Heritage Homestead

06/25/2026

The first picture is from a page I follow, and it made me laugh because I was actually preparing to write a post about changing your sheets.

I changed the sheets this week, and the simple task reminded me of so many things. Love your spouse well. Scott loves fresh sheets. If he’s had a bad day or is coming home from a work trip, I’ll randomly change the sheets because I know how much he loves it. As I did it this week, in a hard season, I realized that even something as mundane as changing sheets and folding our laundry is something I never want to take for granted. If tomorrow you couldn’t do these little things, you’d miss them. I’ve lived that before.

This week, our foster son we wanted to adopt turned 13. How is our sweet boy 13 already? I remember the day he was born. I felt it. I prayed for his birth mom, and I nested. I put sheets on the crib. I folded baby clothes into the drawers. I repacked the diaper bag.

There was no call. We didn’t know her. I just felt him.

On July 2nd, we got the call. We picked up our sweet boy from the hospital and I learned he was born the day I felt him.

When he was removed from us and placed with his uncle and aunt, one of the hardest things was his laundry. We packed up everything that was required to go with him—and so much more—but some items I kept, and some were mixed in with laundry waiting to be washed. His sheets… my mama stripped the crib, washed everything, and tucked it all away so we wouldn’t have to.

I’m not depressed. Sad, yes, but not depressed. I still find joy in fresh sheets, mushroom coffee, homeopathy lectures and books, and my family.

This unraveling must happen, but I get to decide to live joyfully despite the anxiety. I get to love fully, even on the bad days. I can’t change the circumstances, but I can decide how I want to live through them.

This is the day that the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it! Psalms 118:24

06/22/2026

The first two are Rosie Gene; the others are Mika Moo! He was two months younger when he fit in with the Moo Moo outfit 🐄❤️. I had ChatGPT edit her bottom.

06/22/2026

Five months of Rosie Gene! She is such a blessing. A light and color in all the grey. Her smile and laughs are infectious. I wanted a different year for us, but I believe God is using this time so she gets the best in the future.

She loves all her siblings. She is momma’s baby. Loves pulling on daddy’s facial hair. She plays, “talks” loudly for all to hear, and really wants to eat! She was cleared to eat at four months old because of her advanced head control, but I waited. Now we are aiming for the 4th of July. She can roll and flip around so fast. Can sit independently, but we don't trust it yet. The girl is ready. She hates daytime naps but sleeps beautifully at night. She doesn't want to miss anything. She loves music, and currently Monster by Skillet is her favorite song. She calms as soon as it plays. I love getting to know her and seeing her grow.

All six of them make the hard days still good days. Thank you, Lord, for each of them.

06/21/2026

Happy Father's Day. We’ve gone bowling twice recently, and both times, for a while, there is peace—no panic attacks. I don't question everything. It’s fun and easy. We laugh and play. We are two of the most blessed human beings because six beautiful children call us mom and dad. This has not been the easiest season for them, but I believe, in the end, they will get better parents, and while we are walking through this unraveling, we are finding ways to laugh, play, and grow as a family.

06/18/2026

I had a 4am panic attack. They are like nothing I've ever experienced. They start with raw fear, heart racing, I'm terrified, and then the specifics come. Satan starts playing on my insecurities, and my nervous system is stuck. I am worthless, I did something wrong, I'm not good enough, and other things. This morning I chose to put on my workout clothes and move. I worked out for an hour, then swam for about 40 minutes. It didn't take it away. Honestly, it's one of the longest attacks I’ve had. I think I'm still experiencing it mildly. I'm moving. I got dressed, styled my hair, and put on makeup. I read the Bible with the kids and made a plan for the day. I chose love, forgiveness, and caring for myself. I did the second half of my cancer miasm lecture. I'm slowly getting my brain back to school and focusing on what I need moving forward. It hasn't stopped anything, but believing God can use this unraveling for his glory is making it possible. The other option is to allow the pain to consume me, and then satan wins. I can't change one detail, but I do get to choose how I respond. I can't stop anxiety or grief, but I can allow them to grow me into a better person, and I can show my children that even in my worst days, I can worship, serve, and obey. Because Jesus and that's always enough.

Now it’s time for my support group. For whatever reason, God said, "Today, you share this pain." A piece of this unraveling. Dear sisters, don't suffer alone. No matter what's going on. If you need me, reach out ❤️

06/18/2026

I wanted to update on Oakley. He had his hip X-rayed again, and the spots they are watching look great! They’ll switch to annual X-rays. Homeopathy for the win!

This picture from Bible study tonight captures life right now best. My kiddos, my church, my Bible, and lots of journaling. I'm writing a special journal for Rosie Gene because I was so worried I might be missing her first year in this unraveling.

I love Oakley’s paper, “The Holy Spirit in Me.” He is leading me well. The world is very grey. It has to be, but one day I believe I’ll see all the colors again. I'm vibrant by nature, but for a while I have to see things in black and white. Truth and grace.

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

06/05/2026

Come join us for a evening of fellowship

06/04/2026

We are offering a big discount next week in our acute clinic. If you’d like to work with me, message me, and I will open my calendar and let my clinic director know when you book. Please share this, it helps all the students get cases, and our community get amazing homeopathic care at an affordable price! Thank you.

06/02/2026

I was supposed to go to Philadelphia for events hosted by my school and then to graduation. I’ve made connections with some of the graduates, and I was looking forward to cheering for them. The unraveling I’m in has made me emotionally unstable. So many things can trigger a panic attack, and it wasn’t right to take that to a celebration. We were going to the Mütter Museum and having a picnic at the grave of an American homeopath from the 1800s. Also, the Hahnemann archives and seeing the original Lachesis snake preserved. I feel so at home with these folk who understand my weird and thrive on it too.

I instead took a tiny grief-cation. I’m no stranger to loss, and during our infertility and miscarriages, we went on a transatlantic cruise to get away from the noise of life as we processed our grief. After losing my brother and son in 2014, Scott and I went on a trip, and it was the absolute best decision. Again, to step away from the demands of life and just be. My mom died, and we packed up the kids and headed to the beach after the funeral. I needed the sound of the ocean to drown out this unraveling. It wasn’t as easy, but I heard from the Lord. I cried finally, big, ugly, passionate, why God, why?! He answered. It’s not perfect, but I think I’m more grounded than I was.

I had a client from last year request me in the clinic, so I took my first case in this season, and it felt good. I am available if you want to request me through HHN. I need to know you’ll be putting in a request, and I’ll open my calendar.

As always, please pray ♥️

05/29/2026