’t bother me at all. Their loudness and messiness, nah, I’m used to that, and, secretly think it’s endearing – at least I know my kids aren’t the only ones. I have no judgment for you, sweet friend, you have enough of that without me. I just wanted to let you know that I understand that this baby-raising business can be tricky and that maybe my words can soothe your confused soul.
To read more from this letter that I wrote to you, please go to Heart Of The Matter.
January 27th, 2009 
Here, dear friends, is the second installment of my letter to you: perfectly adoring amazing help meets that we all are, about our always sweet, wonderful, helpful husbands. Right? Right!? You know I’m talking to you. About him. And you know I’m right there with ya.
Here follow the last 20 truths I learned either by gleaning wisdom from older friends or the painfully hard way.
1. Every once in awhile, watch your husband and make a list of the things you fell in love with and realize you are weak in those areas so that God could make you One.
2. Put your husband first and then your children. Your husband needs this, you need this, and amazingly your children need this.
3. If you feel aggressively, defensively that you.are.not.wrong…
To read the rest of my completely-perfect-what-I-always-do advice come over to Heart Of The Matter.
January 23rd, 2009 
Confessions of a Beginning Homesteader
Although my daddy grew a garden every year and my mama canned at the end of each summer I was a mall-goin’, car cruisin’ kind of girl. When I got married all I brought to the table was my ability to make macaroni without having to look at the directions on the side of the box.
But I have a secret. I want to go green.
Bake my own bread. Can my own produce. Make my own soap. Sew. Mend. Darn (as in socks, right?). I was so gung-ho. When my mom brought over all of her old canning equipment and even a few “vintage” how-to books I did a little dance and got giddy over how my cabinets would look full of beautiful jars, how much money I could save, and how wholesomely my family would eat. All by my own hands.
I dream big.
But I fear bigger.
I closed the door on that cabinet and allowed life to happen. Feed those little mouths, wipe those little bottoms, change nothing, risk nothing, fail at nothing…
…to keep reading about how I’ve started homesteading c’mon over to Heart of the Matter.
December 31st, 2008 
Several years ago, I wrote a letter to a friend of mine who was going through a hard time in her life. I was worried about her. I prayed for her. I prayed for wisdom, patience and peace for her. I prayed for wisdom for me as to how to help her. So, I wrote her a letter.
To read my letter about living with husbands, what to decide about lunch, valiant kings, and what man to turn to when your husband disappoints you (because he will, you know!) come on over to Heart of the Matter.
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