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Hi I'm Heather

Come stroll the trails with me on our 44 acre Midwest horse farm where I seek God in the ordinary and always find Him--the Extraordinary--wooing, teaching, wowing me with Himself. Thanks for visiting. I hope you will be blessed!

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Unexpected Harvest: When You Wonder What God Has in Mind for Your Life

Harvest. Our garden provided abundantly throughout the summer and keeps giving. Lettuce, spinach, beans, peppers, carrots, tomatoes, squash, cucumbers, cantaloupe, pumpkins, raspberries. Each summer, this garden reminds me of the same truth—I can’t out-give God. I plunge seeds into the dark earth in spring. And then this. So much blessing. Too much blessing. I must […]

You are Worth More Than the Cost of a Wedding

How to Have the Most Beautiful, Most Memorable, Least Expensive Life Ever Last week, I posted about the impromptu wedding on our farm. From the announcement to the bride walking down the aisle, three hours elapsed. Time allowed only for fresh flowers picked from gardens and fields, a dress the bride had never worn, and […]

The Wedding That Eclipsed the Eclipse

We stood on the concrete driveway, two of our three grown kids and me. Anna and Nick stared up at the cloud-covered sky as our bare feet soaked up the warmth from the sun we couldn’t see. I looked around. The grass seemed greener. The swallows flocked together. The temperature dropped. Though not completely dark, […]

When You’re Scared and You Don’t Know What To Do

Since this weekend? Seems we’re consumed. In our nation . . . What he said. What he didn’t say. When he said it. Or didn’t say it. Why he took so long to say it. Is he fit? Is he unfit? Are we safe? Are we unsafe? Is the world safe? This opinion. That opinion. […]

Why We Really Need Jesus To Clean Us

The older I get, the more I recognize my depravity, the deep-down dirty of my thoughts, words and deeds, of my even deeper motivations and instincts.  And the older I get, the more I know my need of Jesus.  Kind of like Paul in Romans . . . I do not understand what I do. […]

Make Hay While The Sun Shines

They say, “Make hay while the sun shines” and this is true. Those of us around here with horses need hay cut at just the right time. We watch the weather, hoping for three, back-to-back sunny days for hay harvesting because horse hay must be dry. Otherwise, hay molds and can’t be fed to horses. […]

Abundance from Dependence

What do you do when your dreams aren’t coming true? What do you do when your heart breaks from the ache of wanting something so much and it looks like that one dream may never be yours?  Like Hannah who wanted a child.  Desperately. So what did Hannah do?  Instead of lashing out at her […]

Sicker Than A Dog

I was sicker than a dog last week.  That is, until my dog got sick the day after. I think I poisoned myself with some bad beef.  Not pretty.  Next morning, I read the directions on the package . . . Eat within 5 days after opening. I did the math, in the aftermath of […]

Fear Not—An Invitation to the Freedom of Dependence

The men in my life are laying out clothes, filling up containers, packing enough for five days of their ten away in two cities where terror has struck again—London and Paris.  And they’ll be standing on the beaches where some other mother’s boys landed and turned the waters red at the same ages as our […]

Weathering the Storms

I stand on the balcony of our west-facing library and see the young pumpkin vines beginning to flower yellow.  My eyes scan the rows of tender tomatoes and marigolds two weeks old, crying for relief from the oppressive heat and hard winds that can turn soil to dust and parch leaves crisp.  Their vulnerable stems […]

Foreign Affairs and What’s Right With the World

Terrorist attacks.  My two sons and my husband are heading to London and Paris in two weeks for a WWII trip . . . I pray.  I reflect . . . I put a poster board together for him Saturday, the day before he walked the aisle.  The day before he took his seat among […]

The Worth of Work and Pain

I cleared fall’s dead from the winding perennial borders—the purple coneflower stems, the sedum stalks.  I removed the invasive honeysuckle and hemlock planted by birds in places they don’t belong.  I cut down clumps of Karl Foerster grass, making way for new growth.  I dug up and divided overgrown hostas, giving some away to those […]