✝️ Faith, Family, and Fried Eggs: How We Keep Our Priorities (Mostly) in Order

by Samantha at ChickensCookiesClosings

Let me just start by saying: if you think fried eggs don’t belong in a blog about priorities, you’ve clearly never tried gathering eggs in your robe at 6am with a five-year-old asking why chickens don’t wear pants.

Hi, I’m Samantha — Jesus follower, homeschool mama, hen whisperer, real estate gal, baker of things both sweet and savory, and a wife who’s madly in love with her man of ten years. Around here, we don’t just try to “balance it all” — we put our priorities in a cast iron skillet and pray they don’t burn.

Faith First, Always

Our lives are built on the unshakable rock that is Jesus. That doesn’t mean every day starts with a peaceful Bible study by candlelight (sometimes it’s more like reading scripture while flipping bacon and refereeing a Lego war). But it does mean that no matter what, our foundation is in Him.

We pray together — over meals, before showings, during hard days, and after joyful ones. My son may not know how to tie his shoes yet, but he knows Who to run to when he’s scared, and that’s a mama win.

Family Is Everything

In our home, family isn’t just blood — it’s chosen. It’s community. It’s people who know the mess and show up anyway (sometimes with casseroles).

I’m a proud IVF mama to my miracle boy, and I carry the memory of nine angel babies in my heart. Every child is a reminder of God’s plan and provision — even when I don’t understand it. Being his mama isn’t just my job, it’s my calling. Whether we’re homeschooling, baking, or teaching him why Felicia the Silkie hen keeps trying to hatch golf balls, I’m all in.

And Cory — oh, that man. Hardworking, faithful, and the only one I trust to do bedtime stories and not burn the sourdough. Our marriage is our compass. We keep each other centered with a healthy mix of prayer, patience, and playful sarcasm.

And Then… the Fried Eggs

Now let’s talk about the real MVPs: our chickens. Yes, Pickles, Betty, Reba, Bluey, Kit, Felicia, and Chauncey — you matter. There’s something sacred in the simplicity of gathering eggs, feeding the flock, and watching our son learn responsibility one cracked egg at a time.

Fried eggs remind me of how God works — turning something humble into something holy. They’re the quiet in the morning chaos. They’re breakfast around our table, where giggles and gratitude meet grace.

Plus, let’s be real: when you’ve got fresh eggs from happy hens, your priorities can’t help but align — at least until one of them escapes into the neighbor’s yard.

Final Thoughts From the Coop

Life isn’t perfectly ordered. Sometimes faith feels far, family gets loud, and the eggs are scrambled (both figuratively and literally). But we keep showing up. We keep choosing grace. We keep leaning on the Lord and laughing through the mess.

If you ever feel like you’re juggling devotionals, dinner, and deadlines while holding a chicken under one arm — you’re not alone. You’re in good company here at ChickensCookiesClosings. Pull up a chair, crack an egg, and let’s keep our eyes on what truly matters.

From my coop to yours,
Samantha 🐓
Faith-Filled | Family-First | Egg-Centric Real Estate Mama
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