Hold On


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We have had some warm days lately, how about you? After the freezing temps…I have enjoyed it. Those sunny days seem to help you hold on for the hope of spring, huh?

I don’t mind winter too awful bad…but I do enjoy spring popping up around the corner. More time outside and more fresh air. I am always a little sad to see the cozy season go…but I like the hope of new growth.

Do things seem bleak and wintry for you right now? If they do…hold on. God is not far, far, away. He is right there…and He will help. This morning I was reading about those Hebrew boys in the furnace. The king was amazed that there appeared to be four in there, and one was like as the Son of God. Wow. Hold on friends…and don’t let go. It won’t be winter forever.

Love from the Farmhouse,


Old Man Winter


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Is Old Man Winter getting up in your grill? Lol! He tends to do that…when his breath is below freezing. I threaten to wrap up like a burrito, in a blanket, this time of year. True story.

I have been doing a little “winter reset” around the Farmhouse. That keeps Old Man Winter off of my back. Little bright touches of pretty.

My in-laws gave me this gorgeous, handmade, sign for Christmas. It’s the perfect touch for a more neutral palette after the holiday season. Fresh and clean. January is good for that. I got a slow start with that…but I’m getting a little skedaddle in my get along now. (If you don’t speak Ozarkian…that means I finally got in gear…on week two.) Burritos don’t get much done.

Our sweet friends gave us this ottoman. It’s so cozy and our kids love it. I was gonna put it in the basement but I got overruled. That’s okay…cozy helps keep Old Man Winter at bay. Crusty ol’ feller.

Love from the Farmhouse,

Good Morning!


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Hey guys! Are you bright eyed and bushy tailed today? I wouldn’t go that far myself, but I do have the bed stripped and ready to go in the wash. Does that count? Well…good morning anyway. Lol!

If you follow along on Instagram…you might have seen my post about Grove Collaborative this morning. I wanted to share it here too. It’s a great company to order household supplies from. I am so excited about the last order that came in the mail.

Here is the link so you can check it out:


So…I hope that you are having a good…no…great morning. I hope that your coffee is still hot. I hope that you have supper plans made. I also hope that you stay warm on this winter day.

Speaking of supper plans…I don’t have a clue. I’d better shake a tail feather. 😉

Love from the Farmhouse,

A New Page


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Hello sweet Dirt Roaders! How is life treating you? I hope that you all had a Merry Christmas and are having a happy start to 2018. Whew! Can you believe it? Time flies!

We have been fighting off sinus germs here. It hasn’t been super fun. It’s also freeeeeeezing cold here in southern Missouri. I guess it is winter though, at least in our neck of the woods.

The Mr. braved the frosty weather and grilled steaks over the holiday. They were really good. A little taste of summer…in the heart of winter.

I found the quote above somewhere on the internet. I think it’s fitting for a blank page, how about you? “where no foot has been before…” God is like that. He beckons us to put down our fear and run to Him, as He guides. What better way to blaze the trail of a new year, than to follow the Leader?

Love from the Farmhouse,

Happy Thanksgiving


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This is always a tough week for me. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, as far as the gatherings go. I love the meaning of Christmas…but the commercial side…flips my wig a little. Overwhelms me. Anyway…this is also the week that my sweet daddy went to be with Jesus, four years ago. But…even in that…there is a place for…happy Thanksgiving.

Today when I opened my verse of the day…this was it:

This is the verse that we chose to put on Dad’s stone. Coincidence? I think not. I think that God is so personal in our everyday lives that He parents us. All of us. We just have to listen with an open heart. “With all your heart.”

My parents were so young and crazy. We grew up together. That being said…I feel like I got the best of both of them. That makes me feel loved in a way that I cannot explain. Lord…I am so thankful for the intricate things that you do.

Last night we had Thanksgiving with our babies. We paused to give thanks, taking turns. I sat there and relished their words…but also their sweet faces. It’s always a bit vulnerable when your turn rolls around. I gave thanks for underserved grace, my husband, and then our children. Our kids will always be my greatest accomplishment on this earth. I do not take that lightly and I know that it was a gift given between the Almighty, my husband, and myself.

I hope that your Thanksgiving is full to the brim. I hope that you enjoy it “with all your heart.” I hope that you look at your kids, like my daddy was looking at me, in the photo above. Most of all though…I hope that you feel the presence of Jesus in every corner of your life. He is good to gently flood into a life like that.

Happy Thanksgiving, sweet Dirt Roaders,

Mercy and Grace


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You guys are so good to stop by here when there isn’t even new stuff to read. My Dirt Roaders are full of mercy and grace. Don’t let anyone tell ya any different.

I am diffusing a bit of lemon and grapefruit today. The washer is chuggin’ away, doing it’s thing. I have so much laundry you guys. I have been sick with some sort of cold/flu thing and you know how that goes. My family is good to dish out the mercy and grace though. I am thankful for that.

My sweet MIL sent a cozy throw my way. Talk about grace. I’m not even keeping up on her son’s laundry and she sent me a prizey…as we call them. Isn’t it gorgeous? BHG at your local Walmart. She bought my SIL one too. We are a bit spoiled. A little more mercy and grace.

I saw this online somewhere recently. Are we guilty of not giving our bodies mercy and grace? Sure we are. How can we accept others, pass mercy and grace onto them, we we don’t even give it to ourselves? I want to do better about that.

I’m gonna leave you with this last little tidbit. The Bible talks about God loving us, like a mother with her nursing infant. That kind of love…is full to the brim with mercy and grace, isn’t it? Why do we sometimes, as believers, give into the idea that He doesn’t feel that way towards us? I know why. We believe the lies that the enemy whispers. We shouldn’t. God’s plans are for our good. He is the Master…of mercy and grace.

Love from the dirt road,

Tucking In


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When the days grow shorter, do you find yourself tucking in? Gettting chores done earlier is a must around here. Then evening comes earlier and sometimes bedtime.

The Mr. loves this time of year. The time to tuck in the garden, on the years that we have one. The time to make sure the livestock are prepared for the colder months. Also…time to tuck in the swimming pool until spring.

I love fall and winter evenings with a good cup of tea. Maybe a cozy throw too. Just soaking up family life. 

May you and yours be tucked in, all nice and cozy, on this Thursday evening. I would love to hear some of your cozy season favorites!

Love from the Farmhouse,

Autumn is Here


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So this week it has been just a few shy of 100 degrees…but the first day of fall is upon us.

So regardless of temps, I gradually put out a few fall things this week.

I hope that wherever you are…fall is on your radar. I hope that your allergies are under control and that your pumpkin spice game is strong.

Psssst…you’ve got a little candy corn in your teeth. Jaaaaay kaaaay! It’s pumpkin bread. 😉

Love from the Farmhouse,

A Little Bit of Country For You


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I posted a little thingy on Facebook last week that said this: “I would rather hear cows mooing than horns honking.” It’s true, but not everyone feels that way and I totally respect that. Today though…I thought that I would post a little bit of country for you. You know…just in case you love it.

We have been helping one of our kids learn to drive this summer. That means lots of dirt road rides. One day we had Mamaw with us and we decided to take a new path. We wound up by some of our relative’s home place and the cemetery where our kid’s great-great- great-grandparents are. How crazy is that? Folks don’t stray far from home in these Ozark hills. Anyway…it was a gorgeous place…out in the middle of nowhere. My favorite kind of adventure. 

I wish that I had snapped a picture of the beautiful pasture full of round bales. There were so many and it was gorgeous. One of my favorite summer views. I’ll share a picture of  Gingerbread instead. She loves hay too. 

It’s been rainy out here on the dirt road. Although we are enjoying the cooler weather…we are missing the swimming pool. It has been nice and cozy though.

And all of that coziness makes you want to  turn your home decor in the direction of fall.

I have been clearing off a few spaces and rearranging a little. You know…just in case a pumpkin needs a place to sit. 😉 You “nebber” know! (As my little brother used to say.)

So…a little bit of country for you on this Tuesday. I hope that your day is peaceful and that the love of Jesus warms you from the inside out.

Love from the Farmhouse,