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Author: Neena

Neena is a Kentucky wife, mother, and beekeeper. Her first novel, THE BIRD AND THE BEES, is a Christian contemporary romance available now. Visit her at wordslikehoney.com.
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More than fair

I’ve never been much on contests that require a judge–contests like dog shows, gymnastics, diving, and ice skating. Blame communist Olympic judges and a strong … Read More ›

Posted on August 13, 2022August 13, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living, Farm

Are you thirsty?

On our little farm, we try to share the responsibility of the chores, though admittedly, Wade and my dad bear the brunt of them. For … Read More ›

Posted on July 9, 2022July 9, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living

Storms of Summer and Life

Patterns exist everywhere in nature, from the repeating hexagons in a beehive to the red skies at night calming sailor’s hearts. One of my favorite … Read More ›

Posted on June 11, 2022June 10, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living

Flowers for Life

In mid-April, the first violets started to awaken from the long winter slumber. Each day, their pleasure with spring spread across the field, turning the … Read More ›

Posted on May 13, 2022May 13, 2022Author Neena
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Jesus feeds our imperishable souls

I browsed the supermarket, excited that pastels painted the coming celebration of Easter. Ready-made baskets oozed marshmallow chicks, faux grass, and fluffy bunnies, but other … Read More ›

Posted on April 9, 2022April 9, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living, Farm

The virtue of work

In the echoes of the warm, spring wind, I hear the last laugh of 2021’s cicadas. For months, I’ve put off the simplest, yet most … Read More ›

Posted on March 12, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living, Farm

We’re washed white as snow

I stepped with great care on the icy, dirt floor. The old barn was a relief from the assaulting wind, though it still whistled through … Read More ›

Posted on February 12, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living

A flooded basement is no match for Living Water

I want to start smoking, but I keep putting it off.  No, it’s not my 2022 Resolution, but after our basement flooded on New Year’s … Read More ›

Posted on January 8, 2022Author Neena
Christian Living

A Comfortable Place to Think

On Christmas Eve, I helped coordinate our church’s live nativity. Mary rocked her baby doll, while Joseph, about a foot shorter than the Blessed Mother, … Read More ›

Posted on December 29, 2021Author Neena
Christian Living, Farm

Dump Fear, Choose Jesus

A strange pickup slung gravel and dust as it barreled down our drive. Maybe it’s because it was a drastic contrast to the warm, peaceful … Read More ›

Posted on December 11, 2021December 10, 2021Author Neena

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Our school enrollment increased 50% for yesterday, but it elevated the level of femininity about 1000%. For good measure, the boys made sure to erupt a volcano. #balance #cousinsquad #homeschool
Our school enrollment increased 50% for yesterday, but it elevated the level of femininity about 1000%. For good measure, the boys made sure to erupt a volcano. #balance #cousinsquad #homeschool
Our school enrollment increased 50% for yesterday, but it elevated the level of femininity about 1000%. For good measure, the boys made sure to erupt a volcano. #balance #cousinsquad #homeschool
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Our school enrollment increased 50% for yesterday, but it elevated the level of femininity about 1000%. For good measure, the boys made sure to erupt a volcano. #balance #cousinsquad #homeschool
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Happy Feast of the Assumption! 💙 #agardenformary #mariangarden #wordslikehoney
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I’ve never been much on contests that require a judge–contests like dog shows, gymnastics, diving, & ice skating. Blame communist Olympic judges and a strong hillbilly clan mentality. Frankly, I’ll forever believe my dog is worthy of the Westminster title “Best in Show,” even if we never could sniff out authentic pedigree papers for Blue Boy. Give me horseracing, baseball, and the biggest pumpkin. Show me a clear winner, points or runs on a scoreboard, and a finish line to cross first. 

But then, for some reason, these strong convictions go up in pit barbeque smoke when it comes to the county fair. 

On the night of the prayer meeting, the boys and I juggled our entries: eggs, beans, peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, corn, fresh flowers, & of course, honey. As I handed over the dozen eggs for display, I thought of the humming incubator on my kitchen countertop last winter. From chicks in a tote in the basement to finally the coop, oh, how I celebrated their graduation into full chickenhood. 

Then there were the beans. While I enjoy the taste of half-runners, I’m emotionally invested in their tradition. When I was a little girl, I would be lulled to sleep by the peaceful sound of my parents snapping and stringing. Like those chicks, I’ve matured. Now, I’m stringing & sweet-talking late into the evenings with Wade, & I love it. 

Every item had a story. How many stings were braved for that jar of honey, how many blisters from hoeing around peppers, how many prayers for those potatoes. I handed over the bouquet of sunflowers, my pride & joy for the fair, and took a deep breath. Would we win anything? Would the judges see the value in our work? 

“Whose name goes on this one?” The kind lady from the fair board gestured to the flowers.

“Me!” My son stepped forward with a big smile. In his mind, he had carried them from the car to the entry table, & his most recent effort equaled ownership.

We lingered around the quilt displays, chatted with neighbors, sized up the (mostly) friendly competition, but I kept thinking. Whose name belonged on those flowers? Who could claim any of these garden wonders?

More on growing sunflowers & growing faith at home. Link in profile 💚
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I’ve never been much on contests that require a judge–contests like dog shows, gymnastics, diving, & ice skating. Blame communist Olympic judges and a strong hillbilly clan mentality. Frankly, I’ll forever believe my dog is worthy of the Westminster title “Best in Show,” even if we never could sniff out authentic pedigree papers for Blue Boy. Give me horseracing, baseball, and the biggest pumpkin. Show me a clear winner, points or runs on a scoreboard, and a finish line to cross first. But then, for some reason, these strong convictions go up in pit barbeque smoke when it comes to the county fair. On the night of the prayer meeting, the boys and I juggled our entries: eggs, beans, peppers, potatoes, tomatoes, corn, fresh flowers, & of course, honey. As I handed over the dozen eggs for display, I thought of the humming incubator on my kitchen countertop last winter. From chicks in a tote in the basement to finally the coop, oh, how I celebrated their graduation into full chickenhood. Then there were the beans. While I enjoy the taste of half-runners, I’m emotionally invested in their tradition. When I was a little girl, I would be lulled to sleep by the peaceful sound of my parents snapping and stringing. Like those chicks, I’ve matured. Now, I’m stringing & sweet-talking late into the evenings with Wade, & I love it. Every item had a story. How many stings were braved for that jar of honey, how many blisters from hoeing around peppers, how many prayers for those potatoes. I handed over the bouquet of sunflowers, my pride & joy for the fair, and took a deep breath. Would we win anything? Would the judges see the value in our work? “Whose name goes on this one?” The kind lady from the fair board gestured to the flowers. “Me!” My son stepped forward with a big smile. In his mind, he had carried them from the car to the entry table, & his most recent effort equaled ownership. We lingered around the quilt displays, chatted with neighbors, sized up the (mostly) friendly competition, but I kept thinking. Whose name belonged on those flowers? Who could claim any of these garden wonders? More on growing sunflowers & growing faith at home. Link in profile 💚
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Can you find the Queen? Tips: she’s the biggest bee in the hive, has a long/elegant body, will probably be surrounded by workers. #queenbee #honeybee #beekeeper
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Can you find the Queen? Tips: she’s the biggest bee in the hive, has a long/elegant body, will probably be surrounded by workers. #queenbee #honeybee #beekeeper
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How to can green beans 💚 #homesteaders #halfrunners #canning
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Just a few moments of organization and quiet before we begin again tomorrow. I’ve been resting with those words, “begin again.” What a gift that we are offered fresh starts every school year… every liturgical year… every calendar year… every day. 
“It is right that you should begin again every day. There is no better way to complete the spiritual life than to be ever beginning it over again.” — Saint Francis de Sales 🍎✏️📚 #beginagain #wordslikehoney #backtohomeschool
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Just a few moments of organization and quiet before we begin again tomorrow. I’ve been resting with those words, “begin again.” What a gift that we are offered fresh starts every school year… every liturgical year… every calendar year… every day. “It is right that you should begin again every day. There is no better way to complete the spiritual life than to be ever beginning it over again.” — Saint Francis de Sales 🍎✏️📚 #beginagain #wordslikehoney #backtohomeschool
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Bringing home the blue! 💙🏆🐝 #3peat #braggingrights #kentuckyproud #wordslikehoney
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Bringing home the blue! 💙🏆🐝 #3peat #braggingrights #kentuckyproud #wordslikehoney
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“With age-old love I have loved you.” 💙
Thankful for this man that shows me mercy and love every day. What a gift it is to grow closer to the Lord together, and to follow your lead. #holymatrimony #dailyreading #wordslikehoney
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“With age-old love I have loved you.” 💙 Thankful for this man that shows me mercy and love every day. What a gift it is to grow closer to the Lord together, and to follow your lead. #holymatrimony #dailyreading #wordslikehoney
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“Command me to come to you on the water.” #dailyreading #wavesofmercy #wordslikehoney
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