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  • Life Lessons from Hard Seasons: Motherhood, Drought, and Growing Community

    Life Lessons from Hard Seasons: Motherhood, Drought, and Growing Community

    Daily writing prompt
    How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

    Life Lessons from Seasons of Change

    Life’s big shifts and slow seasons have humbled me more than I ever expected. These hard seasons have become some of my deepest life lessons.

    When I was younger, I believed effort alone could fix anything. If plans fell apart, I figured someone just wasn’t trying hard enough—or doing things the right way—maybe even me. There was real arrogance in that. I thought sheer willpower could bend the world to my plans.

    What a Drought Taught Me About Letting Go

    Then came the hard stops: moments no amount of grit could move. A garden lost to drought after I had my first child taught me that lesson faster than any sermon.

    No extra watering, no wishing, no late-night worrying brought back the harvest. That loss showed me surrender—not as giving up, but as meeting reality honestly and carrying only what’s mine. I still remember the cracked soil under my hands and the quiet ache of knowing this hard season of motherhood wasn’t mine to fix with effort alone.

    Finding Balance in Parenting and Daily Chaos

    These days, when chaos and noise fill the house or the coop, I pause instead of pushing harder. “What’s mine to carry?” has become a quiet mantra in these hard seasons of parenting.

    Boundaries, deep breaths, even tears—they build me back stronger. And honestly, I need those reminders often. These everyday moments are teaching me life lessons from the garden and the home, one small surrender at a time.

    Building Community Through Grace and Compassion

    Love feels different now, too. Gentler. I see the hidden weight in others—a neighbor worn thin, another parent stretching through a long week—and grace comes quicker.

    Community grows in those moments when compassion replaces judgment. Some days that looks like sharing a meal. Other days, it’s just listening without trying to fix. In their own way, these conversations are building community in hard times, one honest story at a time.

    Growing Through Time, Trust, and Faith

    Time weaves it all together—naivety to trust, effort to faith. The seasons remind me that everything sprouts, fades, and returns in its own time, even in our hard seasons of life.

    My job is to show up faithfully—to tend what I can, raise my kids with patience, and keep building a life that roots deeply in love and community. These are the life lessons from hard seasons that shape how I move through the world now.

    Feature Photo by Natalia Gasiorowska on Unsplash


    How have your hard seasons changed you? I’d love to hear how time has softened or strengthened your own soil—share in the comments below.

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  • The Scariest Button I Click as a Homesteading Mom Blogger

    The Scariest Button I Click as a Homesteading Mom Blogger

    What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

    I’ve been writing online for nine months, and you’d think the fear would have faded. But every time I hover over “Publish,” my heart still skips. It’s funny — no matter how many posts I write, that little flash of fear never really goes away.

    The Scariest Button I Click

    “Publish” on my most vulnerable stories.

    I can talk all day about raising kids, growing food, and finding our rhythm in community. I’ve shared about my postpartum struggles and other tender seasons because I want other moms to know they’re not alone. That kind of openness feels easier now—but there are deeper stories I haven’t shared yet. The ones that changed me, stretched me, and still make my stomach knot when I think about putting them out there.

    The Drafts That Wait

    Some of those stories sit in my drafts folder, half‑finished, holding the hardest moments—the times that tested my faith, my patience, and my sense of self. I know sharing them might help someone else, but I still hesitate. I worry about being misunderstood, about saying too much, about people turning away. But I also know that the most meaningful connections grow when we show up honestly, even when it scares us.

    What It Would Take

    • A clear why: Remembering that if one person feels seen, the fear is worth it.
    • Gentle accountability: Friends who nudge me to keep showing up.
    • Boundaries: Knowing which parts of my story I can hold close.
    • Small practice: One honest sentence at a time, letting courage build slowly.

    Growing Braver

    The fear never really leaves. But each time I hit “publish,” I feel a little steadier, a little stronger. I see that courage isn’t a single leap—it’s the quiet, everyday choosing to keep growing, even when it’s uncomfortable. Maybe that’s what real community is built on: showing up with our full selves, mess and all, and finding we’re not alone after all.

    Feature Photo by yousef samuil on Unsplash


    If you’re comfortable, tell me one area where you’re trying to be braver this year.

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