The Healing Homestead…

This here homestead has been a long time a’ comin’, its been a complete miracle from the get go! We found our home after searching for quite sometime for a place. We were literally heading back to my parents house after searching all Thanksgiving week for a possible home with no such luck when we came upon what is now our home! We lived in West Virginia at the time when we had flown into visit family annnddd to try and find a home. I am tellin’ ya we looked at probably 100’s of properties, found jack crap. By chance we took the back road to my parents house when mom shouted “hey that place looks empty”, and it WAS!

Our home before some fixin up.

To make a crazy long story short, the house wasn’t yet for sale, but that was okay because like I said, we were still living in WV. We miraculously got in contact with the listing agent, she kept us updated on everything. We ended up getting our place by the skin of our teeth! It wasn’t quite the style I had envisioned for myself but it has ended up being just what I needed. I dreamt of having an old old old farm house on lots of acreage, an old barn that was still in good condition, and oodles of character to go around! Well, our house wasn’t quite the “farmhouse” i was looking for and it wasn’t very old, no huge barns to speak of, but character? Wasn’t lacking in that department. If anything it had MORE then enough, mayyybe just not the kind I was thinking of.

While were in WV I had a terrible bout with depression. It took me awhile to come to terms with actually calling it “depression” but that’s what it was. It was a mixture of all sorts of things. I was a newlywed, and if you have ever been a newlywed you know the challenges it can bring to anyone. On top of that I was 3000 miles away from my family as well as my closest friends. I had lived in WV for quite sometime before but it was different this time around. Trey was working nights, that was hard on both of us and I swear the sun only came out once that summer. It was sooo dreary. During that 3 year time we decided we wanted to grow our family and wanted to move closer to my family for support. I was so excited! I just knew it was going to turn my dreary days into sunshine! It didn’t. Well we live in Central Oregon and it literally did turn into sunshine but my depression didn’t leave.

A few years after moving to Oregon we started our adoption process. A year later we brought our boys home. All 5 of us were on the struggle bus for the better part of that first year in one way or another. Being a family was just plain hard. The boys, well that’s a given. After 13 foster homes they finally had their Forever Home and well just because they get a good home doesn’t mean all of their troubles go away. Not at all, unfortunately. I was still dealing with lingering parts of depression and well Trey seemed to be doing okay, for now. It was 6 months into bringing the boys home when I started feeling soooooo freaking good! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t want to hide away from people anymore, had more energy, and just felt good. Around that same time the boys really settled in too.

the boys this past winter. they LOVE snow.

The first Thanksgiving with boys Treys grandmother past away, she raised him after his own mother past away when he was 8. It hit him hard. I had never seen my husband in such a low place before. He was at his lowest while I was at my highest. Looking back now the Lord totally had that under control. His grief hit after our boys felt secure and after I was able to snap out of depression. He supported me for those years and now it was time I learned how to support him.

By the following spring we brought home our first round of chicks. More and more animals started coming on to the homestead and more and more healing seem to take place. My whole soul stared to heal. We went through a lot with the boys, like A LOT, and we just needed to recover. I can’t describe the feeling I get when new animals come home, its like I am doing exactly what I am meant to do. I was totally meant to be the care taker of all these critters and to bring along side my little family for the ride.

our milk goat Dorsey with her little doeling, Primrose.

Though Trey may deny this, I believe he has seen lots of healing through this homestead as well.  He woke up on chick hatching day and the first thing he did was grab a flash light to check if any of them had hatched in the incubator. Its the little things with him. Like the anticipation for the birth of the new baby goat kid to the sprouting of the very first spring seedling, you know it is affecting him too. He reluctantly wants to be apart of it all. At very least he sees the joy it brings me and the children and he just cant help but get some healing too. Treys let go of a lot on these 5 acres, but I will leave his story for him to tell ya all one day.

The garden in late March.

It brings a person so much healing witnessing first hand what the Lord our God has created, there’s somthin’ so powerful about that. I have been and I have seen my husband and children be transformed on this little piece of land, it was a miracle from the start. We have all had hard times that at some point have felt unbearable, but we have made it through while all living on this Homestead. There’s nothing Jesus can’t heal with the power of prayer, love of family, and a Homestead!

Thank you, Jesus.

**Our homestead finally has a name!!! Only took 4 years, but hey, good things take time!

Introducing, finally…

Dragonfly Station 

Est. 2015

How it got its name: We live in the Oregon Outback. In the Australian outback farms/homesteads are called stations. Dragonfly came from the fact we have dragonflies that I love that seem to come around in late summer. Plus its s reference to a beloved TV show that I will never tire of. So there ya have it!

By Our Love…

This past week someone made a comment, “why would you open your home to children with so many problems, they come with such trash when your life is already so good?” And “You are ruining your life and it’s your own fault.” These comments were not directed at me, but at someone I know who is fostering and going through an extremely difficult time. I wrote a blog post last week and had all intentions of posting it then, but then this happened, and I needed to really think. Why do we open our homes to these children? Why do we put ourselves through all these hardships when we don’t have to? The answer is simple, LOVE. We do it for love. Jesus has called us to love one another (John 13:34-35), to treat each other how we would want to be treated (Matthew 7:12), to care for the least of these (Matthew 25), this is why we do it. My life was good before we brought the children into our home but having these children with all of their “problems and trash” has made our life rich. I was poor before. Lacking in true love, for my family, husband, friends, co-workers, you name it and I was not as loving before. These children have shown me what it is to truly love. Every part of my whole life was rocked when they came into our lives and it was totally WORTH it!!!! Before we had them, I didn’t know how rich a true relationship with Jesus could be. Through all of their “problems” it brought me to my knees and taught me how to abide in Him. Through all their “trash” God taught me how to love unconditionally. Without “ruining” my life I would be broke as a joke when it comes to love. And this is why we did what we did, and this is why I want everyone to have a taste of what love truly is. Children especially deserve that!

I don’t share too much about our children’s living conditions before we adopted them or before they entered foster care, but I want you to hear one of the realities. You can see pictures of my family and the love they have now, it makes it easy to dismiss the hard reality of some of the children’s lives here in the US. When they were found and taken into care, they were found with zero food in a filthy hotel room. No signs of food whatsoever. My children were ages 3,1, and 1. They were starving. When they first came to their new foster family’s home, anytime she would come out of the kitchen with no food they would start screaming uncontrollably. She once took them to the grocery store, the twins were in the shopping cart screaming, seeing all the food in the store was overwhelming for them. They eventually stopped crying when their foster mom had put a pound of raw ground beef in the cart, they stopped crying because they were ripping into the package of the raw meat about to devour it whole. This is the ugly reality of some of the children living here in the US. Our children are starving, my children were starving. This is not how I would want to be treated. What was I doing when this was going on? Not fostering, I think about this often, what if I was certified to foster when they came into care? What if I was able to be there for them when they came in as starving orphans? The reality is when they entered foster care, we were on the road from West Virginia moving to Oregon. The exact same week they were saved by DHS, we arrived at our new home 4 hours away from them. Think about it, what if your child is sitting in a filthy hotel room starving, they are about to be entered into the system. Wouldn’t you want to be the family that receives that first call?

These are children in the United States of America, the USA. The riches country in the whole dang world. Yet most of our foster children are traveling from house to house with only a trash bag holding their belongings. I don’t know about you, but the only time my clothes are in a trash bag is when they are actually in the trash or on the way to thrift store. I believe its time to RISE up and do something about these children, laws are laws are laws, but there are hundreds of thousands of children available and free for adoption. There are children in foster care living in crap conditions or in group homes. I am not just talking about teens in group homes. I am talking about young children 4 years old’s, 12-year old’s and everything in between. There are babies in the hospital with no one by their side. These children need us. They might only need you for a night, or a week, maybe a month, sometimes a lifetime. Its time to RISE up and be proALLlife. Get these kids in loving, clean homes. If you can’t do foster care or adoption, that’s okay. Be proALLlife by helping families who can. No money to help? That’s okay too, be a servant with a servant’s heart. Clean a foster or adoptive families house, make them a meal, lend your ear for them to cry and to vent to, PRAY FOR THEM, become certified to respite (babysit), any of these will help! These are kids, like my babies, your babies, and it’s time to RISE up and make the difference, a country with no orphans, now that would be a site!

“By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another. “

Until the cow came home…

When I was a little girl, I was wanted a dairy cow. I thought one day I would marry a farmer that would jump at the idea of getting me my cow. As you know I didn’t marry a farmer. Far from it. I married a man from the outskirts of Washington D.C., he knew nothing about farm life and certainly had ZERO plans of acquiring that dairy cow. Not sure how my dreams of marring a farmer turned into marrying a big city boy, but heck! Guess I hadn’t met Trey yet.

3 and a half years ago we bought a house on a small piece of land, 5 acres to be exact. It came with a few out buildings, chicken coop, a mini barn that we refer to as the pony barn because it couldn’t fit a full-size horse, and a few other random sheds. I mean this place was dying to be a farm! Its has taken me a few years to make this land a farm but this year has been the ticket! Being home with the boys the last year and half has given me the time to do so. Little by little animals have trickled onto the farm. We already had Admiral, our Golden retriever and Cinnamon our barn cat, then after the kids came, we got Obi, L’s mini Australian Sheppard, Skywalker my new cat, I mean L’s new cat… 10 chickens now 12, 2 goats now 3, and one more large animal! Can you guess??? If you guessed a dairy cow you would be right!!

Well she is only a 6-month-old heifer, so not in milk yet. She will not be technically a cow until she delivers her first calf. Her name is Mia! She is a sweetie. There was quite the learning curve after we brought her home. I thought I would be fine with my knowledge of horses but no, just no. I had no clue what the heck I was doing. I think I gave her bloat, which is one of the deadliest things a calf can get, but then I think I was starving her by not feeding her the correct amount of protein. It was a mess. I was walking her to relive her bloat, waking up at all hours to run out to the barn to check to see if she was still alive and kicking, she was. We made it through, those first few weeks were like having a 250 lb. baby. The good news is I didn’t kill her. I am far from the person you should look to for advice about having a dairy cow, but I am learning and fast. With some help from The Family Cow Forum, I got her on track! She is doing well as you can tell by her Christmas pictures. Next September we will breed her, and Lord willing she will calf in late spring/early summer. She will one day become Mamma Mia!

The things I have learned the last few months are, no matter how much research you do on having a cow it will never prepare you for actually having a cow, or heifer for that matter. And just because you marry a city boy does not mean that one day, he wont buy you a farm and then buy you a dairy cow to go with it. There’s always hope. Now let’s see about some pigs!

Thank you, Jesus!

***You can also check out my latest blog post I wrote for Michelle Madrid-Branch

The Miracle of Motherhood: Adopting from Foster Care & Trusting in the Lord, by Kylie Gray