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Choosing faith, grace, and each other in the middle of everyday life. There is something beautiful about standing beside someone and promising to love them for the rest of your life. On your wedding day, you look into each other's eyes, full of excitement, hope, and dreams about the future you're going to build together. W hat we don't always understand standing at that altar is just how much life will test those promises. Marriage is beautiful, but it is also hard work. Ther

Finding beauty in the slow, messy, and unexpected life of raising three girls on a farm. There are moments when I look out the window and see my three girls running around the farm, their shoes covered in dirt, their hair a mess, and their laughter carrying across the yard. Sometimes they're chasing ducks, sometimes they're following their dad around, and other times they're finding something to argue about because, well, they're sisters. I find myself thinking, this is a chi

The side of harvest that doesn't always make it into the pictures. There is something beautiful about harvest on the farm. The golden fields, the combines moving through the rows, the dust hanging in the evening air, and the anticipation of seeing the fruits of months of hard work finally come together. It's a season we prepare for, pray over, and look forward to. There is so much gratitude that comes with harvest, especially knowing how much time, money, faith, and effort ha

Forgiveness isn't always easy, and mercy doesn't always feel deserved. But sometimes the hardest act of obedience is choosing to release what we never received an apology for. There are certain hurts that don't disappear simply because time has passed. Words that were spoken, trust that was broken, relationships that changed, and situations that left us wondering how someone we cared about could cause so much pain. Sometimes the hurt comes from someone we never expected. A fr

Learning to embrace growth, release the past, and trust the woman God is shaping us to become. There are moments when I look back at the woman I used to be, and I hardly recognize her. Not because I dislike her or wish I could erase those chapters of my life, but because so much has changed. My priorities, my perspective, my relationship with God, the way I handle difficult situations, and even the dreams I have for my future. I think about the younger version of myself who t

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.” — Proverbs 18:21 I’ve been thinking a lot about words lately. Not necessarily the big speeches or the perfectly thought-out things we say. I’m talking about the everyday words that come out of our mouths when we’re tired, overwhelmed, frustrated, running late, trying to make supper, answering questions, keeping up with work, taking care of the house, and managing everything else life t

There is something about this time of year that feels different on the farm. The fields start changing. The conversations around the house start including moisture levels, equipment, weather, and which field might be ready first. You can feel harvest getting closer before the combine ever enters the field. After being part of farm life for the last ten years, I’ve learned that harvest doesn’t begin when the first crop comes out of the field. Harvest begins with preparation. A

The other night, I was trying to make supper while picking up toys, folding laundry, and answering what felt like 100 questions at the same time. “Mom…” “Mom…” “Mom…” After about twenty minutes of constant noise, questions, messes, and trying to do too many things at once, I snapped at my oldest over something that honestly didn't deserve that kind of reaction. Almost immediately, I knew it, it wasn't really about what she had done. I was overwhelmed. I was overstimulated. I

This week, I found myself sitting there looking through pictures of my youngest and comparing them to pictures of my oldest at the same age. Honestly, my heart had a little sting of pain because the years just seem to fly by. You hear people say it all the time when your babies are little: “Don't blink,” or, “The days are long, but the years are short.” Sometimes, especially in the middle of those really long days, those words don't feel very helpful. Because this week, we ha

You don't need everyone to understand your vision. God placed it on your heart. He gave you the desire, the dream, the idea, the calling, and if He is the one who placed it there, then the only thing you should be focused on is obedience to Him. Not everyone is going to understand your vision. Honestly, not everyone is even going to care to understand it. They may not understand your plans, your decisions, your “why,” or why you feel so strongly about something they can't see

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from constantly feeling like you should be more. A better mom. A better wife. A better friend. A better employee. A better homemaker. A healthier version of yourself. A more patient version. A more successful version. Somewhere in the middle of trying to become all of those things, you start asking yourself a dangerous question: Am I enough? Maybe you don't say it out loud. It might show up in the comparison you feel when yo

How to pursue a healthier life without turning wellness into another impossible standard. There are days when I scroll through social media and feel like everyone else has somehow figured it out. They're making everything from scratch. Their pantries are stocked with wholesome foods. Their children are eating colorful, nutritious meals. They're drinking the perfect amount of water, moving their bodies every day, getting enough sleep, using all the right products, growing thei

Maybe you don’t need another productivity hack. Maybe you need permission to sit down. “I’ll rest when I finish this.” How many times have I said those words to myself? How many times have you said those words to yourself? I’ll sit down when the laundry is folded. I’ll relax when the kitchen is clean. I’ll rest after I finish this work project. I’ll take a break once I get through everything on my list. Except… the list never really ends, does it? There is always another load

Today my oldest starts a new school year. She went to bed last night with her outfit already laid out, her alarm set, and that unmistakable mix of excitement and nerves that comes with a new beginning. She is ready. Or at least, as ready as a kid can be. And while I'm so excited for her, I'll be honest... My mama heart is a little anxious. I think most moms understand this feeling. We want our kids to have the best day. We want them to walk into their classroom feeling confid

If you had asked me twenty years ago what my future would look like, living on a farm in rural Nebraska would not have been my answer. I grew up in a small town just outside of Omaha. It wasn't a big city, but it wasn't country life either. We had enough space to ride bikes and play outside until the streetlights came on, but we weren't raising livestock or planting gardens. While I had family who farmed and raised cattle, it wasn't the life I knew every day. After high schoo

There was a time when I would stay in bed until the very last minute. I'd hit snooze one too many times, rush to get ready, throw together breakfast, and somehow try to fit two hours' worth of tasks into just thirty minutes. By the time I sat down at my desk for work, I already felt behind. That rushed, chaotic start often set the tone for the rest of my day. I found myself reacting instead of responding, checking boxes instead of being present, and collapsing into bed each n

There is something beautiful about slow mornings, dirty boots, fresh eggs, children laughing outside, and knowing God is present in the ordinary. Welcome to Rural Rooted Mama. I'm TylerAnn—a wife, mama to three girls, farm wife, working full-time off the farm, wellness advocate, and a woman learning every day what it means to build a life rooted in faith instead of perfection. For years I felt pulled in every direction. Working full time. Helping on the farm. Raising little g