Come on in!
It’s nice to meet you. My name’s Bethany.
I have 4 kids, a pen-scratched dog-eared Bible, and a very understanding husband.
I’m a little crunchy around the edges. I homeschool, home birth, and homebake humble pie year round. The longer I live, the more I learn how little I know. I write about it here.
I’m so glad you stumbled across my humble corner of the Web. (Don’t worry; we’re all of us stumbling here.) Please, make yourself at home.
Because we all need a place where we can simply be and be known. I know I do. Pull up a chair and relax. (Did I mention there’s pie?) Think of this space as my living room, and you dear friend are my guest.
This is where I’ll share my favorite recipes, and everything from feast day factoids to fashion tips to tips for throwing a Frozen birthday party.
Sometimes, though, I’ll just want to talk. How about you? I’ll pour us some coffee, we’ll kick off our shoes and dish. Not gossip, because who has time for that? I want to put our heads together and whisper words that inspire. I want to build up our marriages and find better ways to disciple our children. I want us to grow in friendship and faith.
I can’t promise it’ll always be pretty. I do my best not to sugarcoat (unless we’re talking pastry). Motherhood and marriage are hard enough without another picture-perfect Facebook feed to spin the yarn that we’re not all struggling. Believe me when I say I feel you, sister. For every Kodak moment, there’s a dog day.
And you know what? That’s alright.
See, I believe God’s got great big beautiful plans for you and for me, for our marriages, and for these precious souls we’re raising. Sure it’s not always easy, but the good stuff never is. And let’s be honest, it is good, isn’t it?
These stories we are living are breath-taking beautiful. Yes, even yours, even mine. Even on the bad days. Because we know it’s not about getting the most out of life, but giving the most out of love.
Can I tell you a secret? This glorious, gut-wrenching, messy-beautiful life was not what I planned for myself. But you know the old saying: we make plans, and God laughs. The trick, I’m discovering, is to laugh along.
Have I told you how glad I am that you’re here?
I love that the internet has given us a way to share our trials and triumphs. To cheer each other on as we cheer each other up. How it gives us a way to glimpse the stunning similarity in the splashes of spilt milk; the sweet, sticky fingers painting eternity on our hearts.
I want you to be comfortable, so I’ll try to keep it cozy, but sometimes I’m going to need to talk about those things that get under our skin. Just between friends. Because let’s be honest, life isn’t all rainbows and apple pie.
I love that we can talk about the hard stuff.
I know we won’t always agree, but please believe I am listening.
I don’t know about you but sometimes what this mama hearts needs more than anything is a kindred spirit.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one.
A woman was walking along when she fell into a trench. The walls were so steep, she couldn’t see the light. A doctor passed by, and the woman shouted up, “Can you help me out?” The doctor wrote her a prescription, tossed it into the trench and moved on. Then a priest came along and the woman said, “Father, I’m stuck in this trench with half a dozen sticky-fingered little people, can you help me out?” The priest said a prayer for the woman and walked on. Then a friend walked by, and the woman said, “Hey girl, it’s me, please you’ve gotta help me out!” And the friend jumped into the trench. The woman said, “Are you crazy? Now we’re both down here.” The friend said, “I know, but I’ve been down here before, and I know the way out.”
I don’t have all the answers. I’m learning as I go.
I show up here with my tales of toddler tears, of fractured faith, and what it’s like to be truly sleepless in Seattle. I roll up my sleeves, start slicing apples, and sprinkle sugar on the sour. It’s not a particularly glamorous story, but it’s beautiful and all mine. And I promise to keep on telling it. How I met a boy who introduced me to Jesus–and I fell in love with them both. (I’m still hopelessly fallen.) How I married the boy, and we moved to a city I’d never seen, and together we’re raising 4 sweet souls. How He’s raising me up in the process.
I promise not to edit out the bloopers. I’ll give it to you raw and uncut: mistakes, miracles and everything in between.
So come back tomorrow. And the day after that. I’ll be right here, journaling the journey. I can’t predict what’s in store, but I promise there will always be plenty to learn, plenty of laughs, and plenty of pie.
I look forward to knowing you better.