Author Archives: Charmadawn

About Charmadawn

Jesus lover πŸ’œ Wife of Steve for 34 years πŸ’œ Mom to 2 grown kiddos πŸ’œ BB to grandsons Jack and Luke πŸ’œ4 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 116 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7

DNA or Not

Some of the people in this photo do not share my DNA Most do. My Momma of course gave me my DNA. In this photo, she was in terrible pain and she will probably be mad at me for posting … Continue reading

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Reno is not pretty

So far the basement reno has been dirty Did I say dirty ? I meant really, stinking, filthy, nasty dirty. In 2017 when the hurricane came through, the basement flooded. The water was at least 18″ deep. Since then, we … Continue reading

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Words of Truth

Yesterday was like any other Sunday. I got up, after an extra glorious hour of sleep, thank you time change. I got ready. I was excited to be on the worship team at church. I was leading one of my … Continue reading

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Praying With My Feet

4 weeks ago Mom hurt her back. 2 weeks later she picked up 30 pound Jack and REALLY hurt her back. Chiropractors Primary Care Physician Emergency Room CT scans Pain and more pain It’s hard to watch the suffering. I … Continue reading

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What do you do when you can’t sleep?

I’m asking. Sleepless nights are ridiculous. I can’t just lay in the bed waiting for it to happen when I can feel in my gut that sleep is far away. Stare at the ceiling? Well it’s dark so no. Count … Continue reading

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Obviously I’m a Farmer

Months ago I saw a succulent wall post by #ourfauxfarmhouse and I knew I wanted one. Here is their version I knew the exact place I would put it because I had miraculously been able to grow succulents on the … Continue reading

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It was all about the Shoes

Today I cried. I cried a lot It seemed like every time I heard a song, I cried Every time I spoke I got a knot in my throat. I’m not sad. I’m not sad at all I cried each … Continue reading

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