Building More…
There’s something special about seeing my son and my dad working side by side again. My son is in his mid-thirties now, and he’s finally taking the leap of faith to follow his heart...
Tilling Words Blog
Refined
I bent down to pick up a piece of sea glass gleaming among the shells. Once, it had been part of something whole—a bottle, maybe, or a jar. But somewhere along the way, it...
The Gift of Time
If someone were to ask me to name one of my goals in life, one of them would be this: that my grandchildren, long after I’m gone, would look back on memories of me...
Call On Him
I’ve always been the one behind the camera in our family—the one capturing everyone else’s moments. So, there aren’t many photos of me just being me. One Sunday morning at church, a friend’s son...
Missed Blessings
Being a country girl, freeway driving has never been something I’m comfortable with. Add in a little road construction or an accident, and my anxiety level jumps up a notch or two. Recently, I...
Little Notes
My husband doesn’t leave the house early every day—only on mornings when he’s heading to our cabin by the river or going fishing. On those days, he slips quietly out of bed and moves...
Purpose
My dad is eighty-four years old and still full of determination. He lives near me in a little country home and has been spending his days clearing a fence row that had grown wild...
The Teeter Swing
When I was a little girl, my sister and I had an old metal teeter swing in our backyard. It wasn’t fancy—just two faded seats facing each other, a set of pedals for our...
Covered
A couple of years ago, I stopped buying bagged mulch for my flower beds. Instead, I began using what God was already providing around me—pine straw. As the pines shed their needles, I rake...
Broken Pieces
Inspiration always comes during long walks surrounded by nature. My husband recently gifted me a new shotgun designed for individuals with petite frames. On this day, my walk brought me past our go to...