Hi, I'm Terra
writer of quiet things, gatherer of wonder, watcher of skies...
wife, mom, Mamaw, shepherdess of sheep and of stories.
For years, my words stayed tucked away in journals, scribbled between raising children, running a business, and walking beside my husband in ministry.
Now, in this grandma-season, I sense God’s whisper: Bring the words to light.
I write to remember and to remind:
that God is faithful through trials,
that His presence is steady in both chaos and calm,
that His beauty whispers through the wind in the trees and the soil beneath our
feet.
Because faith is shaped in the ordinary — in the sleepless nights of motherhood, the weight of running a business, the quiet service of ministry, the gentle tending of sheep — through every trial and turning, He has proven Himself faithful. A firm foundation. Always worthy of trust.
The name TERRAH is both mine and more. It’s my first name with a touch of my last, but it also means earth, soil, and nature.
I have always felt closest to God outdoors, where creation itself points to His majesty. As a girl lying on the mountainside in Alaska, I was overwhelmed by His presence and power in a way that shaped my faith for life.
Here, I gather up pieces of life and Scripture, like treasures in jars of clay. For the weary who long for rest. For the steady who still hunger for inspiration. For every woman who wants to remain rooted in His love.
This is my offering: words woven with hope, a hand extended in faith, a reminder that God is near — in the soil, in the storm, in every breath.
Walking with you in faith,
