A welcome to the porch.

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Hello sweetheart, come sit with me. Let’s swing for a while.

Have you ever sat on a front porch swing and just rocked?

Let’s.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Listen to the birds sing, or the crickets play.

Watch the sun rise or set.

Catch the flickering lights of lightning bugs as they hover around – disappearing into the dark, only to reappear a few paces away.

Feel the intricacies of God’s design in the beauty surrounding you.

That’s where we’ll sit together – on my porch swing. Maybe we’ll take a walk through the garden.

You and I will share in the sacred, soft, and simple things that bloom.

We’ll live life intentionally.

You’re welcome in my space.

My name is Maggie.

Though I’m young by the measure of a life span, my heart, soul, and intentions feel fifty years older. I haven’t yet gathered all the wisdom of age – but I’m leaning into it.

I’m a wife, a mother, a daughter, and a sister.

Where do the flowers dwell?

In soil that is good, rich, and well-tended.

In the perfect spot to soak up warmth and light.

In the place where thirst is quenched.

Sometimes, flowers dwell in unlikely places – defying logic. I see those as God’s quiet miracles. Only He could make something bloom there.

This space will hold thoughtful questions for our time. It will carry recipes and stories.

We’ll cultivate memories and shine light on the high notes.

We’ll steady the storms and grow deeper in knowledge and love.

I believe we can learn from every circumstance – and from every person.

I’m so glad you stopped by. Take some flowers for your table.