Still Held: The Harvest Path
Still Held: The Harvest Path is a quiet space for women navigating life after the loss of a husband.
Hosted by a widow who understands the pain of sudden loss, this podcast offers real talk, honest reflection, and soft encouragement for the days when grief feels overwhelming and God feels far away. Whether you're drowning in paperwork, silence, or memories—you’re not alone.
Each episode includes faith-rooted comfort, simple grief practices, and small reminders that you are still held… even when everything else feels broken.
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Still Held: The Harvest Path
BONUS: When the World Goes Quiet — Stories for Stillness: A Valentine’s Story
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BONUS EPISODE — When the World Goes Quiet: Stories for Stillness
This is a gentle, long-form audio story created for rest, quiet, and slowing down — something you can listen to at bedtime, at the sink, on a walk, or whenever the world feels a little too loud.
This Valentine’s story is not about hearts, flowers, or romance. Instead, it’s a soft balm for tender or broken hearts on a day when “love” can feel loud, complicated, or even painful. You’re invited into a quiet, sensory journey through memory, nature, and presence — a space to breathe, let your shoulders drop, and simply be.
In this story, you’ll wander back to my very first day at horse camp as a twelve-year-old: the smell of hay, the steady rhythm of hooves, and a slow, sunlit morning in the barn. Come rest awhile in that wide-open country calm.
You don’t need to do anything but listen.
If this story helps you settle or feel less alone, there are more When the World Goes Quiet — Stories for Stillnessavailable in my private audio library here:
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Earthling, your love is not lost—it's just learning a new language. The porch light's on, the door's unlocked, and there's always room at this table for your beautiful, broken heart.
If you’d like to come sit a while, you can find me at GrandmaFarmer.com.