Wheyyyy good Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies (no refined sugar!)
Okay, here's the thing. I am a MEASURER OF THE HEART. The recipe doesn't always turn out perfect, but ... it's more fun for me (and less dishes to wash🤣).
Homegrown Skincare and Stories from the Shepherd's Heart.
Our story
We’re the Hookers—a family of performers and homesteaders living in the mountains of Utah. We haven't traded the stage for the barn; we’re just doing both! From handcrafted skincare (made with goat milk from our own goats!) to reflections on faith, everything we do is rooted in excellence and our trust in God as the Good Shepherd.
Beyond the soap and the stories, our message is simple and we repeat it daily: "All Things Work Together For Our Good." When you join the Herd, you’re joining a family that believes in simple pleasures: naming the colors of a sunset, kids running barefoot, and the richness of a life lived with hands in the soil and hearts rooted in the right place.
Whether you’re seeking a better bar of soap or a bit of mountain wisdom, welcome to the Herd.
There's a place for you here.
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Her Baby. My Savior.
We had been working outside all day and Baby Guy had finally been worn out enough, I went and laid down with him for his nap. Once he was asleep, I rolled away and went back outside to finish up. After about 45 minutes, he woke up almost as if he had had a nightmare. Shaking, crying, all the things.Â
The Weight of "The Walk"
I'd like to think that for all the triathalons, Half-Marathons (okay, just 1 of those), and Spartan races I've done, that I have spent a lot of my life working out.
Ayeka: Where He Finds You In The Mess
I’ll be honest, I haven’t ever been great about Come Follow Me study. I’ve been off and on, hit, lots of misses, and now we’re in 2026. I’ve made it a goal this year to study every night, even just for a few minutes in the special “journal edition” CFM manual I bought myself for extra support (pro-tip: it's working!).Â
Hooker "Habitat" 2.0
Let's be real ... We get some interesting comments when we tell them we "live in a trailer, parked inside my parents barn."
Just Follow Me
I remember going on some pretty amazing trail rides as a kid. Sometimes they were nice, easy rides; not too steep, nothing too crazy. But sometimes, they were bush-whacking, branch-breaking, skin-cutting adventures. They were exhilarating and I have grown to crave me a good, hard ride ... but as a child, I was terrified.