A Tennessee Breeze and a Grateful Heart

Today was one of those simple days that remind me why we moved to Tennessee.

This morning, Billy and I attended church at Love & Truth Church in Savannah. The worship was powerful, heartfelt, and centered on Christ. There is something special about gathering with fellow believers, lifting our voices in worship, and being reminded of God’s design and purpose for our lives.

The message focused on biblical leadership within the family. It was a reminder that a husband’s role extends beyond providing financially. Scripture calls men to be spiritual leaders, exercising wisdom, discernment, protection, and loving responsibility for those entrusted to their care. Leadership is not about control. It is about stewardship, sacrifice, and faithfully serving one’s family under God’s authority.

As I listened, I found myself feeling deeply grateful.

I am thankful for a husband who takes that responsibility seriously. Billy cares for our family not only physically but spiritually. He seeks God’s direction, helps lead our family’s vision, and desires to walk in obedience to Christ. That is a blessing I never want to take for granted.

After church, we headed home through the rolling Tennessee countryside. The summer breeze drifted through the truck windows as green fields, trees, and winding roads passed by. Life moves at a different pace here. It is one of the things I love most about homestead living.

Back at home, the garden continues to grow. Every day brings something new. Tiny seedlings become thriving plants. Herbs stretch toward the sun. Flowers bloom where there was once only bare soil. The homestead is constantly teaching lessons about patience, faithfulness, and trusting the process.

Ruby, our donkey, enjoyed the afternoon as well. She has become part of the rhythm of life here, bringing both entertainment and personality to our little corner of Tennessee.

As I watched the breeze move through the trees and thought about the message from church, I was reminded that many of the most important things in life cannot be rushed.

Gardens take time.

Families take time.

Faith takes time.

Character takes time.

God often does His best work slowly, cultivating growth beneath the surface long before we can see the results.

Today wasn’t extraordinary by worldly standards. There were no grand accomplishments or dramatic events.

Just worship, family, a Tennessee breeze, a growing garden, a donkey named Ruby, and a grateful heart.

And sometimes, those are the very best days.

“Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain.”
Psalm 127:1 (ESV)

Tennessee summer drive