Blister Beetles: An Invitation to Surrender, Day by Day

I’m sure my Oklahoma friends will recall the historic drought that covered our state a few years back in 2022. That’s the setting for this short little chapter of my life that I’ve always thought of as “Blister Beetles.” And though it may be short, it probably (more like definitely) has been the most impactful…

The Year I Let Go of the Pen

It’s the last day of the year 2025. I don’t know what kind of person you are at the end of the year…maybe you make resolutions, recluse in quiet to reflect on the past twelve months, or maybe you have no clue what the date is because that week after Christmas is kind of like…

Classic Christmas Sugar Cookies

I can officially say I’ve been using this classic sugar cookie recipe for a decade now. I began making these simple and sweet cookies on my first Christmas as a young bride, and here we are, ten years later, with several little hands helping us bake them. Grab some helpers and some cute Christmas cookie…

Virinda Taylor Longmire: A Woman Who Lived Life Well

Three boys run around this cozy house we call home, so as I’m sure you can imagine, I never lack for dirty dishes, laundry, and floors to clean. Today I was working on cleaning the smudge prints off all the windows and glass in the house when I stopped to clean the glass of the…

To Never Despise a Humble Beginning

In a little less than a month I’ll turn thirty. Three decades of humble beginnings that I can look back and smile on. It’s the start of so many stories that I get to share here with you. I wrote one of those stories here: From Blog to Purpose: The Heart of the Homeland Story,…

Just the Dreamy Reflections of a Girl in the Rockies at Sunrise

I came hungry. My soul needing to be filled with something beautiful. Something that would take my breath away. It’s dark, but the rising sun will soon engulf the mountain peaks in a fiery blaze of pink and orange tones. It’s why we’re here sitting in the silent of night. I’m hungry for morning’s light…

When Hearts Feel Heavy.

My heart is heavy friend, and if you’re reading this then there’s a good chance yours is too. So much sorrow, grief, evil, and injustice. It’s heavy. Too heavy for you to bear and too heavy for me. I’ve cried and poured my heart out before the Lord. I begged for his light to shine…

Rainbows and the Claremore Tornado

I laid out clothes on my dresser- jeans, socks, and a pair of tennis shoes. I checked the latest update from the local meteorologist and then set down my phone. I remember trying to reassure myself by thinking, “I’ll fall asleep and then wake up, and the storms will be over.” I crawled under the…