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“Give it a try…,” whisper’s the heart.

August 1, 2014 · In: devotional, personal journey

I am dog tired this morning. I am exhausted, my body aches, I have a headache (on top of other womanly issues today), and the cloudy sky is not a friend to my already downtrodden body.
I woke up early, made husband his coffee and lunch — drank a quart of coffee myself, it seemed.
My eyes are still scratchy from dusting 38 chickens with Sevin dust yesterday…yes, Sevin dust. Don’t judge me unless you’ve got good reason…because when there are hundreds of lice crawling on a few chickens, you must kill them or douse yourself in gasoline…one or the other. That’s a whole other story, don’t get me started. I’m getting over it slowly, but I learned my lesson the hard way when bringing new chickens into our flock, even if from a trusted source.
My week has been anything but routine. And it shows in my dirty floor, kitchen sink, and the water that’s standing on the bathroom floor from my 4 year old “brushing his teeth”.
My 4 year old will be 5 at the end of this month.
And time continues….
I felt defeated before I ever woke up this morning, and then I opened my Bible…
I’ve been on a journey of learning about David and Solomon. I really don’t know why. But ever since I finished my Job study, I’ve been reading about David and Solomon. What started as a Bible study about Solomon, quickly turned into something so much more. But it has taken me this long to get back on track with it….months.
As I sit here and crack my neck, trying to get the stiffness out…
I haven’t talked to God much this week. But I see Him everywhere.
In the tomatoes that are blossoming on my vines. In the pup hiding Jr’s toys in a freshly dug hole. In the patience I have when I wash the dog off with the hose, calmly telling myself, “this too will pass, enjoy it”. 
I see Him in Jr’s innocence….in his smile when he holds his BB gun, and says, “mama, take a photo of me”.
 
But when I opened my Bible this morning, there He was. Right there in front of me….with arms as wide open as they were when I last left Him...too long ago.
I started reading the Psalms this morning, after going through chapters in previous books about kings and wars and nothing that really had my attention. There He was…
I know that my God watches over us, even when we aren’t faithful to Him. He is so incredibly faithful to us. He has never ever left us or forsaken us.
And somehow, a little bit of strength comes, but not my own….
When I closed my Bible this morning, I got on facebook. Naturally…duh.
But God was there too.

So many of you know some of the struggles I’ve been dealing with over the past year. Some of you have been going through them with me as well.

And I kept seeing this quote, all.over.facebook. this morning. It was everywhere. Every page I clicked on, every time I refreshed my newsfeed….other’s had posted and reposted it.

So many times, even this morning, I told myself these things…
It’s impossible…
It’s too risky…I’m happy with my life right now.
It’s pointless, even if I did want it badly enough, it would never happen.
In fact, I was saying those same exact things this morning when I saw this quote….
And I read another Psalm…

“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers,the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them?”

I saw a woman post a pregnancy test this morning, but it wasn’t the “oh look we’ve been trying for a month and I’m already pregnant,” post…

She explained her joy as a miracle, how she had been infertile for over 10 years, and now, completely taken off guard, she was expecting, simply due to the fact that she has changed her lifestyle into a healthy all natural one.

And I cried.

And I laughed.

And I rejoiced with her, because my week had been far from easy, and I needed something to rejoice in.

I rejoiced with her because the angels were rejoicing with her.

And there was God, and my heart whispered….“give it a try…”

Not just in fertility.

Not just in a healthier lifestyle, which we have already started.

Not just in tending to farm animals, raising our own food, trying to go all organic and chemical free, or in homesteading.

Not in trying to keep the floors mopped, dishes done, laundry put away….

Not just in taking time out to just “be” with my Savior.

But in everything…

What is man, that you are mindful of him? That you care for him? You created the heavens and the earth…the stars rest in your hands. What am I, who am I, that You should even care about my hurts, my pains, my frustrations, and the stiffness in my neck?

I am constantly amazed by the God I serve…the one who came to serve, rather than be served.

I am constantly amazed by Him, because He cares for me, even though He doesn’t have to…

…He cares for me, because I am His daughter…

…He cares for me, even when I could care less about Him…

And so, in the stillness of the morning, my heart whispers, “…give it a try.”

And there He is….

 

By: Amy K. Fewell · In: devotional, personal journey · Tagged: bible study, Christian living, God, heart change, infertility

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Since 2023, I have not been able to shake it. Aft Since 2023, I have not been able to shake it.

After dreams, after long conversations with the Lord, I keep coming back to the same word: something is coming, and God is calling His people to a modern-day Goshen.

Here is what stops me every time. When the plagues fell on Egypt—the hail, the darkness so thick you couldn’t see your own hand—there was one region that still had sunlight and bread on the table. Goshen. 

When God showed Pharaoh a famine was coming, He used Joseph to govern a nation and provide. Goshen was a place of refuge for his family.
 
Same nation, famine, plagues. Two completely different outcomes. The difference was simply that Goshen was where God’s people dwelt. Refuge is the whole point.

During the Exodus plagues, because they happened so suddenly, God providentially sheltered Goshen—the land where His people dwelt. 

But Goshen didn’t happen the same way during Joseph’s time. Years before the famine ever came, God warned Joseph, and Joseph stored up grain through seven years of plenty so his people would eat when the whole land went hungry. 

That is the pattern: provision prepared before the crisis, a people set apart, a storehouse standing ready when the world runs empty—spiritually and physically.

I believe God will once again build both times of Goshen.

So the question isn’t “will this happen again?” The question is, will you be ready? Why is the church not already prepared?

We have built beautiful buildings and polished productions. But when the shelves go bare, what is in the storehouse? 

Will we stand in the same line as everyone else? 

Not me. Not my family. Not the people who sit at my table.

This is Acts 4—land laid down, abundance shared, not one needy person among them. That church had become Goshen, and we can be that again. This isn’t archaic. It’s a blueprint for survival and provision.

The time to build is now. Not out of fear, but out of grace, mercy, and obedience.

Comment GOSHEN to read the entire new Substack…
I walked out one morning, years ago, and found my I walked out one morning, years ago, and found my flock had become mite magnets. Northern Fowl Mites, to be exact.

If you've never dealt with them, I’m so sorry. They feed on your birds' blood, dead skin, and feathers—most often carried in by wild birds passing overhead. And once they've moved in, the feed-store chemicals will burn your chickens' skin before they ever solve the problem.

So I did what our grandmothers would've done. I reached for what the Lord already set growing right on our own homestead.

Here's what actually cleared my flock—no chemicals:

🐓 Strip the coop bare. Pull ALL the bedding, burn it, don't compost it. Leave that floor bare for 2–3 weeks so the mites have nowhere left to hide.

🐓 Treat the coop. Eucalyptus, tea tree, lavender, peppermint, basil + cinnamon bark oils, sprayed top to bottom into every crack and crevice. Dust the roosts with wood ash or DE.

🐓 Dust your birds. Wood ash worked into the skin at the neck, vent, tail gland, and under the wings. I'll take wood ash over DE any day.

🐓 The garlic spray. A Clemson University study found topical garlic wiped out mite infestations in laying hens. My spray pairs it with those same oils and gets applied at night, after they've roosted—when the mites come out to feed.

And yes, your eggs are perfectly safe to eat the whole time. It's applied to skin and feathers, never fed.

God didn't hide your flock's healing behind a chemical label. He set it growing free—in the fields, in the ash of your wood stove, in a bulb of garlic on your counter. That's what stewardship looks like.

📖 The full step-by-step—recipe, treatment schedule, and timing—is on the blog. Comment MITES and I'll send it straight to your inbox.

I'm a homesteader and family herbalist, not your vet—always tend your flock at your own discretion.
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Coming out of July 4th, USDA and Congress moved on beef processing, fertilizer, farm labor, and how the federal government defines "regenerative." Some of it matters. Some of it's being oversold.

This week's brief breaks down:

🥩 A new $500M fund for small/mid-size beef processors — packers excluded
🧪 A $500M fertilizer program that won't lower your feed store prices anytime soon
📋 A new USDA complaint portal for producers facing federal overreach
👷 The biggest farm-labor bill in 40 years (not law yet — but watch it)
🌱 The "regenerative ag" executive order everyone's celebrating — and why the word itself is the real story

Plain-language, honestly sourced, no hype either direction. Because staying informed is its own kind of self-reliance.

📖 Full brief on the substack—comment JULY and I’ll send it straight to you.

👇 What stood out to you this week?
If there's one herb worth learning this year, let If there's one herb worth learning this year, let it be yarrow.

It looks like a common weed along the tree line and field—but the Lord tucked an entire medicine chest inside this single flower.

Here's your basic rundown on yarrow (Achillea millefolium):

🌿 Stops bleeding + heals wounds—its most famous use, carried into battle since the days of “Achilles”
🌿 Reduces fever by helping the body sweat it out (diaphoretic)
🌿 Clears excess mucous at the onset of a cold or flu (anti-catarrhal)
🌿 Aids digestion—a bitter herb that stimulates stomach acid and saliva
🌿 Anti-inflammatory + anti-spasmodic for aches and cramping
🌿 A mild sedative that eases anxiety and supports sleep
🌿 Antimicrobial—studied against bacteria like E. coli
🌿 Traditionally used for pneumonia, rheumatic pain, and hemorrhage

⚠️ A few cautions: don't use yarrow until the end of pregnancy (it can cause uterine contractions), don't take it longer than 2 weeks at a time, and know it can lower blood pressure if you're already on medication for it.

"He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man." — Psalm 104:14

Herb for the service of man. He didn't hide our healing behind a prescription counter — He set it growing free in the fields, waiting for hands willing to learn.

That's what empowerment really is. Not fear. Just knowing what grows beneath your feet and how to steward it for the people you love.

On the blog I've written it all out — how to grow and harvest yarrow, every medicinal use, the full safety notes, and my simple tincture recipe so you can keep it on your shelf year-round.
Go learn your yarrow, friend. Then go teach it to your children.

🌿 For the full post + tincture recipe comment YARROW and I’ll send it to your inbox.

I'm a family herbalist, not your doctor—always use herbs at your own discretion.
We were endowed with inalienable rights by our Cre We were endowed with inalienable rights by our Creator. Yet it’s hard to fathom that we live in a country where you are considered a tenant, not an owner, of your property. If you don’t pay personal property taxes, your land will be taken from you. 

There are many reasons why it’s hard to look at America and wonder how we got to where we are today. How a nation that was once so free is now so arguably not. And yet, it is even harder to think that it is still more free than most other nations. 

On the 250th birthday of America, may we richly and deeply set with these things in our heart. Freedom must be fought for. It is not something you declare and then hope happens. It is a process of day in and day out, fighting for freedom. Our founding fathers knew this. 

Men didn’t just sign a document and suddenly they were free. In fact many of them (and their families) lived lives that were not peaceful. They were ridiculed and persecuted. 

Richard Stockton was captured by Loyalists in late 1776 and imprisoned in harsh conditions in New York. His estate, Morven, was looted and occupied. Francis Lewis had his Long Island home destroyed by the British, and his wife was taken prisoner and treated harshly. Abraham Clark had two sons captured and held on the notorious British prison ship HMS Jersey, where conditions were deadly. He reportedly refused to recant his signature even when it might have improved their treatment. John Witherspoon—the only clergyman signer—lost his son James, killed at the Battle of Germantown (1777). Rutledge, Heyward, and Middleton were captured when Charleston fell in 1780 and held as prisoners of war before being exchanged. John Hart had his farm raided and had to flee; his health was already failing and he died in 1779.

These men fought for freedom. They knew the price they had to pay. The question today—250 years later—is this….

How willing are you to fight for freedom? 

May God  direct this nation in the days ahead. May we never forget that it is only by His hand that we are free. And may we all understand that there is a much greater kingdom to be a part of, with a king that rules forever, and His name is Jesus.

God

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