Homesteader Kay

Hi Friends!
I’m Kay- aka- Homesteader Kay,
and this is the page where I get to introduce myself a little bit to you.
First, let me explain the “Homesteader” self given “title”. LOL
I’m a work in progress. I’m not finished. I’m actually kinda messy and I’m using all my resources to become more and more, better and better, Whole. And more like HIM, each day. It’s a process. And a calling out I choose to embrace with joy!
It’s a journey and a beautiful adventure that I’ve actually also embraced in LIFE.
We try to homestead in our life too. We live in unfinished spaces, build our home as we can with resources we have; we cultivate our land and try to be sustainable as possible, striving to build this home and land into a place that becomes better and better with time. It’s a lovely trip too…finding beauty in all these unfinished things.
I’m also a wife, a mom, a friend, a utility company employee, a speaker, a prison ministry leader, a Huntington’s Disease advocate, a Hope*Writer , a devotion writer for The Joyful Life Magazine, and “The 40 Day Sugar Fast” by Wendy Speake, a future Fitness Teacher Gospel Preacher with Platoon 26 (more on that in the page #sacredfitness), a creative: painting and macramé and recipe building and in all my nooks and crannies where all the Light seeps… a #jesusgirl and #hopedealer.
I LOVE to read and write, garden and cook, can food, raise chickens and pets are family! And hey… lets just be real. Being a homesteader is mostly associated with a self sufficiency lifestyle. In it you create products to use in your own life or to sell; you grow your own food, live off the land, build your own home and often can actually live all or partially, “off grid”. Welllll…we do some of those things.
Our gardens are huge and I love to can and “put up” all my harvests. We have tons of animals and about 130 acres to roam and glean from, annnnd we are able to live in our house as we build it; which has been an exciting process since 2005.
So while my house is sooo unfinished, that’s ok…
it’s a part of my story, and that’s pretty unfinished too. It’s a beautiful unfolding that God allows me to share.
I have a homesteading, national scrabble playing, machine shop owning, football crazed husband, and 2 beautiful grown kids – enter Anna and Tyler- living life with the loves of their life ; whom all have amazing careers, furbabies and homesteading ways of their own.
Our house is mostly ruled by a crazy Husky named Louis and outside you are sure to find a slew of farm cats, horses, chickens, and cows and goats to come!
We live in this paradise with my husband’s whole family, who have been here for 35 years or so. We affectionately call my In-Laws home the “Big House”! LOL The rest of us are scattered around the acreage and friends humorously refer to it all as “the Compound” . We just like to call it “The Land”. Family dogs roam everywhere and the bottom line is, we are blessed to be the ones chosen to care for this place.
You’ll find me as often as possible, spending time on my porches…
one with an Eastern view of the Mississippi River and flood plain,
and the other with breath taking views of a landscape that boasts the most beautiful sunsets.
It’s where I go to process, to ponder. To remember, to forget. To woolgather and sit in the peace and quiet with God. It’s where I take a steaming cup o’ Joe and wish away at the stars or welcome in the Creator’s hues of a new day.
It’s my place. It’s all my place. This Land, this family, this life…
…but friends, once upon a time..
I lived a very very different life from the one I do now..
As a child I lived very very afraid.
All the time.
I felt insignificant, unimportant and unloved,
and I thought that would always be my identity…
My “first family” was full of emotional, physical and sexual abuse, neglect, addictions and gangs.
My “second family” was full of confusing mindsets, religion and expectation and feelings of “not enough”.
And alll that spilled over into creating a bubble of fear and a bad self image that I felt I could never escape.
All those bad things stored up in this good good body and even created dis-ease… I won’t call it disease… because I believe it’s not here to stay.
But it stored up and needed healing.
I found that in Jesus.

NOW… I have HOPE and FAITH that is greater than Fear…and THAT became what unlocked me. Chains have fallen off and my spirit is renewed with who I am created to be! My circumstances did not define me, but they did serve to form me, and I want to take those things I’ve been through,
feelings I’ve felt,
experiences that molded me
and turn them into tools to use to help others who are also bound by those same kinds of chains of fear and feelings of not enough.
Those who are mired in the belief that they have no significance, importance, worth or reasons to be loved
Those who also feel the very real weight of not just the pounds, but of the hard things that weigh them down.

Oh, friends… those are such untruths. SAVAGE Lies that need to hear a SACRED Truth.
Stick around and let’s talk some LIFE!
Let’s park in some positive places and learn to embrace who we are…
A woman still standing. Flawsome and often wounded Warriors…
yet beautiful, purposeful, strong, and wanted
and … hear this… “needed”.
The world needs us, Brave one.
It needs us to show that gracefully broken is beautiful; that flawed is not unworthy; and that “hurt” is not quicksand.
And hey, I’m gonna talk about God here. Expect it. Don’t like it? That’s ok too. Seriously… that’s all ok. You do you… but let me do me, and I can’t water down the truth of what He has become to me. So, consider you’re self foretold. 🙂

I don’t have all the answers.
I certainly don’t have it all together, but gosh… I’ve grown in confidence, HOPE, and empowerment and I have found the good in embracing GRACE and then giving it back to all.
I’ve learned the very real truth that LOVE > Fear.
#Lovedoes, whether it’s given to God, ourselves or others… #Lovewins

We all have stories, Sis. And the bottom line is, yours matters.
Mine matters.
Hers matters.

So always, Love- be kind. Just because you walked into a particular chapter of someone’s life, does not mean you get to define them by that place.
Let’s move out of Love.
Love does… (As a reader, its a great book by Bob Goff by the way)
As I wrap up this long introduction, I want you to know I live in a place of relationship, not religion… with Jesus… it’s based in Love not Law.
That’s the nutshell..
The parts of my story, my intro, are not insignificant. None of them.
And Friend…neither is any of yours.
Let’s let this place be a space for that kind of freedom! K?
A spot to come and breathe with each other in openness and transparency and grace… and then… pick a tool we need in our own arsenal and go out to the world and LOVE on them with it.
I’m glad you’re here. Get yourself a cup 0′ Joe, or whatever your favorite beverage is and pull up a porch seat. You’re welcome here.