10/12/2026
One day your neighbor will bring you soup. -
There has a came a point in my life where I must be completely and wholly honest on this page in order to fulfill the calling God has placed on our lives.
6 months ago I met Jesus in a way I had never expected to on this earth.
I felt his presence in a way I could never humanly explain.
And when the entire earth came crashing in around me, all I could feel was overwhelming grace.
In the moment where I should have felt unbearable pain, he made me feel completely whole.
Yet with tattered flesh, I physically shouted praises to the heavens beside a pile of rubble covered in my own blood on the very day Jesus had shed his blood for all of the world; and in the moment all my battered body could feel was love.
In a flash I felt every moment of my life’s failures, likewise obedience all in one.
It’s not something that I have spoke much about, because of reasons I am unable to share.
But this, I will share with you.
-Your pride can rob you of a blessing.
We haven’t physically worked here in 6 months. Our healing bodies were not able. And I must be honest and tell
you, that we’ve been living completely on credit to get by.
There have been moments where my family’s faith has been tested beyond human limits.
We have been falsely persecuted, and we have been delivered.
We have been spiritually tested beyond measures I could have never imagined.
Yet we have seen Gods grace and mercy in circumstances unthinkable.
And above all we have seen Gods provision like never before through people who God has sent straight to our door when we needed them most.
And I must tell this side of our story, so God can show you how beauty comes from ashes.
For the first 6 years of our ministry we sacrificed our own well beings to our very limits to anyone who crossed our paths in need, because it is what God called us to do.
And then there came a time when I should have been more open with those very people.
Blogged more.
Testified harder.
Praised louder.
Asked for help.
But instead, my pride has robbed others of a blessing.
I haven’t actually admitted when we physically needed help.
When we needed our friends to pray for us.
When our lives felt like they were crumbling beneath us.
When the whole ministry just felt like too much to bear.
When we were physically robbed from not once, not twice, but three times forcing us to shut the farm stand down.
Because I was to worried that someone would think that God, …didn’t provide.
And it was in fact the total opposite.
While our finances have officially been stretched to the max and every ounce of income we could achieve this year has went back into doing our best to keep our own family afloat,
we haven’t been able to give back to our people like we had hoped this year. And that truly breaks my heart.
But just in this moment of desperation, while feeling that burden heavy on my heart, I took a walk in the rain to clear my head this evening, only to find that a friend had pulled in the driveway as I was walking back to bring us his homemade soup for dinner.
On a day I honestly didn’t know what we would eat.
On a day I didn’t feel like physically cooking due to lasting injuries.
On a day my spirit was heavy to testify that “He Provides” and I didn’t know how he would.
God humbled me and said- place your pride aside -and just let me provide.
So one day maybe your neighbor will pull in with a big ole bowl of soup and you’ll feel the same peace I felt tonight.
All pride aside;
- He Provides.
