Six months ago, I stood in the ashes of what once was my life's work. Grief had become a familiar companion--grief not just from the loss of a business, but from layer upon layer of heartache: a head-on collision that left me fearful to drive, a near-fatal horse accident that threatened the very thing I loved most, a back surgery that went terribly wrong, a diagnosis that shook my health, and worst of all, watching thieves take what I had spent a lifetime building.
I was undone.
But grief doesn't get the final word.
On January 25, 2025, a new chapter began. I call it the "Resurrection." That was the day I stepped out in faith and purchased two Black Angus cows. My hands shook, not from fear--but from holy reverence. It was the beginning of reclaiming not just a livelihood, but a legacy. A spark lit deep inside of me: this is the land God called me to steward, and I'm not finished yet.
Since that moment, the Lord has blown fresh wind into every dry place of my life. I joined the Oregon Cattlewomen's Association, the Cattlemen's Association, and the Oregon Farm Bureau--not just for membership, but for identity. I'm not a woman just trying to survive anymore. I am a cattlewoman, a mother, a wife, a warrior--and I belong here.
With that came a crash course in trademark law and the rebranding of my business. What was once stolen has been reimagined and rebirthed. There were days it felt too big. But I leaned into every mountain climb, and by God's grace, I planted my flag on every summit--small victories that led to big transformation.
I've thrown myself headlong into what I now call the accomplishments of 2025:
- Purchasing cattle for AI (Artificial Insemination) to create future generations.
- Getting back in the saddle--literally--after six months of pushing through pain and fear.
- Competing in two archery tournaments that reignited my warrior spirit.
- Trademarking my rebranded business, making it mine, protected and purposeful.
- Taking back my health--mind, body, and spirit.
- Reclaiming my beauty and making space for the things that fill my soul.
But beyond the checklists and wins, this year has taught me how to be still. How to sit at the feet of Jesus when the storms rage. I've learned to hear His calming voice in the chaos. He met me in hospital rooms, in quiet mornings holding coffee on the porch, in the eyes of my son and the hand of my husband. He's been in the muck and the mountains.
Being a mom, a wife, a bonus mom, and a business owner has never demanded more from me. But I've never felt more seen. This redemption season has taught me to be intentional, to make room for the sacred moments--wild, quiet, chaotic, or calm.
Grief may have walked me to the edge, but grace carried me back. And here I am--scarred,
stronger, and singing louder than ever.
I'm not just back.
I'm back in the saddle again.
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