08/13/2026
For years, parts of this farm sat still.
Pastures that once held life grew quiet. Fields waited. Dreams were tucked away for another season.
And somehow, over this past year, everything has begun to breathe again.
Soon these pastures will hold new calves. Baby goats will fill fields that haven’t seen them in years. The bees work quietly from bloom to bloom, building something beautiful in places that once felt still.
Everywhere I look, there are signs of life returning.
Maybe that’s why this season feels so sacred to me.
Because I’m realizing that sometimes abundance doesn’t arrive all at once. Sometimes it comes slowly, one fence, one field, one hive, one new life at a time, until you look around and realize the places that sat empty for years are no longer empty at all.
They’re overflowing.
I’ve heard the words “my cup runneth over” my entire life. Words written in Psalm 23 about the goodness of a Shepherd who provides, restores and leads us faithfully.
But I don’t think I truly understood them until now.
Sometimes God’s goodness doesn’t come rushing in. Sometimes He restores slowly, faithfully, season by season, until one day you look around and realize He has filled the places that once felt empty.
What stood still for years is flowing with life again.
And my cup… it runneth over. ❤️
