Just a few years ago, I would've laughed at the thought of country living. 

When my mom dragged me from Washington DC to nowheresville, NC as a kid, I was beyond upset. I resented it. Immensely. I missed my friends, my school, that fast-paced life. Moving to a place where it took about 15 minutes to get to the nearest grocery store was unbearable.

But slowing down was what I needed then. And it's what I crave now. 

When we moved from our 1,300 square foot home in Virginia Beach to our 2,700 square foot, 3 acre home in rural Virginia, I thought we’d have nothing to do. 

But I've learned that slower doesn't mean boring. Slower just means intentional.

Instead of being dragged from one thing to the next, we focus on what we actually matters. 

Having margin in our life allows us to do what we value most. And what matters to us is the Lord Jesus Christ, family, space, clean living, and TRUTH.