Let the Healing Begin!



Do you ever have times when you have felt that you just ‘didn’t get it?’ You know, where sometimes you have to hear something a couple of times… Or maybe many, many times before the light bulb in your head clicks on?

As I sat in church this past Sunday, once again, the story of a man who was sick for 38 years was brought to my attention…

Back in the days when Jesus walked the earth, there was a pool… and at certain times, an angel would stir the waters… The first person to step into the water, after the water was stirred, would be healed of whatever disease they had! How cool is that?!?

One day, Jesus saw this man who had been sick for 38 years and asked him, ‘Do you want to get well?



I would have thought that the man would have answered with a resounding “YES!”

However, he did not…

Instead, he gave Jesus excuses as to why he couldn’t get into the pool.

This got me to thinking. How many times do we make excuses for not taking better care of ourselves?

I know in my own life, I struggle with eating healthy. I know what I should eat, but I make excuses as go why I can’t go without those unhealthy foods!

But as I continued to listen to the story of this man, it came with a new twist…

Our pastor asked us a question. Why didn’t he just say yes? Why did he make excuses? Was it because he was comfortable in his situation? Had he become so used to people taking care of him, that being healed, he might actually have to live a healthy and productive life?!? Perhaps he enjoyed being taken care of… perhaps it was more comfortable for him to wallow in self pity…

This made me stop and wonder… Were there any underlying reasons keeping me from eating healthy…

I’ll share with you next time what I uncovered.

Till then, eat healthy!

~ Sheri


Tilling the Soil


With camera in hand, I went outside. I found it to be unseasonably chilly for August weather. As I walked to a favorite spot overlooking our small farm, I could feel drops of rain coming to rest on my face. As the sun struggled to peek through the clouds, I could see the fog was beginning to clear… I needed to get my shot before the opportunity was lost.

As I stood, focusing the lens on my camera, I smiled as the weather reflected the image of the ‘fog’ that was beginning lift in my mind, allowing my thoughts to become clear…

For months now, I’ve been struggling… A sort of midlife crisis, if you will… You know, that state of mind you find yourself in when you’re not exactly sure what to do…

Finances were always at the top of my ‘grocery list’ of prayer requests. But what I kept seeing and hearing during my morning quiet times was, ’till the soil.’

I remember thinking to myself, ‘That’s great Lord, but how do I make any money tilling the soil?’

Not knowing what he meant, I began seeking an income away from the homestead…

On the day that I was to have an interview, I wound up getting a wake up call…

As I sought his leading and direction, I remember saying, ‘Lord, I don’t feel you telling me that I shouldn’t go to this interview, so I’m going… If this isn’t your will, shut the door… Your will be done, not mine.’

Mom told me that I sounded upbeat and positive about the possibility of this job… But, on my way to the interview I got stuck in traffic. As I sat there waiting for the vehicles in front of me to start moving again, the tractor trailer directly in front of me started to back up… The driver never saw me… At least not until after the damage was done…

However, I am very grateful!

It could have been worse… A LOT worse!

Shaken from the experience, I found myself wondering, ‘Why, Lord?

My Creator begin to show me scriptures about tilling the soil and about preparing meals for others. And, about how we can share our hearts and lives with others, even if the meal is simple and the setting is humble. Simply by doing these things, it says to others, ‘I care about you, I love you, and I have prepared a place for you.’

I believe that as each door closes on job opportunities away from the home, my Creator is showing me that I need to trust him more!

He is building my faith.

Faith means to trust… to believe… having trust or confidence in God to take care of my needs!

Just as tilling the soil prepares it by digging, stirring and overturning, which creates air pockets that allow air and water access to plants… God is ‘preparing’ me for something bigger…

He is digging up all the things in me that keep me from walking into the life He has planned for me. He is stirring my heart with the desire of growing and raising our own food… And, he is cultivating a new vision of what this farm is to be used for…

I’m not completely sure what that vision looks like so, I will put my trust in him… He knows what he is doing!

For now, I will put my faith into action and till the land while the weather allows… and, I will use our produce to create delicious, healthy meals for the family!

Till next time,


Back on the Wagon to Better Health

It Takes Faith


Hi, I’m Sheri… I’m just a single gal who’s a modern-day homesteader, follower of Jesus, blogger, entrepreneur, amateur photographer, jewelry designer and a struggling gardener — who loves to cook! 

I wasn’t born a homesteading gal. I was born and raised in the city.

Growing up, I was expected to do the usual things — graduate from high school, go to college, get a 9-5 job, get married, and have oodles of kids.

Homesteading and the single life was the farthest thing from my mind!

However, in July of 2014, mom and I made the move to the country in search of a sustainable lifestyle.

You know what? This homesteading life isn’t for the faint of heart… it’s hard work, baby!

Now, 3 years later, more than ever, I am focusing on the farm, cooking, and my health!

Bathroom Scale Humor - Cat and Mouse
Picture via Pinterest

After stepping on the scale today, I didn’t like what I saw… and so right here, right now, I am getting back on the band wagon of good health!

Till next time,

~ Sheri

From Meltdown to Marvelous


After my early morning meltdown yesterday, I tried going back to sleep. I had just about made it back to the sweet recesses of sleep when mom came and told me that she was heading out to clean the coop.

I could have ‘played possum’ and pretended not to hear her… but, the good daughter that I am, I told her I would help… ‘just give me a half an hour…’

By the time we headed out to work, the sun was beginning to rise over our heads. It was going to be a pleasant day… A sweet relief from the hot, muggy days we’d been having.

Cleaning the coop was not a job I was looking forward to. The work would be messier than usual… Recent thunders storms, brought torrential downpours, and although it brought some much needed rain, it left our chicken coop flooded with several inches of water…. this only added to the muck…

Pretty Place for Chickens to Relax

As mom began the work inside the coop, she used the pitchfork to break up the mess and toss it through the opening. I, on the other hand, worked outside the coop, shoveling and tossing the mess into the wagon and hauling it to the compost pile.

The gang, already outdoors, clucked their exasperation at our audacity at having blocked their doorway with straw and chicken doo…

I stopped my work to respond to their clucking and say, ‘Hey, it needs done. Are you going to do it?’

As they turned away, shaking their tailfeathers at me, it was obvious that we both knew who was going to get stuck shoveling their (A-hem) fertilizer…

I chuckled and shook my head wondering exactly who it was that worked for who around here…

Greener Pastures

As I returned to my labor, I realized I that I was actually glad for the exercise. I could feel my muscles getting a workout… and the physical exertion was a way for me to relieve the stress of my earlier meltdown…

By the time my back was ready for a break, my ‘bestie’ called to wish me a happy birthday and to tell me she wanted to treat me to a birthday dinner — my choice!

Awesome sauce!

She didn’t have to ask me twice! I needed to get away, if only for a few hours!

I decided on Chinese, because, well, I don’t get to indulge in it very often… mom is not a fan of the cuisine… I’m not sure why, because frankly, I don’t think she ever tried it… she just tells me ‘I don’t like it.’

As a child, I never got away with that excuse… how come she can? And this from a mother who always told me to at least try it, you never know, you just might find out you like it! Hmmm, sounds like double standards, to me! 😉

To finish out the day, even though funds are tight, mom treated me to a special birthday cupcake… so that I could have cake on my birthday! What a great surprise!

So, all-in-all, even though it started out with a meltdown, it ended up being a marvelous day!

Till next time,

~ Sheri

Early Morning Meltdown

Sunset 1 - Wall Hanging

How do you know when it’s time to quit?

I’ve been reading a book called ‘A Woman Who Doesn’t QUIT – 5 Habits from the Book of Ruth.’

In it, the author shares the story of Elimelech.

Elimelech was a man who lived in Bethlehem-Judah. There was famine in the land… Out of hunger and desperation, he moved his wife and two sons to Moab. However, Moab was a country that God told his people never to go…

I can understand his thinking… Here was a man who wanted to do right by his family. They were hungry – most likely starving and not knowing when or if they would have another meal…

Moab had food!

But again, Moab was a country Elimelech and his people were told not to go… still, they went anyway…

Not long after the move, Elimelech died, leaving his wife Naomi alone, to fend for herself and their two sons…

Scripture says that she became very bitter and blamed God (Ruth 1:13). I can only imagine that she must have been angry with Elimelech, too. After all, he did move her and the kids to a strange country… a country God told them never to go!

But no, move they did… and then, he goes off and dies on her!

The grief and frustration she must have felt!

I get it!

I completely understand the frustration of moving to a place I never wanted to move to…

And, after waking this morning, to yet another problem here on the homestead, I found myself, once again reduced to tears… and, a frustrating conversation with mom only resulted in more sobbing and both of us wishing we’d never been born.

I asked mom why she moved us here… what is God trying to teach me… she said maybe He’s trying to make a stronger woman out of me…

Really?!? Trust me Lord, I’m not that strong…

It doesn’t help that I am another year older… alone… and, in debt…

What do I have to show for my life?

I see other people living the life I wish I had… a life of happiness and prosperity…

So, is this the life God has for me? A life of frustration and grief? Did I make the wrong decision to move here with mom… it wasn’t like I had much of choice… after moving back home to take care of dad during his illness, and his passing, I was broke…

Is it time to move on?

How do you know when and if it’s time to quit – especially if you’re living a life you’re not sure you were ever intended to live?

Yes, I see the vision mom has for this place… I see an even bigger vision of what could be…

But I also see other people living a life with no frustration… I see them living prosperously… a life I wish I had… but what exactly do I want to do with my life?

Is it time to quit?

Or, is this a time of refinement – a time where God is molding me into the woman He wants me to become…

Only time will tell…

Till next time,

~ Sheri

Gad Zukes!


I am so tickled with the results of this years garden! The first two years were a bust… well, almost….

The first year we planted broccoli, cauliflower and red beets… nothing grew! Although, we did get a boat load of cherry tomatoes growing from tossed away tomatoes in our compost pile!

Last year, mom was still working full-time in the public transport arena, and I stayed at home to run the farm. However, with my having back and hip issues, the growing season got away from us… still, I was so determined to grow something, ANYTHING, that I started a little table-top garden in our kitchen!

Table-Top Garden

It wasn’t the garden I had hoped for. But, I was pleased just to have some much beloved tomatoes and peppers, plus a few of my favorite herbs! I felt like I had accomplished something! I felt productive!

Now, with mom retired since January, we are both able to give our garden the much needed attention it deserves!

And, our garden is showing us just how much it appreciates the love!

Gad Zukes

The two zucchini I have in my hands are the smallest of the bunch! And yes, before you ask, I decided to have my hair cut short! With the summer heat, I just couldn’t be bothered with my long tresses! We’ll see how I feel come fall… maybe I’ll let it grow back in!

As for the zucchini, we’ve had so many coming in that we are already sharing with the chickens, and there is still more coming in. Good thing I love zucchini!

Now, I just have to decide which way I want to preserve our surplus! Should I can, dehydrate or freeze?

The cool thing is, we are still planting! With only two weeks since our last planting session, our fall crop (although small) is already starting to come in!

Fall Crop

As far as I know, we are the only ones on our road who has a fall crop planted… hmmm, I wonder why that is? I don’t know… I just think if you can plant… then you should plant!

One thing I wish I could figure out though… we seem to be having problems with getting carrots to grow… and we also have a patch of land that nothing, and I do mean NOTHING, seems to want to grow no matter what seeds we plant!

We’ve planted twice now, in that barren section of land… and, we’ve tried two different areas for carrots, along with two different batches of seeds… but still no carrots…

My hope is that we can change that… I see some research in my future! 😉

All-in-all though, considering the first two years, I am tickled pink with how green our garden is this year!

It must be true… Third times the charm!

Till next time,

~ Sheri

In the Garden

The Garden: “a covered or hidden place.”

This morning, during my quiet time, I was reminded of my grandmothers’ favorite song – ‘In the Garden.’

As I sang the song quietly to myself, my eyes filled with tears, as sweet memories came flooding back… memories of spending time with my grandmother, in her rose garden…

In the Garden

Since the beginning of time, the garden has been an important part of our culture, and is viewed in many different ways…

For instance, one might view the garden as a place of beauty that is filled with the fragrance of flowers and fruit — just like grandmas…


Another might view the garden as a place of shelter and shade from the heat of the day.

Yet, there are other ways in which we can view the garden…

It can be a pleasurable place to meet friends… for picnics and other social gatherings…

The garden is also a place in which food is provided…

But, the garden is also a place of quiet retreat.


Tending my own garden is enjoyable in a number of ways… although it is beginning to fill with oodles of veggies, which will provide sustenance, it is also a pleasurable place for social gatherings. I have enjoyed many a conversation over the fence with my neighbors and with those traveling on the trail near our home…

Yet, amid all the people, I also find my garden to be a place where I can retreat from the crowds…  a place of solitude, where I can be refreshed, simply by sitting and enjoying the sounds of country life on my little homestead… and yes, that includes the sounds of my chickens!


I don’t know if grandma has passed down to me her ability to grow a rose garden, but I do believe that I have inherited her passion for gardening…

It’s true what they say… a garden can take a lot of time and effort… but, oh, how sweet are the rewards it yields in return!

Till next time,

~ Sheri