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The NOLA Homestead Welcome to the homestead! Writer, homeschool mama, living a slower life on our small homestead & rabbitry in central AL.

Sharing animals, home rhythms, and simple, intentional living.

Earlier, we passed a pasture full of cows peacefully grazing. 🐄 No rushing.No striving.No panic.Just feeding on what had...
05/30/2026

Earlier, we passed a pasture full of cows peacefully grazing. 🐄

No rushing.
No striving.
No panic.

Just feeding on what had already been provided.

As I watched, I felt the Holy Spirit whisper: “My hand is the pasture.”

That spoke VOLUMES to my spirit!!! How often do we exhaust ourselves chasing what God has already promised to provide?

The cows weren’t searching for another field. They weren’t worried about tomorrow’s grass. They weren’t competing for provision.

They were simply resting in what their owner had prepared.

🙌🏼 And isn’t that exactly what the Shepherd invites us into? 🥹🙌🏼

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…” (Psalm 23)

So many of us are busy carrying Kingdom assignments while our souls are carrying burdens we were never meant to bear.

📢There is a difference between obedience and striving.

📢There is a difference between diligence and anxiety.

📢There is a difference between working and worrying.

Jesus said, “Look at the birds of the air…” (Matthew 6:26).

The birds still fly.
The sheep still graze.
The cows still eat.

Yet creation trusts the Creator more than many of us do.

What if we stopped fighting for what God has already placed in His hand?

What if we stopped obsessing over tomorrow and started feasting on His faithfulness today?

The pasture isn’t a place.
The pasture is His presence.
The pasture is His care.
The pasture is His provision.
The pasture is His peace.

Stay close to the Shepherd. Keep your eyes on Him. Keep grazing in His goodness.

Because the grass is always greener where His hand rests.

And where His hand rests, provision will never be lacking. ❤️‍🔥🌿

🌾 Our hands may be busy doing the work of the Kingdom, but our souls were created to rest in the pasture of His presence. 🌾

04/16/2026

Chicken breeds by egg colour. Popular Chicken Breeds and Their Egg Colors. Egg Colors Explained 🥚

“When God Is Forming the Home” There’s a certain kind of season that doesn’t announce itself with clarity;🌸it arrives in...
04/16/2026

“When God Is Forming the Home”

There’s a certain kind of season that doesn’t announce itself with clarity;
🌸it arrives in boxes stacked by the door,
half-packed rooms that echo a little too loudly,
and late-night conversations that feel heavier than they should.🌸

The kind of season where even familiar spaces start to feel unfamiliar.
Where routines are disrupted, patience is thin,
and everyone is just a little more tired than usual.

Dinner happens surrounded by clutter instead of calm.
Schedules overlap in ways that don’t quite make sense yet.
And in between all of it—there are moments of silence that say more than words do.

It’s in seasons like this…
moving, stretching, building, stepping into the unknown…
that a family will either drift apart under the weight of it all
or find themselves holding on a little tighter than before.

Because stress doesn’t create division—it reveals what was already underneath.

And in moments like these, a choice quietly forms in front of us.

We can let pressure speak louder than love…
or we can learn how to listen for something deeper than the pressure.

We can choose, in the middle of unpacked boxes and unfinished routines, to see more than what’s chaotic in front of us. We can remember that this isn’t just movement for the sake of logistics—it’s life unfolding in real time. Growth. Transition. A family being shaped in ways that only these in-between seasons can shape them.

Because the truth is, it doesn’t take much for a home to feel different in a season like this. A few unresolved tensions. A couple of missed connections. The fatigue that comes from constantly adjusting. And suddenly, even the smallest things can feel heavier than they should.

That’s where the pressure starts to speak.

And if we’re not careful, it speaks loudly enough to drown out everything else.

But this is where something sacred can happen in the middle of the ordinary.

As husband and wife, this isn’t the moment to quietly drift into survival mode—doing life in parallel instead of together. It’s the moment to notice each other again. To slow down long enough to ask, “How are you really doing?” and to actually stay for the answer. To choose grace when irritation would be easier. To choose understanding when assumption would be quicker. To remember that you’re not on opposite sides of the stress—you’re on the same team inside it.

And as parents, the atmosphere we carry matters more than we realize.

Our children don’t just hear our instructions—they absorb our tone, our tension, our reactions to pressure. They learn what life looks like when things don’t go smoothly. They learn whether love is still steady when circumstances aren’t.

So the question becomes not just “How do we get through this?” but “What is this teaching them about us… about life… about God?”

Are they watching anxiety take over the room?
Or are they witnessing peace that doesn’t make sense on paper?

Because what they see in us during this season will echo far beyond it.

That’s why Scripture speaks so simply, yet so powerfully, in Nehemiah 8:10:

“The joy of the Lord is your strength.”

Not the joy of everything going right.
Not the comfort of certainty.
But a deeper, steadier joy that holds even when life feels unsettled.

So we come back to center.

We quiet what’s loud.
We loosen what’s tight.
We stop allowing every emotion and every fear to take the lead.

And we remind our hearts—again and again—who is actually holding all of this together.

This is where surrender becomes strength.
This is where peace doesn’t just feel like an idea, but becomes something that actively guards the atmosphere of a home.
This is where even laughter finds its way back in—not because everything is easy, but because everything is held.

Because somehow, even here, God is not absent from the details.

He is present in the packing.
He is present in the strain.
He is present in the conversations we get right—and the ones we wish we could redo.

And if He is present, then this season is not unraveling us. It’s forming us.

So maybe the invitation is simpler than it feels.

Breathe a little slower.
Speak a little softer.
Choose each other again—without keeping score.

Because at the end of all of this… when the boxes are gone and the routines settle again… what will remain isn’t just where we ended up.

It’s who we became while getting there.

Together.


04/11/2026

✨Homemade Crackers✨

Start by mixing the flour, sugar, and salt. Add the oil and water to the flour mixture. Stir until a soft, sticky dough is formed. (if the dough is flaky and dry, add a few drops of water a bit at a time)

Lightly flour a work surface and roll out your dough into a large square. This should be 1/8 inch thick or thinner.

To add toppings, lightly brush with water and add your desired toppings such as poppy seeds, herbs, sea salt, etc.

Using a pizza cutter or knife, cut the dough into cracker-sized squares. Transfer them to a lined baking sheet and prick each one with a fork. (this prevents them from puffing)

Bake at 450 degrees F for 12-15 minutes.

03/24/2026

The best mornings aren’t rushed—they’re felt 🌿☕
Just you, the sound of birds, a warm cup in your hands, and a moment to breathe it all in.
Funny how something so simple can shift your whole day.

The Martha + Mary BattleYesterday morning, I felt the Holy Spirit gently singing in my spirit, like a soft, familiar mel...
03/24/2026

The Martha + Mary Battle

Yesterday morning, I felt the Holy Spirit gently singing in my spirit, like a soft, familiar melody I recognized from years ago:

🎶 “Don’t you want to stay here a little while?
Don’t you want forever to feel this way?
Don’t you want to stay?” 🎶

It kept repeating in my heart and mind, and before long, I found myself quietly singing it out loud.

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t forced.
It felt like an invitation, a quiet pulling of my heart into stillness, into the secret place, into abiding.

Then this morning, the message became clearer.

I sensed Him speaking about the Martha and Mary tension.

There is a pull many of us are living in right now, whether we realize it or not.

A tension between striving and staying.
Between doing and being.
Between pressure and presence.

In Luke 10, we see Martha busy, distracted, and overwhelmed by much serving. We also see Mary sitting at the feet of Jesus, choosing presence over pressure.

But what the Lord began to show me is this:

Both Martha and Mary experienced discomfort.

🏃🏽‍♀️Martha was uncomfortable because she was overextended, carrying too much, trying to hold everything together.
🧎🏽‍♀️‍➡️Mary was uncomfortable because she stepped outside what was normal, choosing stillness when others expected her to serve.

One discomfort came from overload.
The other came from obedience.

The question is not whether you will feel discomfort.

The question is which discomfort you will choose.

Because the Martha and Mary tension is not just a story in Scripture. It is something happening within us daily.

Martha represents the part of us that wants to manage, fix, perform, and stay in control.
Mary represents the part of us that longs to sit, listen, rest, and trust.

Both voices can be loud.

One says, “Hurry. There’s too much to do.”
The other says, “Stay. Be still. Come closer.”

What I felt the Lord highlighting is this:

🌿The goal is not to eliminate Martha.
🌿The goal is to redeem her.

Just as Jesus came to redeem the flesh, He also redeems the parts of us that have been operating in our own strength.

Martha is not evil.
Service is not wrong.
Responsibility is not the problem.

The issue is when we begin to live, move, and carry things without first abiding.

Because when Martha leads, everything becomes heavy.
When Mary leads, everything becomes aligned.

Mary chose what was better.

Not because she was more spiritual, but because she chose presence before productivity.

She sat before she served.
She listened before she moved.
She received before she gave.

And that is the invitation for us.

This is where the “stay” comes in.

That quiet whisper you may have felt before, that drawing in your spirit that says pause, don’t rush out, linger a little longer, is not random.

It is the Lord inviting you into abiding.

Not just a moment with Him, but a life that remains with Him.

Here is the truth:

You can be doing good things and still miss the better thing.
You can be busy and still be disconnected.
You can be serving and still be overwhelmed.

But when you choose to stay in His presence first, something shifts.

Your mind settles.
Your spirit strengthens.
Your pace realigns.

Even the things you carry begin to feel lighter, not because the load changed, but because you are no longer carrying it alone.

So today, this is the question I feel to leave with you:

🌱Where am I being invited to stay instead of striving?
🪺Where am I choosing pressure when God is offering presence?
🌻What would it look like to be more like Mary in this season?

You don’t have to eliminate the Martha in you.

But you are being invited to let Mary lead.

Because when you sit with Him, when you choose presence, when you abide, even the way you live, move, and serve will flow differently.

Not from pressure, but from peace.
Not from striving, but from staying.

And maybe, just maybe, that quiet invitation you’ve been hearing is still there:

“Don’t you want to stay here a little while?”


















03/24/2026

A pantry stocked with your harvest.
Children who understand the value of food.
Evenings that feel slow, peaceful, and full. 🌿

That’s the rhythm I’m building — one day, one season at a time.



📸 Images sourced from Pinterest for inspiration only.
All credit belongs to original creators

03/23/2026

Home, coffee, and my own little world—
that’s more than enough for me 🤍

There’s a kind of waiting that feels quiet on the outside, but deep down you know something is shifting.I’ve been in tha...
03/19/2026

There’s a kind of waiting that feels quiet on the outside, but deep down you know something is shifting.

I’ve been in that place lately.

Boxes not packed yet, decisions not fully made, prayers still being lifted. Living in between what was and what will be.

And then I had a dream.

We were already there.

Not hoping. Not striving. Not wondering if it would happen. We had stepped into a new home, and I could feel it the moment I walked in. It was peaceful in a way that settles your soul. The kind of peace that doesn’t rush you, doesn’t confuse you. Just… steadies you.

I remember looking around slowly, taking it all in.

A wide front porch stretched across the house, wrapped in soft light. Little plants tucked into corners, life growing in every detail. It felt lived in, but also brand new at the same time.

Out beyond the porch, the land opened up.

Goats grazing in the field. Open space. Room to breathe.

And then my favorite part…

Four children running freely. Laughter echoing across the land. Movement and joy, not chaotic but full of life. Each one moving with confidence, together but still uniquely themselves. It felt whole.

I stood there watching it all, and something in me settled.

This is it.

This is our new start.

I didn’t feel overwhelmed. I didn’t feel unsure. I began thinking through rhythms, what our days would look like, how life would flow in this new place. There was clarity. There was peace. There was grace to build.

And when I woke up, I realized something.

God will sometimes let you walk through what He has prepared… before you ever step into it.

“Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things not yet done…” (Isaiah 46:10)

Right now, we are still in the waiting.

But it doesn’t feel the same anymore.

Because now I’ve seen it.

And maybe you’re in that place too.

Waiting for the door to open. Waiting for the provision. Waiting for the shift that finally moves you forward.

It can feel slow. It can feel uncertain.

But heaven is not confused about where you’re going.

“Prepare your work outside; get everything ready… after that build your house.” (Proverbs 24:27)

There is a preparation happening that you can’t always see.

A steady work beneath the surface.

A grace forming in you so that when you arrive, you won’t just step into something new… you’ll know how to build it.

Even if what comes first doesn’t look like the final picture. Even if it feels simple or temporary.

Remember Abraham.

“By faith he went to live in the land of promise… living in tents.” (Hebrews 11:9)

Temporary does not mean uncertain.

It means you are positioned in obedience.

So if you find yourself in the in-between, take heart.

God is not delaying you.

He is developing you.

And one day, sooner than you think, you will stand in the middle of what He promised… look around… and feel it settle deep in your spirit:

This is it.

This is our new start.

Litter update: we have Redhead Rabbitry Keano x Lamberts Lovable Lops Sunflower kits coming approx May 10th! Be on the l...
04/17/2025

Litter update: we have Redhead Rabbitry Keano x Lamberts Lovable Lops Sunflower kits coming approx May 10th!

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