Faith, Fields, and Down-Home Grace

It was cold and relentlessly rainy yesterday. I wasn’t at all productive and there’s a tendency to feel guilty about it. The truth is, I love…

Peering over a gate with a clear view of the field behind the barn, I watched as the calves and their mommas return after feeding…

I recently started woodworking. I don’t know what brought it on other than the need to create something with my hands. Thanks to my generous…

Now that the weather is playing nice around here, the ryegrass we planted back in October is finally ready for the cows to eat. It’s…

My name is Nikki. I’m a suburban transplant who now lives a quiet life where morning light spills over pastures and the scent of cow manure fills the air. Between taking care of the home, tending to animals, and nurturing my garden, I’m learning over and over again to lift my eyes up and let God’s grace take over.
Here, I write about the beauty and ache of the everyday moments and ordinary days, about faith that takes root, and about a Savior who meets us in both the noise and the stillness. My prayers is that each story or reflection will point to Jesus so that you, dear reader, will find Him in the middle of your own everyday and ordinary moments.