Rainer. Cool, Calm, Collected.

Here’s a little get to know session. 🙂

When I was a we little lass, my favorite form of precipitation was the rain. I remember always saying, ‘if rain was a person I’d marry them.’

It blows my mind that God does grant us the desires of our hearts. Like. True story ya’ll! Maybe 20years or so later, I married RAINer on May 8th, 2014.

And he really does bring out all the feels that rain gives me. He brings peace and comfort. And of course we want to cozy next to our wood burning together every night when the kids are in bed, him with black tea or whiskey in hand, and me with a warm apple cider vinegar.

He’s a man of many hats.

For work, Rainer is a full time Family Nurse Practitioner, and a reservist in the Airforce. He started studying for his NP License when we were growing our first kid, 3 years later and 3 kids later he graduated. Omg! It was a time of our lives that nearly broke me. But his persistence and forward momentum/dreaming always kept us going.

Let’s talk about his loves.

– Books, he has a good old fashioned library with hundreds of books and a catalogue of them all. Do you want to borrow one, no problem, he’ll check it out to you. Favorite genres are history and spy thrillers.

– Chickens, which are strictly his. We say Rosie is Willa’s but we all know the truth. His (lovey lady lumps) hens, are precious and loved on everyday by him. We’re planning on 6more in the spring. :):)

– He loves to see fruits of his labor, gardening, sowing, harvesting and prepping are things that we are both drawn to.

We decided early on that we’d love to bring kids up with space, and teach them good old fashioned hard work. One of our many reasons for this farm, and I’m so grateful he’s my partner through it all!! 🙂

Goodness Gracious – Space Matters.

38626337-0bc0-494c-b592-6d7610df9493We moved, as you’ve already read by the lovely posts of my husband. But this post is from me, Liz, and the realization of how much I needed space.

Oh

My

Goodness!

I seriously had no idea that space (and what comes with space) would play a large role in my mental and physical health.

Since moving here, I can breathe a little deeper, and smile a little wider. My kids laugh a little louder and run a little faster. Before kids I was able to escape every time I felt the calling. Open air, mountains, trees and fresh air would ground me and bring me back to Jesus, my resting place.

And It’s not just the size, but the fact that I have creatures depending on me. I have found myself using wire cutters daily mending fences for Goat Control, which leaves me feeling quite uhh, empowered, yup, that’s the word. I love to feel like I’ve done something, that’s perhaps why bathrooms are my favorite to clean, because you can literally see the sparkle of a toilet rim after tackling the job.

It’s hard. Don’t get me wrong. Life is sooo hard with littles. The amount of self sacrificing is huge and insane, and I am grateful for it. And. It is hard.

The romance of livestock, that we got for weeds and cuteness and no other reason at this moment, is sometimes met with the reality that a kid (human or goat) just knocked the water pale that I spent 15minutes filling, or someone stepped in poop and brought it upstairs into the lounge, where Margot was exploring the texture. But then the flitter flatter of Julie Andrews singing the Hills are Alive… plays through my mind as we all get to explore, and run and play and sing.

Yes.

Indeed, size does matter for me. A smaller house and bigger yard bring me to a place of peace, as I have more time to spend in places of purpose; talking with God and running around in his creation.

It matters to my soul, my mind and my body.

I’m grateful for this space, and wake up every morning counting my blessings.

We are still moving in — but we got goats!!

We are still moving in — but we got goats!!

So we officially moved to the farm 2 weeks ago today! We are still unpacking boxes. I’m amazed, and a little embarrassed, at how much stuff we have. Moving to a smaller house has been an adjustment for sure, especially with all three kids in the same room. Liz and I are loving the process of thinning out our things, and figuring out how we will adjust to a smaller home. We have found that being in a smaller home (without a TV) has brought our family of 5 even closer together.

And did I mention we got goats?! I laugh as I write this, because these goats have been in the works since we found out we were getting Wozani Farm. I joked with Liz that we needed to move in first–before the goats. We did manage to move in first, with the goats close behind. We got two mother goats with there 4 kids and they have settled in nicely with their own right next to the chickens. The big mamma is a Lamancha, and the white one is Angora. We will continue to keep you updated as we learn all the ins and outs of goat keeping.

We Bought a Farm!

We Bought a Farm!

So…we bought a farm.  This is something that Liz and I have dreamed of for years, and it almost stayed just that–a dream.  Though the process of buying this farm, there were several barriers that we thought would prevent this dream from happening.  But God opened many doors unexpectedly, and now we are packing up the house we have called home for the last 3 1/2 years.

Liz and I have always dreamed of owning land.  Land where we could grow our food and teach our kids one of the most fundamental lessons–where their food comes from.  Land where Liz could grow her flowers and tinker.  Land where we could welcome others to join and live in community.  We have always felt called by God to open our home and lives to anyone who needs it, be that a bed to sleep in or a table to eat at, and feel even stronger that God provided us with this farm to continue doing just that.  Which leads to how we named our farm.

In case you didn’t know, my wife Liz is South African born and raised.  When naming our farm, she really wanted to incorporate her heritage into the essence of the farm.  When I have visited South Africa in the past, everyone is so welcoming and I understand Liz’s desire to incorporate that into our farm.  Which is how we finally decided on the name Wozani Farm.  Wozani is Zulu meaning “come” or “to come,” which is the essence of what we want our farm to be–a gathering place.

We started this blog for many reasons.  To share our story, to open our farm, and to share what we learn as we dive into our next adventure.

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