Sunday on the farm ✨
So many times this morning I had to tell myself to breathe.
Kids needing showers…
No clean “cowboy shirts”…
No one wanted the oatmeal I made — but I KNOW the moment we walk through those church doors they’ll suddenly be STARVING 😅
It’s chaos, it’s loud, it’s messy… but it’s ours.
And even on the mornings when I feel stretched thin, it’s all worth it knowing I don’t have to face life’s struggles alone.
Jesus meets me in the middle of the mess every time. 🤍✝️
(After church I’ll show you the applesauce from yesterday, start my ginger prep, and work with the gelding that won’t go forward — bringing you ladies along for the ride.)