Years ago I had a blog called Redeeming the Roberts. Life got busy, priorities shifted, and eventually the website disappeared. But the dream never did.
It stuck around. As much as my days filled up with babies and cows, with bread and birthdays, homeschool lessons and letters, I still had this tug to tell our story. The one that God, our Abba, has been writing all these years. I’ve been waiting for time, for patience to figure it all out and learn all the things that come with rebuilding a website, but the truth is, that will never come. So I decided to start typing. In the middle of making breakfast and feeding my sourdough starter. taking breaks to nurse Brodie our current baby and the absolute joy of our home. While Hosanna plays play dough at the kitchen table and I soak it all in.
These are the days.
The ones I want to remember. The reason I started blogging all those years ago.
Life today isn’t any more tidy and put together than it was before. The drywall still isn’t up and the power still isn’t run. We lost our milk cows last winter and even after 10 years in Tennessee, 6 years on this property, it feels no closer to home than when we first crossed state lines.
But as the generator hums and my Ankarsrum spins away with tomorrow mornings baps, Im reminded that the story is still being written, and isn’t that what true redemption is? An initial buying back, a moment of seeing your depravity and realizing you need a grace and a salvation from a good good father. One only Jesus could pay for… and an ongoing revealing of what needs to be given to Him. A daily handing over of habits and burdens and sins that only He can help you change and grow in.
We aren’t where we thought we’d be, but God is still writing our story.
Crying 😭 and praying that maybe this was a huge beautiful and hard part of your guy’s story but it might be time to come back home 🙏🙏🙏 I will continue to pray for answers and help to get you guys to where you will feel at home. I love you Sister 🩷