I’ve always claimed to be a small and simple girl who loves small and simple things. And my story is pretty small and simple as well..
I was born to the most loving, perfect parents in all the world and grew up in a little red brick home. We had a sweeping backyard complete with a few maple trees, pine trees, apple trees, and cherry trees, and bordered with a horse pasture and little red shed. That home was my whole world.
Then when I turned 16, we moved halfway across the world to the European, oceanside country of Portugal. My father was called to be the mission president of the Portugal Porto mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and our family was privileged to accompany him on that service mission. It was there that I waded in the ocean, gazed at my favorite lighthouse, walked the cobblestone streets, shopped at the markets, came to know who I was deep down inside, and came to know my Savior, Jesus Christ. This was a treasured, foundational part of my life, never to be forgotten. My family was called to serve for 3 years, but when I turned 18, I left a year early to attend college back in the states. I never realized how heartbreaking this would be to leave my family, but it was the necessary stepping stone to the next chapter of my life.
Little did I know when I arrived in Portugal that I would meet my future husband there. Patrick, (Elder Johnson), was one of my dad’s missionaries. Through a coincidental (or miraculous) series of events, we ran into each other after I came home and started dating. When my parents came home a year later, we were married in the Logan, Utah temple and began the next chapter of our lives.
Together we went to school and lived so far away from our families, that we learned to rely on the Lord and each other because that’s all we had. I finished my bachelor’s degree in Elementary Education two weeks before our second son was born, and Patrick finished his the following summer. We moved again so Patrick could get his doctorate degree in Physical Therapy, and then proceeded to move a total of 10 times in the past 10 years of our marriage.
As of December 2016, we are finally living in our forever Farmhouse on 2 acres of farmland. It’s my little slice of heaven on earth and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We have four sweet children, three boys and a princess.
With the recent birth of our fourth child, our last little boy in the summer of 2016, I experienced a pregnancy-related heart failure and so today, I am just so grateful to be alive. (You can read more about my story here: The Heart Healing Healing Part 1)
I homeschool my children and we can’t wait to start cultivating our farmland into a beautiful oasis of peace. I spend my days caring for my family, being a homemaker, reading, planning family traditions, holidays, vacations, sitting in the peaceful stillness, and writing about all these wonders in order to spread a bit of goodness to the world.
We all live these amazing stories that have been designed just for us. And while mine is a small and simple journey, I just love every minute of it. Each morning I awake with the goal of enjoying each precious moment and seeing the Lord’s hand in the details of my life. I am learning how to make my home into a holy place and how to bind my family together in loving, eternal ties. Truly, my faith and my family mean everything to me, and I will praise my Father forevermore for all His tender mercies. I find Him in the grandiose and the tiny. He is there for me in the delights as well as the darkness. He is always there, offering grace sufficient and love abundant. And this, this knowing that God is there for us is the greatest news — the greatest story — in all the world.