Post title: Slowly Turning Our Trailer House Into a Home

If you’ve ever found yourself lost in the world of steamy romance novels, you’re not alone. There’s something about the passion, the tension, and the emotional pull that can draw us in. But sometimes, after closing the last page, we’re left feeling… empty. The thrill fades, and we crave something deeper — something that speaks to the heart, not just the senses.

I am leaning that marriage was never meant to be easy. It was meant to be holy. It’s the sacred space where two imperfect people learn to love like Jesus. Living with patience, humility, and forgiveness. But what happens when love feels more like a battlefield than a blessing?

There was a time when photography was my escape and my way to slow down, breathe, and notice the little details that everyone else seemed to miss. The way sunlight filters through leaves, the texture of a flower petal, my kids’ laughter frozen midair. It used to bring me joy. But somewhere along the way, that joy got tangled up in deadlines, client expectations, and the constant pressure of running a business.

For the past few years, I’ve lived with no Wi-Fi, no television channels and no streaming services. Just me, my family, my library and the outdoors.

Lately, I’ve felt a quiet tug on my heart, a reminder that life is moving fast and that it’s easy to lose sight of what truly matters. Between work, bills, routines, and responsibilities, it’s easy to stay busy but forget to stay intentional. This season, I’m choosing to slow down and refocus my life around the things that matter most like my relationship with God, my family, my marriage, and our financial freedom.