Encouragement & Faith

  • Encouragement & Faith,  Homeschooling & Family,  Motherhood & Healing

    Two Years In: Love, Lessons, and Letting Go of Expectations

    Two years ago today, I stood at the edge of a brand-new chapter, holding onto hope, dreams, and a vision of what marriage would be like. I had no idea how much life, motherhood, healing, and hard days would shape those dreams into something deeper—something real.

    I didn’t walk into marriage expecting it to be easy, but I also didn’t expect the weight we’d carry so soon. Between raising babies, battling health issues, healing from trauma, and figuring out who we are as individuals, our marriage has had to grow up fast.

    There have been beautiful moments—quiet mornings with coffee, belly laughs over inside jokes, the sound of our kids giggling down the hall. And there have been hard ones—nights spent apart, words we wish we could take back, silence that said more than yelling ever could.

    What I’ve Learned After Two Years:

    1. Expectations can be heavy. Grace is lighter.

    I had to let go of the picture-perfect marriage I thought I needed. Real love isn’t found in filtered highlight reels—it’s built in the hard conversations, the forgiveness, and the choice to show up when it would be easier to walk away.

    2. Marriage is not the cure for loneliness.

    Healing deep wounds doesn’t come through a spouse. I’ve had to walk through the hard work of therapy, faith, and facing the parts of myself I’d rather ignore. Some days I show up for marriage counseling; other days I cancel. Sometimes we start sessions with hope and don’t follow through on the hard work that comes after. It’s messy, but it’s real.

    3. We say God is the foundation—but then we act like we know better.

    We’ve tried to invite God into our marriage, but the truth is, we’ve also pushed Him out when we wanted control. When we thought we could fix things on our own. When pride, stubbornness, and exhaustion got in the way. And still—He’s been there. Patient. Present. Waiting for us to turn back and build something real with Him at the center.

    4. It’s okay to not be okay.

    There’s this pressure to make anniversaries sound like fairy tales. But the truth is—we’re still figuring things out. We’ve been in survival mode more than I care to admit. But even in that, we’re learning how to honor the commitment without pretending everything is perfect.

    5. Love isn’t always loud.

    Sometimes love is quiet. It’s a text that says “I’m praying for you” even after a hard day. It’s staying in the room when walking out would be easier. It’s one more attempt at grace, even after you’ve already given what feels like too much.

    Two Years In

    So here we are—two years in. Not where I thought we’d be, but still here. Still trying. Still asking God to help us soften our hearts. Still trying to pick up the pieces when everything feels too heavy.

    If you’re in a season like this—where love feels like survival, faith feels distant, and healing feels hard—I see you. You’re not alone. Your story is still being written, and God hasn’t walked away from it.

    Maybe that’s the most honest way to mark this anniversary—not with perfection, but with presence. Not with flawless vows, but with faith that even messy, half-finished stories can still be redeemed.

    A successful marriage isn’t about perfection—it’s about persistence, grace, and choosing love even when it’s hard.

    Now I want to hear from you:

    How long have you been married? What’s one lesson you’ve learned that helps keep your marriage strong? Drop it below—I’d love to see real wisdom from real people. 

  • Encouragement & Faith

    When God Redirects Your Dreams

    I’ve always loved to sing.

    It’s one of those deep joys that’s hard to explain — the kind that feels like a soul exhale. People have told me over the years, “You should sing on the worship team,” and honestly, it’s something I’ve quietly dreamed about. I imagined standing up there, offering my voice to God, helping others enter into His presence.

    But last night, sitting in church, something shifted.

    I felt God’s presence — not just in the worship, but in the quiet moments afterward. A tug. A whisper. A redirection. Not away from worship, but into something deeper. Something more personal. Something I didn’t expect.

    It wasn’t the first time I’d felt drawn to this new calling. In fact, I remember expressing this exact desire years ago, when I was still living with my adoptive family. But instead of support, I was shut down immediately. Silenced. And that memory still stings.

    Now, even though I feel God stirring something in me, I find myself hesitating.

    Why? Because that old lie is still lurking in the shadows: You’re not good enough. Because rejection — especially when it comes from the people who were supposed to love you — has a way of sticking.

    But here’s what I’m learning:

    “The gifts and the calling of God are irrevocable.” — Romans 11:29

    That means God hasn’t changed His mind about me. That the dreams He planted in my heart — whether to sing, write, teach, or serve — are still valid, even if others never saw them. That even if my path looks different than I imagined, it doesn’t make it any less holy.

    Maybe my worship isn’t meant for the stage. God isn’t wasting my story. He’s repurposing it.

    So if you’ve ever felt a calling get rerouted… If you’ve ever questioned your worth because someone else couldn’t see your potential… If you’re carrying old wounds that whisper “Don’t even try” — know this: You are not disqualified.

    God still wants to use you. Maybe in ways you never expected. Maybe in ways that look quieter… but go deeper.

    And maybe — just maybe — your healing is your ministry.

    Want to follow along as I figure this out in real time?

    You’re welcome here.

    This space is for healing hearts, hidden gifts, and holy redirections.

  • Encouragement & Faith,  Homemaking & Natural Living,  Homeschooling & Family,  Motherhood & Healing

    Welcome to The Essential Schoolhouse

    Rooted in healing, nourished by faith, sustained by grace.

    Hi friend — I’m so grateful you found your way here.

    The Essential Schoolhouse isn’t just a blog — it’s a reflection of the life I’m rebuilding one piece at a time. It’s a space where healing is sacred, faith is real, and grace meets us right in the middle of the mess.

    I’m a mama of four doing my best to homeschool, homestead (with just chickens!), and live a natural lifestyle in a world that often values convenience over connection. But behind all that, I’m also a woman healing from deep wounds — childhood trauma, foster care, post-adoption abuse, and the invisible weight of chronic illness.

    I’ve lived through brokenness — and I’m still walking through it. But I’ve also found beauty here. In from-scratch cooking with little hands by my side. In choosing gentle rhythms over perfection. In holding onto faith even when things fall apart.

    That’s what this blog is about.

    Here, I’ll share:

    • Honest reflections on motherhood, healing, and marriage
    • Tips for homeschooling and homemaking from a place of grace
    • Natural living with essential oils and homemade everything
    • From-scratch cooking (because nourishment matters — body and soul)
    • Encouragement for mamas who feel like they’re doing it all alone

    If you’re someone trying to create a different kind of life — one rooted in purpose, peace, and healing — you’re not alone. This blog is for the mamas who are choosing to rebuild, redefine, and reclaim their stories.

    So here’s to starting where we are —

    Rooted in healing, nourished by faith, sustained by grace.

    Welcome to The Essential Schoolhouse.

    With love,

    LeLe