roots grow at home.
Our greatest mission as moms is within the walls of our own homes. If we want to change the world, we start with the sweet faces right in front of us. We begin at our kitchen tables, sharing God’s Word and His love. I like to call this the ministry of the kitchen table. Grace is served daily and second chances are always served. When we live fully rooted from His love and find our identity solely in Him, our homes become sanctuaries of grace, a grace that can change the world—one heart, one kitchen table, one Rooted Home at a time.
Hey beautiful friend, I’m Michelle
mom of 5 boys (tweens and a teen) and founder of A Rooted Home. I am devoted to equipping moms as they root their homes, identities, and families in Christ and grow their hearts toward God, together. No two families are alike and our children connect with God in their own unique ways (even quadruplets! like ours). When we nurture our relationship with God, it invites our children to do the same. And when we discover God in new ways through our children’s eyes, it helps us all draw closer to Him, together.
As Christ dwells within our hearts and transforms us, we grow in understanding our imperfections allow our kids the space and grace to be imperfect too. Our kids really aren’t looking for a perfect mom, they just want a mom they can talk to, who points them to a God they can talk to always and anywhere. Our Heavenly Father goes before, behind and within them to face in faith whatever may come. What peace this brings to their hearts as well as our own.
Sweet sister, I’m so glad you are here. Please come on in, get comfy, and let us link arms on this journey.
Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in Him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong.-Ephesians 3:17
Home Is sanctuary + Belonging
When we have a place to go and be loved unconditionally, we don’t fear missing out or fitting in. Home is our deepest laugh, the one where we let out that snort that surprises us. Home is the freedom to be our true selves.
May our home be a sanctuary, a safe place to exhale.
May we fight for instead of against one another.
May we live right side up in an upside down world.
May we laugh, protect, celebrate, respect, and love well together,
and when life gets hard as it does,
may we always know home is our place to belong.
A Rooted Home prayer | copyright Michelle Krol
HOME IS GROUNDED IN TRUTH + WATERED WITH GRACE
Home tethers us to truth. We are children of God. We live from this place of love. We cannot earn it and nothing we do can change it. Truth is always rooted in love and watered by grace.
We learn who we are, take risks, fail freely, and sprout our wings at home. We rise and become more resilient with the security and firm foundation of home.
it’s always grace to be growing.
HOME IS OUR FIRST MISSION FIELD
It is a wonderful thing to use our gifts out in the world. And still, we won’t be believable outside of our homes unless we first live out our calling within our homes.
When we start at home, we strengthen the foundation for generations to come.
if you want to bring happiness to the whole world, go home and love your family. – Mother Teresa
Build an Unshakeable Foundation
tHE rain came down,the streams rose,
the winds blew and beat against that house;
yet it did not fall,
because it had its foundation on the rock.
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One look at these sweet faces and I could tell you how I fail them daily, the tears I have cried, the patience I have lost, the worries I have spent, and the fear I have for their future. I would tell you how the older they get, the more influence others have over their lives and self-worth—
and while true, that would only be part of our story, one that we refuse to let anyone or anything else write for us.
If I were telling the whole story, and not the one just focused on our regrets or failures, the one with grace covering it all, I would tell you of the sacrifices made for their stability, the prayers whispered with the rise of the sun, and the confidence in our God who loves them beyond measure.
And I would tell you that the depth of their roots matter. The truth they are grounded in, where they place their confidence, and what they believe about themselves all need to be filtered through the heart of Jesus.
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