A Note From Gabi...

I didn't always know about motherhood and homemaking, but from early days, I knew about making places of beauty and comfort. From my college days in a tiny apartment on a shoestring budget to a city home, and now an rural dwelling, surrounded by goats, ducks, chickens, bees, and gardens, my desire for cultivating a place of nourishment and peace can't be separated from the eternal. In my dwelling, regardless of whatever is going on out in the world, I tend a growing of what He calls good, however imperfectly it is on this side of heaven. My family finds a soft place to land, where our souls can go gently here, where we can bear and mirror light for one another. It is simply an imperfect house, on imperfect land, with imperfect people living within, but with deep roots to love one another in mercy and grace.

God invites us to live as placemakers.

When my husband passed away a few years ago from brain cancer, I didn't know which way was up. One day of deep sorrow and grief melded into another and another. The days were so dark, there was so much strife and anguish going on within the outside world, and despite the ongoing needs of homemaking and homeschooling, the days often felt without hope and life. It was in that wilderness that I felt the Lord renew a call for returning to place--an invitation to anchor deep roots, not just in my home, but within my small community. It was a gently whisper of being remade, and all I needed to do was be still and accept the invitation to live a rooted life. I want you to take up that invitation too, so your family has greater peace, rest, and hope in this world.