• Heart

    The Spiritual Pandemic

    This morning, I’d like to write off the top of my head and this will be a short ramble. I don’t do this often because well…it’s a wonderland in my ADD mind and I’d probably scare you away. I don’t know about you, but I’m so weary of Corona talk, hand sanitizers, masks, and social distancing. The media chews on this Covid situation like the bulls outside my window chew on their grass. I prayed about that very thing this morning. I told God I’m so sick of it all. It’s Thanksgiving and some states are dictating how to have your Thanksgiving dinner. I’m witnessing an obsession unfolding to the…

  • Heart

    To Let Go is to Let God

    In Celebration of the Anniversary of the Hymn, It is Well by Horatio Spafford  I wonder how he felt peering into the cold waters of the Atlantic, knowing weeks earlier it had swallowed all of his children.  Due to the rise of an unexpected business problem Horatio Spafford stayed behind, alone, in lieu of disappointing his wife, Anna, and their four daughters, who expected a vacation in Europe. He’d already lost so much of his wealth in the Great Fire of Chicago, he couldn’t allow anything else to slip.              I imagine he waved bon voyage to his family, as the anchors reeled in from the harbor. Anna lifted their two-year…

  • Heart

    Gratefulness in the Grief of 2020.

    Their chair is vacant. Or maybe crazy Uncle Charlie has staked his claim on it—the place your loved one normally occupied at the table during holiday dinners. You thought you overcame the sorrow of the loss, because you’ve stopped looking for them in crowds or for their number on your ringing phone. But it’s the holidays. On top of that it’s 2020. The holiday season has a way of bringing that old familiar pain around again; especially if it’s the first without them. What happens if you find your holiday season robbed of joy by grief? How do you find gratefulness in the grief of 2020. The Lesson I Learned:  I’ve…

  • Harvest,  Heart

    Prescription for Election Anxiety

    Yesterday, I read online neighbors arguing over the election. One neighbor stated you can’t call yourself a Christian if you vote for Trump, another spoke against the Democratic socialist agenda and stated if you are a Christian you must vote Republican. They went back and forth slapping each other with harsh words slathered in pride.  I wish I could say this is extreme and uncommon, but we all know it has become all too normal.  So sad.  When we die and face our Heavenly Father, aren’t you thankful He’s not going to open the Book of Life, scroll down and find who we voted for in the 2020 election?  Remember Who’s…

  • Heart

    Lies Christians Believe

    “Remove far from me falsehood and lying; give me neither poverty or riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me.” Proverbs 30:8 English Standard Version. Before I Learned How to Abide: There’ve been years of my life I believed God only loved me as a tiny piece of His big church. I believed I wasn’t special because I didn’t matter in the big scheme of this universe for any eternal purpose. I believed I wasn’t Christian enough, woman enough, mother enough, wife enough, accomplished enough, or enough of anything to really matter. When I opened the Bible it just seemed like a bunch of ancient stories (which…

  • Heart

    Breast Cancer Awareness: The Scars Left Behind

    Many mornings, I awaken with music in my head. A worship song will break through my foggy brain before my feet hit the floor, to carry me to the coffee. Several mornings this week, the song, “Scars,” by I Am They, woke me. I hope before reading further you will hear that song and read the complete lyrics by clicking here: Scars             I admit when the song first came out I sang loud in the car, “I’m thankful for the stars.” Gulp! Instead of scars. I imagine God shook his head because I’d sounded like an astrologer. Can I get an “Amen” that I’m not the only one who does this from…

  • Heart

    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…

  • Harvest,  Heart

    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…

  • Heart,  Home

    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…

  • Heart

    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…