Spilled Milk, A Fragile Life, and the Call to Stewardship

Spilled Milk, A Fragile Life, and the Call to Stewardship

🥛 Spilled Milk in the Morning The day didn’t start with tragedy, or beauty, or anything remarkable. It started with a simple task — one I do nearly every morning. After milking, I carried a fresh half-gallon of milk to the propane fridge. It was 

The Perfection of Imperfection: Learning to Live Whole in an Imperfect World ✨

The Perfection of Imperfection: Learning to Live Whole in an Imperfect World ✨

🎥 What Stirred This Post I was outside today, filming some B-roll for a YouTube video — just a few quiet clips around our barnyard. And though I’ve spent the majority of my life advocating for gratefulness in whatever the Lord provides — not just 

Tending the Raspberry Patch: What Weeds, Water, and Willingness Can Teach Us About Bearing Fruit

Tending the Raspberry Patch: What Weeds, Water, and Willingness Can Teach Us About Bearing Fruit

By Liyah | The Biblical Homestead We planted them with good intentions—three different raspberry patches, each in their own little spot across the homestead. I remember the joy when we set them in the ground, each one full of promise. But life happened. Full days 

A Jiffy Mix Cornbread Hack from the Homestead Table: Breakfast for Old Souls, Memories, and a Slice of Simple Living

A Jiffy Mix Cornbread Hack from the Homestead Table: Breakfast for Old Souls, Memories, and a Slice of Simple Living

Cornbread for Cereal – and Other Forgotten Mornings Some mornings at the homestead are nothing short of a time slip. Today, for instance, my youngest padded in from the barn with hay on his sleeves and a grin on his face, asking, “Did you save 

🌸 Spring on the Homestead: Surprises, Snowmelt, and New Life

🌸 Spring on the Homestead: Surprises, Snowmelt, and New Life

There’s a certain rhythm to spring on the homestead.It doesn’t arrive all at once.Not here. Not where the winters hold on a little longer, and the ground takes its sweet time waking up. We still have a few mounds of snow lingering in the shadows 

When the Blessing Hisses Back

When the Blessing Hisses Back

Journal from the Homestead “When the Blessing Hisses Back” It’s week five of maple season here on the homestead. When we tapped those first trees and hauled in the earliest buckets of sap, it felt fresh and exciting—like the earth itself was waking up again,