I am a Christian wife and momma to four children, ages 21 to 5. I'm a writer who loves ministry, painting, and interior design. I reside in Orlando full-time, but escape to my farmhouse on a working farm in the sticks of Georgia whenever I can. Welcome to the Hallelujah House!

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    Make Your Grains Survive the Apocalypse.

    Things You Will Need: Mylar Bags Flat Iron Bulk Bag of Flour or Other Grain Sharpie Marker Freezer Space Oxygen Absorbers The Problem with Flour: Around eight months after I purchased my bulk bags of flour I noticed something had gone terribly wrong. There were moths flying around in my pantry, and other little buggies infesting the bags. I’d put them in plastic storage bins thinking that would be all I needed to do to store them properly, but I was forced to throw out our entire first batch of flour.             Have you ever noticed the warning printed on flour bags, “Do not eat raw. Only eat cooked?” Well, there’s…

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    Are You a Prepper or Preparer?

    Today’s blog is in an audio format. I’ve recently purchased audio equipment for our future podcasts, so I thought I’d try something new today. Give those people who don’t like to read a break. Please note: It may seem I have something against Preppers, but this is not true. I’ve learned many things from people on You Tube who go by that title, in this blog I’m simply using the title “Prepper” to. illustrate a worldview. (Wanted to set that record straight) Furthermore, if you haven’t read the beginnings of my journey in preparation you can read it here: https://tammycarteradams.com/2020/08/21/my-preparation-started-with-a-farmhouse/ Hope you enjoy our first audio blog…. Just click the…

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    Showing Mercy During Covid.

    My brain screamed COVID! when I saw him slumped in a puddle of urine with dried vomit on his beard. I ushered my kids in a wide circle around him and into the hair salon hoping he wouldn’t awaken and glance in our direction. Inside, our stylist Chantelle told us due to the virus, my niece, Peyton and daughter would have to remain in the car. Hmm… I thought, when your establishment cleans up its sidewalks, I’ll let my girls sit alone in the car, but of course I didn’t say that. I explained a homeless guy slept in front of my car and I wasn’t comfortable with my girls sitting out…

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    Let’s Talk Emergency Radios

    Why Emergency Radios are an Important Staple: In every disaster-ready home an emergency radio is essential. There are several reasons why emergency radios are important and handy in times of crises. My husband, Jay, and I are those weird people that get excited when a hurricane blows through. No, we don’t want it to damage property or hurt anyone, (we’re not sadistic), but we do tend to watch the hurricane coverage like it’s an Auburn versus Alabama football game while we munch out on tailgate food.  With that said, I can’t imagine staring at a wall after the electricity has gone out…not knowing what’s going on outside.  That’s why emergency radios…

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    My Preparation Started with a Farmhouse

    Preparing Your Heart and Home: In the Beginning… I can pinpoint the exact year God put, “Get prepared!” on both my heart and my husband, Jay’s. It was 2015, around six months after my baby Bella’s birth, a few months after I lost my sister Tricia to breast cancer, and when I was scouring through floor plans for the farmhouse we intended to build. I dreamt of this quaint little cottage tucked into the woods. For years I stared lustfully at the pages of Southern Living Magazine at all those single stories, with pitched roofs, and little flower boxes. Determined to squeeze four children into it, I wanted: easy to…

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    How to Overcome Darkness:

    I spent the day writing a blog post, that may never make it out of my document file. Instead, I thought with all the great delusions and darkness out there, we could all use some truth and light. So, here’s my post for today…             “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him was not anything made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John1:1-5…

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    Allowing Our Hurts to Inflict Hurt:

    Preparing the Heart and Harvest: We planted a garden during quarantine. Almost every day, we’d check the growth of our tiny seeds. In some of the beds, the weeds shot up before the seedling, preparing to choke it out once it emerged into the light. In some, we struggled identifying which was the seedling and which was the weed. In those planters we decided not to pull the weeds until we were sure which was which. Although, waiting had its consequences. Once the vegetation came up, the weed had already found the seeds root system and tangled itself around it. When we tugged the weed, out came our produce as…

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    The Truth About White Lives

    “The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom, and whatever you get, get insight. Prize her highly, and she will exalt you; she will honor you if you embrace her.” Proverbs 4:7-8 English Standard Version I wandered around my happy place Friday evening. I haven’t been to my happy place in several months due to Covid 19, so when I walked through the doors of Barnes and Nobel and that aroma of brewed coffee greeted me… I heard music. I wanted to open my arms and swirl around in the aisle like Maria did on the mountaintop in The Sound of Music, but I was wearing a mask and already…

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    Killing Racism

    “We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.” Ellie Wiesel I was raised to be a racist, not the type that wore a hood and burned crosses in front yards, but a quiet one. Racism slithered across the floors of our Christian home hissing “sshhh.” It taught me to be afraid of black people, when Momma gripped my hand on the sidewalk as we passed by people of color. It taught me black people committed most of the crime in our town, when I heard comments like “Do they know…