Hey, I’m glad you’re here!
I’m Whitney. I don’t have a bunch of letters after my name and I don’t have an “influencer” house or body. But I realized when I got married and moved out, that I did have a lot of questions.
From the practical stuff like how do I take these housekeeping skills and weave them together to create a system that makes sense, to theological questions about the Trinity, women’s roles in the church, and do these questions even matter in the day-to-day operation of life?
What the Lord gently showed me is this: home does matter to living out faith.
For the tired woman who doesn’t need anything else added to her to-do list.
Home matters.
For the one who feels like those closest to her gets the least of her.
Home matters.
For the one sick of mediocrity.
Home matters.
For the one who shows up at church Sunday morning but wonders when her life will change and community will deepen.
Home matters.
For the one battling body image lies.
Home matters.
For the one trapped in crippling expectations and crushed under the weight of perfectionism.
Home matters.
For the one chasing adventure and longing for a meaningful life.
Home matters.
I know it does because when I stopped “being busy” long enough to look these fears and struggles in the face, when I allowed Jesus to take my hand and show me a better way, I learned home is far more important than culture – and even the church – tells us.
You can read something in the Bible, but unless it’s lived out at home, what is it worth?
My vision of home is a sanctuary where hard questions can be asked and wrestled through, our marriage is deepened and strengthened, and community flourishes. I don’t have it all figured out, but I’d really love it if you grab your favorite mug of something hot (or iced), pull a chair around our (virtual) firepit, and join me as we have conversations about the questions we’re all asking.
A little more about me
My husband, David, and I pursue a simple, adventurous, faithful-to-Jesus life. We make mistakes, but at the end of the day, that’s our goal.
David and I both work full-time – he is a welder and I work in accounting. Our little dog Ruger, a Shih-Tzu/terrier mix we adopted from a shelter, is, of course, spoiled rotten.
To us, part of practicing a simple life means living as old-fashioned as possible. I make a lot of food from scratch, I love natural remedies, we homestead as much as we can with what we have, and hunting is a big food source for us.
I’m the oldest of four, and grew up surrounded by Kentucky farmland. I’ll always be a country girl at heart. I was homeschooled along with my siblings, so homeschooling and holistic education is a passion of mine. David is also the oldest, and was raised in the same town as his grandparents (fifteen minutes from me). Because of that, he has a great appreciation for family traditions. He spent lots of time hunting growing up, and still goes to the woods any chance he gets.
When we got married (he was 24, I was 23), we moved into a 700 square foot, one-bedroom apartment. We lived there for a year and nine months before moving into a three-bedroom rental house in a neighborhood, where we’ve lived for about two years. As I’ve experimented with rhythms, systems, and dinner ideas, making plenty of mistakes along the way, I’ve discovered I actually love homemaking, and just how impactful it is to every area of our lives.
For me, this intersection of theology learned and theology lived out, is perhaps my greatest passion. That’s how this blog was born.
Random things you may want to know
- If I could have any superpower, it would be teleportation.
- I’m a lifelong bookworm. My favorite books are Anne of Green Gables and Little Women.
- Mountains over beach any day.
- I’ve always loved writing. I discovered blogging back in 2010, but I didn’t have the courage to publish what I wrote for over 10 years.
- My first job was also one of my dream jobs – working at our local library. I was blessed to work there for eight years.
- The best day of my life was the day I decided to follow Jesus.
- The second best day of my life was the day David and I promised “till death do us part.” It may be cliché, but ours is my favorite love story.
Here’s my Statement of Faith