Jesus set me free & made me royalty! Blessed wife of RC Sproul Jr. Mom. GMa.Clinical Nutritionist. Founder of The Purpose Driven Wife & The Well Nourished Life.
The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman.
- Elisabeth Elliot
For years, we @rcsprouljr had longed for a homestead. Then God put it our hands. We restored the ground, and began planning and dreaming about building a home there… a place where generations could gather, where we could continue cultivating the life we love.
Then everything changed.
When we found out RC was in heart failure, we did what we’ve learned to do through every season of uncertainty: we inquired of the Lord. We laid our plans before Him and asked, “What would You have us do?”
The answer wasn’t complicated. We both sensed the Lord reminding us to use what was already in our hands.
We sleep at our farm. We pay taxes at our farm. Yet in many ways, we live in two worlds. We had homes that had served our family well, and rather than seeing them only as places from our past, we began to view them as tools God had already provided for our future.
What was in our hand?
Our personal dwellings.
So we opened them to others through Airbnb.
What began as a simple act of obedience has become something beautiful to witness. Families needing respite have come. Traveling professionals have found rest. Couples have celebrated anniversaries. Guests have sat on porches, watched sunsets, listened to the quiet, and experienced peace. Every reservation has reminded us that God often multiplies what we already possess when we are willing to place it in His hands.
I don’t know how long the Lord will allow this season to continue. I don’t know what the next chapter will look like. But I know this: it has been a beautiful journey.
I have always had an entrepreneurial mindset. So did my parents, and so did their clans before him. There is something deeply satisfying about building, creating, stewarding, and taking a risk on a dream God places in your heart. It isn’t merely about making money. It’s about seeing possibility where others see limitation. It’s about working with your hands, solving problems, creating beauty, serving people, and leaving something better than you found it.
I love the process.
I love watching an idea become reality.
I love seeing God’s fingerprints all over the work of our hands.
Sometimes we pray for God to send something new while overlooking what He has already entrusted to us. Moses had a staff. The widow had a jar of oil. A little boy had loaves and fish. Again and again throughout Scripture, God asked people to surrender what was already in their possession and then did the miraculous with it.
Perhaps the miracle you’ve been praying for is hidden in what is already in your hand.
We never imagined that a frightening diagnosis would become the catalyst for a new adventure. Yet here we are, watching God provide, guide, and bless in ways we never could have orchestrated ourselves.
He truly does do exceedingly abundantly above all we ask or imagine.
So dream the dream God has placed within you. Work diligently. Hold your plans loosely. Be willing to pivot when He redirects your steps. Steward faithfully what He has already given you.
And then stand back in awe as God breathes upon ordinary offerings and turns them into something extraordinary.
Once upon a time, before the foundations of the earth were laid, in the mysterious providence of God, He brought R.C. @rcsprouljr into my life.
A man full of wit and wisdom. A man marked by romance and beauty of soul. A man of faithfulness and clarity. A man of strength and character.
A man who, by the grace of God, has learned to steward even his failures with humility and truth.
He is a grill master who delights in gathering people around a table. A writer whose words have comforted and challenged many. A lover of good food and meaningful conversation. A poet at heart. An editor of thoughts and manuscripts. A teacher. A thinker. A man who has counted the cost and chosen to walk in truth, wherever that path has led.
He has known suffering and joy, abundance and loss, misunderstanding and grace. Yet through it all, he has remained steadfast—loving God, loving his family, and continuing to place one foot in front of the other with courage.
By God’s marvelous kindness, He gave this man to me.
Our Father delights in weaving stories of redemption. He takes two imperfect people, shaped by both sorrow and hope, and creates something beautiful through covenant.
I have laughed beside him, prayed beside him, grieved beside him, and rejoiced beside him. I have watched him lead with conviction, repent with sincerity, rest in God’s mercy, and extend grace to others.
And in every season, I remain profoundly grateful.
Of all the gifts the Lord has entrusted to my care, being his wife is among the sweetest.
What God has written, only eternity will fully tell.
And I will forever thank Him that, in His providence, He brought R.C. to me.
Happy 80th Birthday to President Donald Trump!
Let us pray for his health, safety, and that he is guided by the Lord to lead the American people.
Have a great birthday, @realDonaldTrump! 🥳🎉🎂
Sabbatical has been a beautiful gift for my dear husband @rcsprouljr. I see the difference in him. The rest has been good for his soul, his mind, and his body. Watching him slow down, breathe deeper, and simply enjoy the life God has given us has been a blessing.
My husband is many things, but above all, he is my best friend. I am grateful for his leadership over our family, his tender heart, his passion, his fiery moments, and his willingness to rest well.
We have a rhythm to our days. We enjoy one another’s company. We laugh and share freely. We find joy in simple moments. Home is a sanctuary, a place of peace, comfort, and gratitude.
One of God’s sweetest gifts to me has been the privilege of bringing him comfort and joy after all he has poured into others. Marriage is not merely sharing a house; it is sharing a life. It is walking together through victories and valleys, learning one another’s strengths and weaknesses, and choosing daily to love well.
These days remind me how rich life truly is. Not because everything is perfect, but because God’s kindness is found in shared moments, quiet mornings together, shared meals, afternoon conversations, bringing our day to close and the peace that comes from simply being side by side with your best friend.
For all of it, I am deeply grateful.
Did you put in a garden this year?
My shelves are beginning to need filling again with nature’s bounty. It’s both rewarding and satisfying preserving food- washing, chopping, canning, freezing, and storing away the harvest. It’s more than filling a pantry; it’s stewarding God’s provision and preparing for the seasons ahead.
The garden teaches patience, perseverance, and gratitude. Tiny seeds become abundant blessings. Long days of work become jars lined neatly on shelves, reminders of the faithfulness of God and the fruit of diligent hands @rcsprouljr.
The harvest season a couple months away still, but I find myself looking forward to the task of preserving once again…stocking shelves with tomatoes, pickles, jams, vegetables, meals in a jar, and all the goodness that comes from the soil. Every jar tells a story of provision, hard work, and the joy of creating something with your own hands.
As long as the good Lord provides, we want to steward all he’s put in our hands.
What are you growing this year? 🌱🍅🥒🥕
To the person who’s done, I get you.
Done means done.
Done with foolishness.
Done with lies.
Done with manipulation.
Done with troublemakers.
Done with people who continually choose evil over what is right.
Yep. Done.
There is great freedom that comes when you finally stop fighting battles God never asked you to fight.
For years, God was showing you who they were, but you kept hoping. Kept trying. Kept extending grace to people who had no interest in repentance, truth, or peace.
Some people are so steeped in their sin and their own narrative that they cannot hear correction. They do not want truth. They do not want reconciliation. They thrive on anger, division, and strife.
Scripture is clear:
“But now I am writing to you that you must not associate with anyone who claims to be a brother or sister but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or slanderer, a drunkard or swindler. Do not even eat with such people.” (1 Corinthians 5:11, NIV)
What does God tell us to do?
Pray for our enemies.
Not chase them.
Not fix them.
Not carry them.
Pray for them.
And then trust God to deal with what belongs to Him.
Psalm 23 reminds us that He prepares a table before us in the presence of our enemies. While they rage, accuse, manipulate, and scheme, God is still blessing, protecting, and providing for His people.
Recognize this: God rescued you from them.
You do not have to keep proving your case.
You do not have to keep defending yourself.
You do not have to keep returning to the same broken cycle.
Let Him hold you.
They are no longer your burden to carry.
They belong to Him.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” (Exodus 14:14, NIV)
The healing place is done.
Lisa and I on Jezebel and God’s grace. The shame underlying “Pride” parades, our call to love His law and hanging out at the pool. Check out this week's Jesus Changes Everything Podcast.👇
Every Sunday for the last six years, my pastor has faithfully led me through the Scriptures.
Week after week, verse by verse, he has opened God’s Word with care, conviction, and reverence. He is not a man interested in shortcuts or sound bites. He labors over the text because he believes every word God has given is precious and worthy of our attention. Exposition is not merely a method to him, it is an act of worship.
Each Lord’s Day has been marked by familiar graces: the preaching of the Word, the singing of the saints, the sharing of communion, and the joy of gathering as God’s people.
My pastor taught large crowds on impressive platforms. Yet, he has always loved the beauty of a small congregation, the intimacy of shared lives, familiar faces, lingering conversations, and meals enjoyed around the same table. He believes shepherding is not merely preaching from a pulpit but walking alongside people through births and funerals, celebrations and sorrows, victories and failures.
For six years, I have had the unique privilege of watching that shepherd up close.
My pastor is my husband @rcsprouljr. And what a gift that has been.
The congregation sees the man who teaches. I see the man who on his knees privately prays over his congregation. A man who pleads with God for more time on earth to teach His Word. A man who spends hours wrestling through difficult passages because he desires to handle God’s Word faithfully. The man who rejoices when someone grasps a truth of Scripture and who grieves when one of his sheep is hurting.
He is full of grace. Full of humor. Quick to laugh. Quick to encourage. Gentle with the wounded. Fierce when defending the truth. He has taught me more about perseverance than he will ever know.
A couple of months ago, he stepped away on sabbatical.
After years of carrying heavy burdens, pouring himself out, and more recently facing serious health challenges, the pause became necessary.
And it has been good.
Good for his heart.
Good for his mind.
Good for his soul.
The man who has spent years nourishing others has finally had an opportunity to be nourished himself.
I have watched some of the weariness leave his face. I have seen moments of peace return. I have seen him rest without immediately reaching for the next responsibility. I have watched him enjoy simple things again.
Sabbath is God’s gift to His people, and perhaps nowhere is that gift more needed than among those who spend their lives caring for others.
I love hearing him preach every Sunday.
I love sitting under his teaching.
I love watching him stand behind the pulpit with Bible in hand, eager to show us Christ from the text. But I am deeply grateful for this season of rest.
Because before he is a pastor, he is a son of God. Before he is a shepherd, he is one of Christ’s sheep. And the Chief Shepherd has been caring for him. For that, I am thankful.
The same Lord he has faithfully proclaimed to others for decades is now gently restoring him. And what a beautiful thing it is to watch the Shepherd shepherd the shepherd. ❤️
What people rarely understand about well known Christian families is that public influence does not erase private humanity.
For years, I think even I subconsciously imagined that families attached to enormous ministry platforms somehow operated differently than ordinary people. That influence, theology, intellect, and respectability would naturally produce emotional health, humility, and peace behind closed doors. That those who are at the top of the food chain in Christianity walked closer to God than the rest of us.
But after nearly ten years of marriage into the Sproul family, what surprised me most was not fame, notoriety, or theological brilliance. It was how deeply human it all really was.
People often ask me:
“What is it like to be married to RC Sproul Jr.?” @rcsprouljr
And the truth is, the answer has very little to do with celebrity Christianity.
It has to do with watching a man carry enormous grief. It has to do with witnessing the pressure of living beneath a respected family name while simultaneously feeling misunderstood by the very people whose love mattered deeply to him.
It has to do with discovering that admired Christian families still wrestle with fractures, coping mechanisms, disappointments, estrangements, and deeply private sorrows like everyone else.
One of the things that genuinely surprised me was realizing how normalized certain unhealthy coping dynamics had become within the family culture. Families often normalize the very things they use to survive emotionally. What insiders stop noticing can feel deeply revealing to outsiders.
And I say this not with condemnation, but with compassion. Because suffering does strange things to people. Public life does strange things to families. Pressure does strange things to human beings.
The older I get, I understand how grief, fear, pride, loyalty, image, silence, and unresolved wounds shape generations.
What I witnessed was not a fairy tale Christian dynasty untouched by suffering. What has mattered most to me is not the Sproul name, but the man I married.
A man who continued loving through heartbreak. A man who endured public criticism, financial hardship, fractured relationships, and serious health struggles without losing his faith in God. A man who kept getting back up.
Most people never saw that side. They saw sermons. Platforms. Books. Conferences.
Opinions.
I saw exhaustion. Prayer in the dark. Disappointment. Grief. And a human being trying to keep breathing beneath immense pressure.
Perhaps that is the real story.
Not celebrity.
Not influence.
Not public mythology.
But the sobering realization that even the families most admired by the Church remain deeply dependent upon grace.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
My husband @rcsprouljr got out to pump gas, as he normally does. As I looked through my side-view mirror, I saw an exhausted man.
For years we had prayed through a situation that had taken its toll on him in nearly every way a man can be worn down. This photo captured what words could not. He looked beaten down. His heart was failing and we did not know it. He could barely get out of bed for more than a couple hours at a time. His appetite disappeared. He felt defeated, yet he kept clinging to God with everything in him.
Shortly after this photo was taken, my husband was diagnosed with Broken Heart Syndrome. As we sat in the doctor’s office hearing those words, so many questions flooded our minds. The weight of prolonged stress, grief, pressure, and heartbreak had taken a physical toll on his body.
What we now see as mercy began during the week of Christmas. He started bleeding from his bowels and I urged him to go to the ER. Thank God he listened. What seemed like one crisis uncovered another. The CT scan revealed his enlarged heart. Had that bleeding not happened, we may not have discovered the severity of his condition when we did.
Even then, it took months to get the testing completed, to get into cardiology, and to find the right medications. Yet by the marvelous grace of God, the medications began working quickly and his ejection fraction started rising.
This past Sunday the doctor personally called him to check in. He told him how pleased he was with how fast his EF had improved and admitted he had not expected such rapid progress. Those words brought deep encouragement to our hearts.
And for me personally, there is relief in the quiet things. Hearing deeper breathing beside me at night instead of shallow, rapid breaths. Seeing color return to his face where grayness and exhaustion once lived. Watching strength slowly return to a man who has carried so much for so long.
The prayers lifted before the throne room of God have not gone unheard.
I am not taking one day for granted. Not one. My husband is my mission field. My children are my mission field. Our home is our refuge. And by God’s grace, may He grant us many more years together to serve Him and proclaim His goodness.
“No weapon formed against you shall prosper…” Isaiah 54:17
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
Snow.
If you know my husband @rcsprouljr, you know his deep love for snow, cold mornings, C. S. Lewis, and the world of The Chronicles of Narnia. He longs for a world where Aslan is always on the move, where winter whispers through the trees, where lampposts glow softly in the dark, and every snowfall feels like the mercy of God covering the earth in quiet holiness.
There is something about snow that slows the soul. It hushes the noise of the world. It blankets the broken places and makes even the hardest landscapes appear gentle again. My husband has always loved that stillness. The way snow falls without striving. The way it turns ordinary fields into something sacred and storybook-like.
When the first flakes begin to fall, there is a childlike wonder that awakens in him. Not escapism, but longing. A longing for beauty untouched by corruption. A longing for the eternal Kingdom where all things are made new.
And perhaps that is why he loves Narnia so deeply. Not merely because of fantasy, but because hidden within it is the echo of the Gospel itself. The sacrifice of the Lion. The triumph over death. The deeper magic. The hope that winter does not last forever.
Some people see snow as cold and inconvenient. He sees glory in it. He sees fingerprints of the Creator in every drifting flake. He sees Psalm 51:7 come alive: “Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”
And honestly, one of my favorite things is watching the joy come over him when the world outside turns white. For a moment, the burdens lighten. The ache quiets. The professor, the preacher, the weary man becomes a boy again standing at the edge of Narnia, waiting for Aslan to appear through the snow-covered trees.
I give thanks to God for every prayer lifted before the throne room of heaven on behalf of my husband, @rcsprouljr. The medications are working. The cardiologist told us medicine is all he has right now, but by God’s grace, it is helping.
We are praying the Lord would extend his days into decades, that he may continue proclaiming the works of the Lord, preaching the Gospel to the nations, and testifying to the faithfulness of Christ Jesus.
“I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord.” Psalm 118:17
Two hundred and fifty years ago today — on May 17th, 1776 — the Second Continental Congress called for a day of humiliation, fasting, and prayer.
Today, exactly 250 years later, we gather to do the same. To humbly ask once more for God's mercy and guidance — as we enter the next 250 years of this republic.
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