The Open Ocean

She sat looking at the clear blue sky. Clouds hanging like cotton.

As her glance fell to the horizon- she felt an over whelming peace.

Just as peace washed over her, she absorbed the vastness of the ocean. It was then that she saw the tiniest glimpse of His perspective.

She remembered her life back at home, and how the every day feels like the coast. Gigantic waves crashing down. Often times, her head barely above the water-waves crashing over, and over. Frequently, she’s barely able to catch a breath, just before the next wave crashes in.

There- it feels dark. Fearful and constantly overwhelmed by the things she can not control. There, the focus is narrow- with no relief in site.

But here, the waves are calm. They roll gently, and are like the wrinkles in a shirt that has yet to be ironed. It is here that she realizes the beauty. She sees the big picture. What looks like chaos on the shoreline is beautiful out at sea. She feels the peace that He must feel. She notices the depth and the complexity of the world He created.

She takes it all in, allowing herself to be refreshed, and choosing the calmness of the open ocean waves.


Making Dreams Come True

What is one thing that you have always wanted to do?!

One of mine is travel. I want to be able to travel the world. I want to go, do, and see all the things.

When we first got married, my husband and I talked about how we would travel when we retired. However, that dream got set aside when we found out we would be having a baby 9 months after getting married. That’s right! A honeymoon baby!

I was scared, excited, and really every emotion in between…because, hello..hormones. Also, if I thought that we don’t have any money now…we really didn’t have any money then. But somehow, things always work out. Things feel like they could go horribly wrong, but then at the last minute…it all comes together.

So, we did what you do. We prepared for baby. We had jobs. We were doing pretty well. We lived life. We lived life how we thought we were supposed to be living it. The thing is, the traditional way of living- get a job, work 7:30-3:30 (a lot of times much later, two teachers in the house), buy a house….wasn’t working for me. Especially, when we had two kids, now, by the time I had a teaching position. I wanted to be home more, and to be honest…our house runs MUCH smoother when I am home, at least part time.

So, I went part-time.

I loved it. It worked pretty well for our family for a couple of years. I taught pre-k, 3 days a week. Stayed home 2 days, and of course had the weekends with family.

After two years of working part-time, we had our third baby. We decided it’d be best if I stayed home. We had some big things coming up….We went through a discipleship school, which was an intense (good) time, and had our baby after we completed the program.

Through life experiences, vision for our family, and just longing…I began to realize that working outside of the home in the traditional concept is not for me in this season. So, here we are.

I am trying anything, and everything to make having a flexible schedule work. Because, I have come to realize that I don’t have to make six figures a year to do the things that I want to do, or that my kids want to do, or that my husband wants to do.

It’s scary. It takes risk. It takes learning, and growing. It takes getting outside your comfort zone.

Most days, I feel like I am falling flat on my face. And I think, what am I doing? What do people think? I let lies creep in that I am a failure.

But, eventually, I crawl out of that dark place- and I remember all of the lessons that I’ve learned each time I have failed. I remember that just because I have failed, doesn’t make me a failure. When you learn and grow, you take it on to your next adventure.

So, while most days, I feel like I am falling and failing. I know that if I keep pressing onward, one day- I will be flying. And that, among many things, is what keeps pushing me forward. Little by little, I see the small steps coming together in the big picture.

So, what is one thing you’ve always wanted to do?

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Thanks for taking the time to read.

~Rooted Mama

I’d love to hear what you are doing to make your dreams come true. And if you’re in a season of just surviving-I’ve been there. It takes the life right out of you. I’d love to hear about that, too.

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Here we go!!!

As I sit here, and type this post…I am feeling all.the.feelings.


I have occasionally posted over the last four years. I have had big expectations. Big dreams. There has also been…life. There has been disappointment in my lack of follow through- from myself.

Then, I had to let go of that disappointment. I had to let things happen and fall into place….and not force things into my timeline.


We are finally in a season of chasing dreams. With that, I am choosing to re-start (again and again) blogging. I am excited. I am expectant. I am fearful. Most of all…I want to share/re-share with you all my passions…this time with dedication and consistency.


I expect it to be bumpy in the beginning. I expect it to be messy. I expect to not know what I am doing.


I am hoping for grace in the process.

What can you expect?

Me sharing from my heart about my passions.

What are my passions?

I have a lot:





Health and Wellness





And So many more that I am forgetting in the moment or have yet to find.


I look forward to sharing these with you, but more than that…I hope that my words and content add value to YOU. I hope that the content creates community and brings people together. I hope for interaction. Because, I have been in a place where I have felt unknown. So, if you are in that place…I want you to feel seen, known, and loved. While, I know that I can not be all things to all people all the time…I hope that this blog can be at least a stepping stone in your story.