xoxo, lissa.

This morning, I found myself standing in the kitchen, a warm cup of coffee in hand, watching the sunlight filter through the window. It was one of those cozy moments where everything felt just right. I had just finished a batch of homemade granola, and the sweet, nutty aroma filled the air. There’s something so satisfying about creating something from scratch, don’t you think? It made me smile, reflecting on how these little rituals are part of the life I believe Heavenly Father has in store for me.

As I was stirring the mixture, I couldn’t help but think about how much I cherish these simple pleasures. Jake always teases me about how I seem to live like we already have a homestead, but honestly, I think there’s beauty in cultivating that vision now. It’s like I’m preparing my heart and home for the life I know is coming, even if I can’t see it yet. I mean, who wouldn’t want to wake up to the smell of fresh baked goods and the sound of laughter from children running around the backyard?

Sometimes, I scroll through Pinterest, getting lost in a sea of dreamy farmhouse kitchens and lush vegetable gardens. I can envision my future home filled with warmth, love, and maybe a few chickens clucking happily in the yard. I wonder if Jake will eventually embrace that vision with me. I mean, he’s a vegan bodybuilder and loves his quinoa salads, which I admire, but I can’t help but dream of hearty family meals, too. Maybe he’ll come around to the idea of a cozy lifestyle once we’re married. A girl can hope, right?

Last week, I met up with my girlfriends, the fabulous “Blondies,” at our favorite coffee shop. It’s always so refreshing to be around them, even if I sometimes feel a little pressure to keep up with their lives. They’re all at different stages, and I can’t help but reflect on my own journey while we talk about engagements and baby plans. I’m genuinely happy for them, but I can’t help but wonder why my path looks a bit different. I guess that’s part of the reason I’ve been focusing on preparing myself for the life I know God has promised me.

It’s easy to get caught up in what everyone else is doing, especially when I see engagement photos pop up on social media. They all look so happy, and I find myself daydreaming about that moment when Jake will finally propose. I’ve been praying about it, asking Heavenly Father for guidance and patience. I’m not pressuring him, of course, but I can’t shake the feeling that something beautiful is just around the corner.

During those moments of reflection, I remember that everyone’s journey is uniquely crafted by Heavenly Father. I feel called to be a wife and mother, and I trust that He has a purpose for my current season. I’ve been learning how to bake bread, and while I may not have children tugging at my apron yet, I can still fill our kitchen with love through cooking. It’s all part of preparing for my future.

Jake and I have been trying to be more intentional about our weekends lately. We took the dogs for a hike last Saturday, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for those moments. Missy trotted happily alongside us, while Boom raced around, his youthful energy causing a bit of chaos as usual. But that’s just him! I love watching Jake interact with them—it makes my heart swell, knowing he’ll be such a wonderful father one day.

I’ve been thinking a lot about stewardship lately, not just with our home but with myself. I want to honor the body Heavenly Father gave me through intentional living. That means staying healthy, exercising, and making sure I’m ready for all the adventures that lie ahead. I’m not perfect, but I genuinely believe that taking care of myself today is part of preparing for my future. When I envision those cozy family dinners, I picture myself being strong enough to keep up with little feet running through the kitchen, and that motivates me.

As the seasons change, I find myself looking forward to the upcoming holidays. There’s something so magical about creating traditions that my future children will cherish. I want to fill our home with the smell of cinnamon and the warmth of family gatherings. Those are the moments I dream about, and I feel that they’re worth preparing for, even if I’m not there yet.

There’s this gentle tugging on my heart, a sense that I’m meant for something beautiful. It’s like a quiet whisper reminding me to keep trusting in God’s timing. I’m not just waiting; I’m actively preparing. I love the idea that every little step I take now is part of a greater purpose.

So, as the leaves start to change and the air becomes crisper, I’ll continue to cultivate those dreams. I’ll keep baking, gardening, and dreaming about a life filled with love and laughter. It’s all part of the journey, and I can’t wait to see where it leads. Until then, I’ll cherish these cozy moments, knowing they’re building blocks for my future.

With love and gratitude,

Lissa

This morning, I woke up to the sweet sound of Missy and Boom playfully wrestling on the carpet. It’s funny how the chaos they create somehow feels like home. I made my way to the kitchen, still half-asleep, and poured myself a cup of coffee. As I watched the steam rise, I couldn’t help but think about how much I adore those simple moments. There’s something so *intentional* about starting the day with a warm drink in hand, especially when I know the peace of my little home is just waiting to wrap around me like a favorite blanket.

Sometimes I catch myself dreaming about what our home might look like one day, filled with laughter and the pitter-patter of little feet. I’ve been reflecting on how I can prepare for that beautiful life I feel Heavenly Father has in store for me. I’ve been inspired to cultivate a cozy, welcoming space, even if it’s just the two of us (and our furry companions) for now. It’s the little things, like freshly baked bread cooling on the counter or flowers from the farmer’s market brightening up the kitchen, that make all the difference.

Yesterday, I spent some time on Pinterest—oh, how I love that platform! I was looking up vintage-inspired kitchen decor and found the most charming ideas for creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. I can picture it now: a farmhouse table adorned with seasonal centerpieces, perhaps a few hand-knitted table runners, and an abundance of homemade treats to share with friends and family. Jake always teases me about my Pinterest boards, but I think he secretly finds joy in my dreams, even if he insists on keeping his vegan burgers. I’m *definitely* not giving up hope that he’ll come around to hearty family meals one day!

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be a good steward of the home we have now. It might not be the farmhouse I dream of, but it’s our cozy little apartment in the greater Los Angeles area, and I want to make it as peaceful and welcoming as possible. I’ve started incorporating more plants, which not only brighten up the space but also remind me of the gardens I hope to tend one day. I can already imagine the children running through a backyard filled with flowers and vegetables. It’s such a *beautiful* picture to hold in my heart.

Jake and I are definitely opposites in many ways, and sometimes I can’t help but wonder how our lives will blend together. He’s an atheist, politically liberal, and a vegan bodybuilder, while I find so much comfort in my faith and the traditions I hope to create. I know he’s kind and disciplined, and I admire that about him, but I feel a longing for a more traditional lifestyle that reflects my values. I pray often about how we’ll navigate our different beliefs and how I can be the kind of wife and mother I’ve always envisioned. I believe that Heavenly Father is preparing us for something beautiful together, even if it’s still unfolding.

As I scroll through social media, I see my friends sharing engagement photos and family milestones, and it tugs at my heartstrings. I’ll be honest, there are moments when I pause and think about how different my journey has been compared to theirs. It’s not that I want their lives; I just wish to understand why our paths look so different. I remind myself that God’s timing is perfect, and I’m truly working on trusting that. I can feel that He’s preparing me for a calling that’s beyond what I can see right now.

Every time I pray about my future, I come back to the same comforting thought: it’s all part of the preparation. I may not have children asking what’s for dinner yet, but I can learn to bake bread from scratch. I might not have a bustling homestead, but I can practice gardening in the little pots on our balcony. I feel a sense of purpose in these small acts of homemaking, and they bring me so much joy.

With the holidays approaching, I’ve been thinking about the traditions I want to create. I envision cozy evenings filled with the aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg, family dinners that linger long into the night, and laughter echoing through our home. There’s something so magical about those moments, and I want to prepare for them now. I want to be the kind of mother who makes every holiday feel special and who fills our home with love and warmth. I keep reminding myself that each day is a step in that direction.

Jake often laughs when I talk about my dreams. He might not share all of my visions, but I think he appreciates my passion for them. I hope he feels how deeply I care about creating a peaceful and nurturing environment. I want him to know that it’s not about perfection; it’s about love, intention, and *gratitude* for the life we’re building together. And who knows? Maybe one day, he’ll even embrace those hearty meals I dream of serving at our table.

As I sit here reflecting on all of this, I realize that preparation isn’t a waste. It’s a journey filled with small, beautiful moments that make life rich and meaningful. I want to keep nurturing that dream in my heart, trusting that Heavenly Father is guiding us toward a future filled with love, laughter, and the warmth of a home that feels perfectly ours. I’m so grateful for the journey we’re on, and I look forward to the blessings that are on their way.

So, here’s to dreaming, preparing, and cultivating a cozy home—one day at a time.

XOXO,

Lissa

This morning was one of those peaceful, cozy mornings that I absolutely cherish. I woke up to the soft sounds of Missy and Boom playing in the living room, their happy barks mixing with the gentle morning light peeking through the curtains. I made a cup of my favorite coffee and settled into my comfy chair with a warm blanket draped over me. It felt like the perfect time to reflect on life and the beautiful journey I believe Heavenly Father has planned for me.

As I sipped my coffee, I couldn’t help but think about the home I’m preparing for my family one day. I’ve been pinning so many beautiful farmhouse kitchens on Pinterest lately, dreaming of the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air while my future children run around the yard. Sometimes I imagine Jake coming home after a long day, greeted by the sound of laughter and the warmth of a cozy home. I know he’s busy with his party planning, and I admire his dedication, but I can’t help but wish we were already building that life together.

It’s funny how life seems to unfold in such different ways for everyone. I see friends getting engaged, posting their wedding plans, and sharing adorable family photos, and I find myself reflecting on God’s timing. I’ve always believed that Heavenly Father has a purpose for each of us, but I can’t help but wonder why our journeys look so different. I think back to high school, when everyone thought I’d be the first to settle down. I guess I always assumed I’d be married by now, creating a little world of my own filled with love and laughter.

Jake and I have been together for a while, and I love him deeply. He’s so different from me in many ways, but that’s what makes our relationship so rich. I admire his commitment to his vegan lifestyle and his passion for fitness. He inspires me to stay healthy and active, even if I sometimes wish he’d embrace a more traditional way of living. I daydream about cooking hearty meals for our future family, but I also know he’s dedicated to his beliefs. I suppose that’s part of the beauty of our relationship—finding common ground amidst our differences.

After finishing my coffee, I decided to take Boom and Missy for a walk. The weather was lovely, and I felt grateful for the time to breathe in the fresh air and reflect on the blessings in my life. I love our little neighborhood, with its quaint houses and friendly neighbors. As we strolled, I thought about how I want our home to feel—welcoming and peaceful, a sanctuary where family and friends can gather. I’ve been thinking a lot about stewardship lately, not just of our home but of ourselves. I want to take care of my body, to be strong and healthy enough to chase after little feet someday, and to create a nurturing environment for my future family.

It’s also been on my heart to learn new homemaking skills while I wait—no, prepare— for that season of life. I’ve been trying my hand at baking bread from scratch, and while it hasn’t always turned out perfectly, there’s something so fulfilling about it. Kneading the dough feels like a little act of love, and I can imagine how wonderful it will be to share that with my family. I’ve also been tending to my plants, hoping to have a lovely vegetable garden one day, even if it’s just a small patch. There’s something so rewarding about cultivating life in any form.

And then there’s the holiday season, which is just around the corner. I can hardly believe it! I’ve been thinking about how I want to create special traditions for our future family, ones that are filled with love and togetherness. I can picture us decorating the house, baking cookies, and snuggling up to watch classic holiday movies. I want our home to be a place where memories are made, where the smell of cinnamon and fresh pine fills the air, and where every corner reflects warmth and joy.

Sometimes I wonder if Jake sees that vision too. I know he enjoys our cozy nights in, but I wonder if he fully understands the depth of my dreams. I have faith that one day, we’ll create that life together. Maybe he’ll see the beauty in the simplicity of it all, how intentional living can bring such joy and fulfillment. I want him to feel the same sense of purpose that I do, that we’re building something special together.

As I sit here reflecting on these things, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. I know that I am exactly where I’m meant to be, preparing for the future that Heavenly Father has in store for me. It’s so easy to get caught up in comparison, especially when I see others moving forward. But I trust that my journey is unfolding just as it should. I’m learning, growing, and preparing my heart for what’s to come.

So here’s to cozy mornings, warm cups of coffee, and the blessings that await. I’m excited to keep cultivating my dreams, one day at a time, and to trust in God’s beautiful timing.

XOXO,
Lissa

This morning, as I sipped on my coffee while watching the sun peek through the curtains, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude wash over me. It’s such a simple pleasure, really—sitting in the warmth of my home with my sweet Missy curled up at my feet and Boom keeping a watchful eye out for any signs of adventure. There’s something so cozy about these mornings, don’t you think? It’s like a little reminder from Heavenly Father that He’s here with me, preparing me for what’s to come.

I spent some time scrolling through Pinterest, as I often do, and I stumbled upon the most beautiful photos of homesteads. I could practically smell the fresh bread and hear the laughter of children running around in the yard. It’s funny how those images can stir something deep in my heart. There’s a part of me that believes those dreams were placed there for a reason, and I feel a calling to cultivate that future.

Jake walked in just as I was getting lost in my daydreams, and I could see a slight smirk on his face. He always teases me about my Pinterest boards, filled with homes I don’t own and gardens I can’t quite manage yet. But I think he secretly loves hearing me dream out loud. I caught myself sharing my vision of our future—children, a vegetable garden, and maybe even a few chickens. I could see him chuckling at the thought of me chasing after them with a basket in hand. There’s something so special about those moments of hope and planning together.

Of course, there are days when it feels harder to be in this season of preparation. I mean, scrolling through social media can sometimes bring up those feelings of reflection. So many of my friends are already taking steps into marriage and motherhood, and I find myself quietly pondering God’s timing. I trust that He knows what He’s doing, even when I can’t quite see the whole picture.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing everything right. I look at others who seem to have it all together, and I can’t help but think about my own journey. It’s easy to slip into that comparison trap, especially when I see engagement announcements or family photos that tug at my heart. And yet, I remind myself that my journey is uniquely mine, filled with its own purpose and blessings. I know that preparing for my future means learning to be the woman I envision—someone who creates a warm and welcoming home.

One of the ways I’ve been preparing is by diving deeper into my homemaking skills. I recently tried my hand at baking bread from scratch. Let me tell you, there’s something deeply satisfying about kneading dough and watching it rise. The smell that fills the house is just heavenly! I can almost picture my future children gathered around the kitchen table, eagerly waiting for a slice of that warm bread. It’s those little moments that fill my heart with hope.

And while I don’t have my own homestead yet, I’m learning about gardening. I’ve been researching ways to grow herbs in tiny pots, and I can’t wait to bring that fresh flavor into my cooking. I know it’s all part of that slow and seasonal life I crave—a life grounded in simplicity and purpose.

I think about the kind of wife and mother I want to be, and it motivates me to keep working on myself. I want to honor the body Heavenly Father gave me, so I stay active and make healthy choices. I want to be strong enough to chase after those little feet someday and energetic enough to create a loving home filled with laughter and warmth.

Jake and I have been talking about family traditions lately, and it’s been so sweet to dream about our future Christmases together. I picture cozy evenings with lights twinkling, the smell of pine filling the air, and the sounds of our children excitedly unwrapping gifts. I want our home to be a place where memories are made—where holidays feel special, not stressful.

I’m grateful for Jake, even if he does have a different perspective on some things. He’s a vegan bodybuilder, and while I might prefer hearty family meals, I admire his discipline and kindness. I can’t help but think that one day, once we’re married, he might just embrace a more traditional lifestyle along with me. Maybe I’m dreaming a little, but I have faith that Heavenly Father has a plan for us.

As I reflect on all of this, I feel a gentle nudge in my heart to keep preparing. I’m learning not to see this season as waiting but as a beautiful time of becoming. Each day is an opportunity to grow, to cultivate my skills, and to deepen my faith. I’m excited about the future, and I trust that Heavenly Father is guiding me on this path.

So here’s to cozy mornings, dreaming big, and preparing for the life that’s waiting for me. I’ll keep baking bread, practicing my gardening skills, and cherishing these moments with Jake and our fur babies. After all, every little step I take now is a step toward the beautiful life I believe Heavenly Father has promised me.

With love and hope,

Lissa

Today started off so lovely. I brewed my favorite coffee blend while watching the sunrise spill golden light across our little kitchen. I sat at the table, with Missy curled up in my lap and Boom happily bouncing around the room, trying to figure out what kind of trouble he could get into next. Honestly, it’s moments like these that make me feel like I’m holding onto something very special, even if my future still feels a bit like a dream.

Jake was still asleep, and I couldn’t help but think about how much I adore our life together, even in the chaos. I mean, who else could I share my Pinterest boards with, filled to the brim with cozy homes and beautiful gardens? I often wonder what he thinks when I go on and on about my dreams of a homestead filled with children and chickens. He’s so practical and often teases me about my “farmer fantasies,” but I think deep down, he enjoys seeing me dream. Maybe it’s because he knows I’m preparing, even if it doesn’t look like what most people envision.

As I was sipping my coffee, I felt a nudge of gratitude for this season of preparation. I’ve been reflecting on how Heavenly Father has placed certain desires in my heart, and I’m convinced He’s preparing me for something beautiful. I know I’m not quite there yet—there are still days when I scroll through Instagram and see my friends engaged and starting their families, and I can’t help but wonder why our journeys look so different. But I’m learning that every moment is part of His plan.

Sometimes I think about the life I envisioned for myself in high school, where everything seemed to align perfectly. I was head cheerleader, dating the football captain, and everyone assumed I’d be the first to walk down the aisle. Yet here I am, 26 years old, still waiting for that ring and the white dress. And while I’m genuinely happy for my friends, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve somehow missed the boat.

But then I pray about it and remember that it’s all about God’s timing. Maybe the waiting isn’t about being impatient; maybe it’s about preparing my heart and home for the family I’ve always dreamt of. It’s about creating a cozy space filled with love and warmth, even if it’s just the three of us—me, Jake, and our two dogs—at the moment.

I’ve been inspired to dive deeper into homemaking lately. I’ve taken up baking bread from scratch, which has quickly become one of my favorite things. There’s something so fulfilling about kneading the dough and watching it rise. I can almost picture my future children racing into the kitchen, excited to smell the fresh bread cooling on the counter. I love the thought of creating those memories, even if they’re just in my mind for now.

And gardening! Oh my goodness, I can almost feel the dirt under my nails. I’ve been researching plants that thrive in Southern California, and I can’t wait to start my little vegetable garden. Who knows? Maybe I’ll surprise Jake with a homemade dinner featuring fresh veggies from our backyard someday. I know he’s a vegan bodybuilder, and while I’m still hoping he’ll embrace a more traditional lifestyle eventually, I love that he supports my dreams, even if he teases me about them.

Reflecting on these dreams brings me so much peace. I want our future holidays to be cozy and full of family traditions, where we gather around the table and enjoy homemade meals. I picture a home filled with laughter, where every corner is a reminder of love and intentionality. I want people to feel welcomed the moment they walk through our front door, just like I feel welcomed in our church community. There’s something so beautiful about that, don’t you think?

Of course, I know I still have a lot to learn. Some days, I catch myself feeling a twinge of insecurity, especially when I see my friends sharing engagement photos or baby announcements. It’s not jealousy, but rather a gentle reminder that we all have different paths. I trust that Heavenly Father knows what He’s doing, even when I can’t see the bigger picture. I’m actively preparing for my calling as a wife and mother, and I believe all these little moments of homemaking are part of that journey.

And as I’m getting better at caring for my home, I’m also focused on caring for myself. I’ve been prioritizing fitness and health because I want to be strong enough to chase after little feet someday. I want to be energetic and healthy so I can fully embrace the life I believe God has planned for me. Sometimes, I think people mistake that for vanity, but for me, it’s all about stewardship. Taking care of the body Heavenly Father gave me feels like honoring Him, and I genuinely believe it’s part of my preparation.

Even in the little things, I can already feel the blessings pouring in. Whether it’s decorating for the seasons or planning cozy coffee dates with my girlfriends, I’m learning to cultivate a life filled with intention and purpose. I feel like every day is an opportunity to reflect on what matters most and to be grateful for the blessings I’ve been given.

As I wrap up my thoughts for today, I’m reminded that this journey of preparation is ongoing. Each prayer, each moment spent in the kitchen, and each dream I hold close to my heart is just another step towards the future I believe is waiting for me. I may not have everything figured out yet, but I trust that I’m becoming the woman I’m meant to be—little by little.

So, here’s to the cozy moments and the everyday preparations. I’ll keep dreaming and nurturing the desires placed in my heart. One day at a time, I’m cultivating the life I know Heavenly Father has in store for me.

XOXO,
Lissa

This morning, I found myself sipping my coffee while watching Boom and Missy tumble around the living room, and I couldn’t help but smile. They have such different personalities—Boom, with his rambunctious energy, always getting into something he shouldn’t, and Missy, who’s just the sweetest little spaniel, always looking for cuddles. It’s moments like these that fill me with gratitude, reminding me that even in this season of preparation, my life is already full of blessings.

It struck me how much I love this little chaotic family we have created, even if it’s just the three of us and two fur babies for now. I was chatting with my girlfriend Trysta the other day, and she commented on how my home feels so cozy. I think that’s all part of cultivating a space where love and intention can flourish, don’t you? I often catch myself dreaming about what our home will look like one day when it’s filled with children and maybe even a few chickens running around. I can already picture the vegetable garden and fresh bread cooling on the counter, with the smell of cinnamon wafting through the air. Those thoughts bring me so much joy, and I know deep down that Heavenly Father has placed those desires in my heart for a reason.

Jake always laughs at me when I talk about our future homestead. He teases about my Pinterest boards filled with dreamy farmhouse kitchens and perfectly arranged gardens. But I think he secretly loves hearing me dream out loud. Sometimes I wonder if he sees it too—the life I picture for us, filled with warmth, laughter, and cherished family traditions. I can’t help but feel like I’m preparing for something beautiful, even if it’s not here yet.

The other day, as I was scrolling through Instagram, I stumbled upon a post of one of my high school friends who just got engaged. My heart did that little flutter, you know? I’ve been reflecting on how so many of my friends are moving into the next chapter of their lives while Jake and I are still figuring things out. I know everyone’s journey is different, and I truly believe in God’s timing, but sometimes it makes me wonder why I’m still waiting for that proposal. I frame those thoughts as prayerful reflections because I trust that what’s meant for me will come in due time.

There’s this little voice in my heart that tells me I’m not just waiting; I’m preparing. I think about all the homemaking skills I want to learn—baking bread from scratch, creating seasonal decorations, and maybe even canning some of our homegrown produce one day. I may not have kids asking me what’s for dinner yet, but I can still practice now, right? There’s something so intentional and fulfilling about it.

Speaking of cooking, I’ve been trying a few new recipes lately. Last week, I made a hearty vegetable soup that felt so comforting. I was so proud of myself for using fresh veggies from the farmers market. I can’t wait to have a garden of my own someday, where I can grow everything I need right in my backyard. I imagine little hands helping me plant seeds and pick tomatoes, and it fills my heart with hope. There’s something incredibly special about nurturing a garden, just like I want to nurture my future family.

Sometimes I think about how my faith guides me through all of this. As a devoted member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I genuinely feel that Heavenly Father has a plan for me. It’s not always easy to see that plan unfold, especially when I see my friends achieving milestones I thought would be part of my story by now. But I remind myself that we’re all daughters of our Heavenly Father, and He knows what each of us needs. I trust that He’s preparing me for my future calling as a wife and mother, even if I can’t see the bigger picture yet.

Jake and I have such different perspectives on life. He’s all about his vegan lifestyle and fitness, while I often dream of a more traditional homemaking role. I admire his discipline and kindness, and I believe there’s a place for both of our values in our future. I pray that one day, he’ll embrace a little more of that homesteading life I long for. I can envision us sitting on the porch in the evenings, watching our kids play in the yard while we share a meal made from our garden’s bounty. I know it might sound naive, but I believe that love and faith can bridge those differences.

Being part of a community that shares similar values is such a blessing, too. My friends and I, affectionately known as “The Blondies,” often get together to discuss our hopes and dreams. We inspire each other, even if we sometimes unintentionally fall into the comparison trap. I’ve been praying for guidance on how to encourage others without feeling that subtle competitive edge creeping in. I want to uplift my friends and celebrate their journeys without letting my own desires cloud my heart.

As I sit here reflecting on everything, I can’t help but feel that this season of preparation is beautiful in its own right. I’m learning to cultivate gratitude in the small moments, from the laughter of my dogs to the warmth of our home. I know that each day brings me closer to the life I’ve always envisioned, and I’m excited to see how it all unfolds. So, here’s to preparing—one homemade meal, one prayer, and one cozy moment at a time.

Until next time, keep dreaming and preparing, my friends.

XOXO,
Lissa

This morning, I found myself in the kitchen, the sunlight streaming through the window, and I was just thinking about how lovely it is to start the day with a little intention. I made my usual cup of coffee, but this time I added a sprinkle of cinnamon, and oh my goodness, it was like a warm hug in a mug! It made me smile, thinking about how such small things can bring so much comfort to our everyday lives.

It’s funny because Jake often jokes about my little rituals. He says I act like I’m already living on a farm, with my love for fresh flowers, homemade meals, and dreams of a big garden. Maybe I do! But, honestly, I think there’s something special about cultivating the life you envision, even if you’re not quite there yet.

As I stood there sipping my coffee, I couldn’t help but reflect on what it means to prepare for the future. I believe Heavenly Father places certain desires in our hearts for a reason. Some people feel called to travel or climb the corporate ladder, but for me, it’s always been about homemaking and nurturing a family. When I picture my future, it’s not in high-rise offices or bustling city streets. Instead, I see a cozy kitchen filled with the smell of fresh bread, children laughing in the backyard, and a husband coming home to a warm, welcoming space.

Sometimes, I wonder if other little girls dreamt of these things too. I think back to high school, where I was surrounded by friends who seemed to be racing ahead with engagements and wedding plans. I was the head cheerleader, the girl with a bright future ahead, and I genuinely thought I would be the first to walk down the aisle. Yet here I am, still dreaming and preparing.

It’s not that I’m waiting for my life to begin. I’ve been actively preparing. I spend my weekends learning to bake bread from scratch, even if it’s just for Jake and me. I’ve been working on my gardening skills, imagining a time when I might have a big, beautiful vegetable garden. And of course, my Pinterest boards are filled with home decor ideas that are probably a bit more ambitious than what our current apartment allows, but a girl can dream, right?

Jake sometimes teases me about those boards, but I think he secretly enjoys listening to me share my visions. He’s so different from me, being a vegan bodybuilder and all, but I admire his discipline and kindness. I can’t help but hope that one day he’ll embrace the idea of hearty family meals and perhaps even a few chickens in the backyard. I mean, wouldn’t that be the dream? I imagine us sitting on a porch, sipping lemonade, watching our kids run around. It’s a beautiful picture that fills my heart with hope.

Even though we’re in a season of waiting—or should I say preparing?—there are days when I feel a little twinge of concern. I see friends posting engagement photos, and while I’m genuinely happy for them, I can’t help but reflect on God’s timing. I’ve been praying about it, really seeking guidance. I trust that Heavenly Father knows the desires of my heart, even when I don’t quite understand His timing.

And I want to be clear: I’m not judging those who seem to be moving ahead faster than I am. It’s just something that’s been on my heart lately. I wonder sometimes why our journeys look so different. But then I remind myself of the importance of stewardship—not just over our homes, but over our lives. Heavenly Father has entrusted me with this time, and I want to honor Him with it.

It’s easy to get caught up in the whirlwind of life, especially in a world that feels so fast-paced and disposable. I crave something slower, something more intentional. I want my home to be a sanctuary, a place where people feel welcomed and loved. I want my future children to have memories of cozy family dinners and holiday traditions that feel special instead of stressful.

As I think about all these things, I realize that I’m not just preparing my home; I’m preparing my heart. I want to be a good steward of my body and spirit too. I take care of myself not out of vanity, but out of gratitude for the health I’ve been given. I want to be energetic enough to chase after little feet someday, strong enough to tend a garden, and vibrant enough to love my family well.

So, little by little, I’ll keep cultivating those dreams. I’ll keep learning new homemaking skills and filling our home with warmth and love. I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m so grateful for the journey. I’m excited about what’s to come, and I’ll continue to pray for guidance as I prepare for the life that Heavenly Father has promised me.

As I finish this post, I feel a sense of peace. Life is a beautiful journey of preparation, and I’m exactly where I need to be, one day at a time.

Sending love and light your way!

XOXO,
Lissa

I almost didn’t write this because I know people are going to assume I’m judging them.

I’m really not.

If anything, I think we’ve become so afraid of hurting someone’s feelings that we’ve stopped encouraging each other to become the very best versions of ourselves.

Please hear my heart before you get upset with me.

I genuinely believe that taking care of your body matters.

Not because your worth comes from your appearance. Our worth comes from our Heavenly Father, and nothing can ever change that.

But I also believe He gave us these bodies to care for, not to neglect.

Maybe this is an unpopular opinion, but I don’t think we should pretend that being healthy and fit isn’t a blessing.

I don’t think we should pretend attraction doesn’t matter in marriage.

I don’t think we should pretend discipline doesn’t matter.

Those things aren’t shallow to me.

They’re part of becoming the kind of wife I’ve always hoped to be.

I’ve dreamed about marriage for as long as I can remember. I want my future husband to know that I’ll never stop choosing him. I want to keep putting effort into our relationship. I want to stay active with him, dress up for him, surprise him with date nights, and yes, I want him to think I’m beautiful.

I don’t understand why that’s controversial.

People joke all the time about women “letting themselves go” after they get married.

I don’t ever want that to be me.

I don’t think taking care of yourself should stop because you finally got the ring. If anything, I think that’s when the real work begins. Marriage deserves our best.

Maybe that’s because I’ve watched so many relationships fall apart, and I can’t help wondering if somewhere along the way people just stopped trying.

I know everyone has different circumstances, and I’m not talking about illness or things outside our control. Life happens.

I’m talking about making the choice every day to care.

To move your body.

To nourish it.

To be intentional.

To become the healthiest version of yourself.

I truly believe that’s part of honoring Heavenly Father.

I also believe it’s part of honoring your spouse.

Sometimes I think our culture has confused acceptance with encouragement. We tell people they’re perfect exactly as they are, but shouldn’t we also encourage each other to grow?

To become stronger?

Healthier?

More disciplined?

Closer to the people God created us to be?

Maybe I’m old-fashioned.

Actually…I know I am.

But I believe wives should keep pursuing their husbands long after the wedding day. I believe husbands should keep pursuing their wives too. Love isn’t something we earn once and then stop investing in.

So no, I’m not writing this to shame anyone.

I’m writing it because I honestly believe we can all become better stewards of the gifts Heavenly Father has given us.

If that makes me sound traditional, I’m okay with that.

I’d rather encourage women to become strong, healthy, joyful wives and mothers than pretend those things don’t matter.

That’s just what I believe, and I hope you’ll know it comes from a place of love, even if you don’t agree with me.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and I have a feeling some of you might understand exactly what I’m talking about.

When I was in high school, everyone seemed to think they knew how my life was going to turn out. Honestly…so did I.

I was the head cheerleader. I dated the football captain. I was involved in just about everything, and I always imagined I’d be one of those girls who graduated, got married, started a family, and spent my days making a beautiful home.

That picture felt so clear in my mind.

Sometimes it still does.

Now I’m twenty-six, living in Southern California with Jake and our two spoiled pups, Missy and Boom, and while I have so much to be grateful for, life hasn’t unfolded quite the way I expected.

Don’t get me wrong—I love Jake with my whole heart. He’s thoughtful, funny, incredibly disciplined, and somehow manages to juggle bodybuilding, party planning, and veganism all at once. If you’d asked seventeen-year-old me what my future husband would be like, I don’t think I would’ve described him quite that way. God definitely has a sense of humor sometimes.

Still…

Every Christmas.

Every anniversary.

Every birthday.

There’s always that tiny little part of me that wonders if this will finally be the day.

I don’t think that’s a bad thing to hope for.

I’ve always believed Heavenly Father placed the desire to become a wife and mother on my heart for a reason. I don’t see those dreams as something I’m chasing—I see them as something I’m preparing for.

That’s why I’ve been learning to bake from scratch, collecting recipes, reading everything I can about homemaking, pinning ideas for my future garden, and dreaming about the little homestead I hope we’ll have someday. I may not have the farmhouse yet, but I can become the kind of woman who’ll fill it with love.

Sometimes, though, I’ll be scrolling through social media and another engagement announcement pops up.

Another baby.

Another family photo.

Another couple moving into their forever home.

And if I’m being honest…it can be hard not to wonder why my season looks different.

I have to remind myself that comparison isn’t where peace comes from.

Purpose comes from becoming the woman Heavenly Father is calling me to be, even if I don’t understand His timing yet.

Maybe that’s what this season is really about.

Not waiting.

Preparing.

Preparing my heart.

Preparing my home.

Preparing myself for the life I’ve been praying for ever since I was a little girl pretending my bedroom was a farmhouse kitchen.

I still believe that life is out there.

Maybe not on the exact timeline I imagined.

But I trust that if Heavenly Father placed those dreams in my heart, He’s also preparing me to receive them when the time is right.

Until then, I’ll keep baking the bread.

Saving the recipes.

Dreaming about chickens.

And believing that every small step I take today is helping me become the wife, mother, and homemaker I’ve always known I was meant to be.

XOXO,

Lissa