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The Fated Find, Lucas, TX (2025)

10/10/2025

It’s been awhile since I’ve shown my face on here so thought I’d introduce myself this lovely Friday and fill you in on what I’ve been up to.

My name is Suyapa and I’m a mother to three beautiful littles five and under and a wife to my husband of 13 years. I stay at home full time and am very greatly for that. There’s so much to learn and do in the stay-at-home space and I’m all for learning how to be a zealous contributor to my home. I’m a lifelong follower of Jesus. I say lifelong because even when I didn’t know I was His, I was His. I desire to know Him fully, that He may shine through in all I do.

If you were keeping up with my garden stories this summer, just know the garden had a lovely life, while it lasted. 😆 I don’t mess with Texas heat so sometime after August, I just let it run its course on its own. The chickens loved the free veggies and floral shade though so I’m not too sad about its demise. An automated watering system is in talks for next year’s garden. ✌🏽

In my hands (birthday nail polish still going strong by the way) in this self-portrait is a full jar of a turmeric-based concoction I’ve made more than once and have really enjoyed this summer. One 24 oz jar is a weeks worth of morning shots that naturally reduces inflammation and helps alkalinize my body - something I’ve targeted this summer health-wise and have seen and felt results. I will share more soon because it’s done so much good. 😊

That is all I got. It’s Friday. Be safe. Walk in love. God bless!

08/13/2025

Some of my favorite childhood memories are the ones where my mom would pop open a cold can of Pillsbury biscuit dough and fry them up to doughnut and doughnut hole perfection. She never bothered with making a glaze for them but made sure to dust them up good with plain sugar and cinnamon. They always hit the spot in my belly. 😋

So of course I made my babies the same, with slight improvements. I made the dough from scratch and fried them in avocado oil. You see, I am my own mother - improving where improvements can be found. I think many of us can say our mothers did the best with what they knew and improved upon the experience they had with their mothers. It’s an unspoken honor system we carry on that initiates when we hear the cry of our firstborn. It’s then when we realize improvement is not optional - it’s a must. If we, as mothers (and fathers) don’t press on in our parental roles for the sake of those most dependent on us, who will?

As homemaker and queen of my house, I desire to become who God aspires me to be. To be all that I can be in Christ, is a life journey. If one foot forward looks like putting in a few more hours to punch out some doughnuts out of real dough, then so be it. If one foot forward looks like praying over your spouse and babies more than you ever have, then so be it. If one foot forward looks like counseling myself with all the resources out there to be level-headed when my toddler throws a tantrum, then so be it. I may not ever achieve perfection in the many skills I acquire or roles I fill in my lifetime but I know without a doubt all the effort and toil is part of God’s perfect plan for me and those entrusted to my care.

🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

06/25/2025

A harvest not yet bountiful but one that represents progress. Always, always be proud - and dare I say - delighted, of the progress.

08/02/2024

We weren’t speaking to each other. Not after the silly little spat we had about who knows what. My husband and I minded to small chores around the house (me) and in the backyard (him) in order to avoid having to be in each other’s presence. After a few minutes of picking up dirty socks, crumbs off the floor, blocks and unclothed baby dolls, my husband exploded into the room I was in with a huge smile on his face. Confused, I looked at him with my still-upset-with-you, furrowed eyebrows and locked eyes onto the object in his outstretched hand. “It’s a blue egg! They finally gave us a blue egg!” he excitedly exclaimed and rushed over to my side to let me have a feel for it. I inspected it as if the claim of a blue egg needed another review and then proceeded to jump around with the egg in my hand, squealing through my teeth so as not to wake the babies. If you’d seen us through the window, you would’ve thought we’d won the lottery. And when I think about it more and more, we kind of did. Not entirely because of the debut appearance of a beautiful blue egg from one of our backyard chickens - although, yes, a very euphoric moment indeed. But mostly because I realized my husband and I, in that moment with the blue egg, chose to step into a process of forgiveness over building walls of offense. Whatever was left brewing between us quickly grew cold because we decided to grab hold of the joy gifted to us in the form of a blue chicken egg. And as I go deeper in thought, the opportunity to make amends with each other might’ve never presented itself had we not been intentional with breed selection based on egg color. In other words, being purposeful with our backyard chicken project seeded the saving grace we needed in a time of trouble.

LIVING INTENTIONALLY IS A SEED THAT SPROUTS AND VINES WHOLEHEARTEDLY FOR THE GOOD OF US.

Truly. I’ve experienced it and my blue-egg chicken story above is a testament to that. Be encouraged and look for opportunities to to lay seeds of intentional living in your own life. It will do you and your home good!

“Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity…” Ephesians‬ ‭5‬:‭15‬-‭16‬

11/15/2023

I got some fall cleaning in today. I truly wasn’t expecting to move furniture around and wipe down all the window sills, didn’t think I had it in me. Turns out I did, haha. There must’ve been something about seeing finger-wiping type of dust hanging around where you and your babies sleep that got me going, and I’m okay with that. It was a natural awakening that happened and instead of resisting, instead of weighing how much effort I was putting in to that of my husband’s, I simply listened to my maternal/personal hygiene instincts. And it felt sooo good afterwards.

This is where I’m at now, as a stay-at-home-mom, wife, and thriving individual. I’m doing as I feel ought to be done around the house, simply. I’m not breaking my back, nor fretting when things get (and stay, on occasion) a little messy because of play time or meal time. You better believe I’m tasking things out for my husband to handle like unloading the dishwasher, taking out the trash, etc. and I’m thankful he’s come around to taking direction in this area. But when my hands get to work, with what sometimes might seem like a bigger load, I’m doing it from a place of peace and less resistance. And I like it and am proud of myself (and I know God is proud of me, too) for finally arriving to this resolution with myself because you know what, it’s not an easy place to get to for some of us mamas out there. And that’s okay because we do eventually get there. Just keep becoming and you’ll see.

06/15/2023

Hello almost 6 months later! Oh my, it has been a good bit since I’ve made a peep on here. Once I shut down my vintage shop for Christmas last year, I really enjoyed the down-time with my wee-little girls and kind of have stayed in that mindset since. I’ve really been enjoying mothering and creating in myself a heart for home. I have to say, if seeking vintage finds and thrifting has taught me anything, it’s to love the practical and inch forth towards intentional and wholesome living. Running a vintage and pre-loved goods shop, with everything that it entails, helped create in me a desire for structure, organization, and intentionality in my life.

As many of you might not know, I am a full-time mom, homemaker and a part-time photographer. If you couldn’t tell by the photos I took of my inventory, I love not only a good photo but also the process of writing/speaking and creating content. In these past 6 months, I’ve realized a call to share and express creatively this place that I am in as a human being, a woman, with all these titles – mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and ultimately a believer in Christ. This tug on my heart has been very real and in response to it, I will be liquidating all of my vintage and pre-loved goods inventory to someone or someone(s) local to my area, here in North Texas. I’ve kept a few things I found while sourcing for you all and am thankful for discovering a sustainable way to shop. Going forward, in lieu of selling things, I’ll be sharing my experiences and what I’ve learned as a learning-doing homemaker and creative. What you’re going to see is me adapting to the practical in pursuit of intentional and wholesome living. With that being said, I really hope you stick around to conversate with me on the new route I’ll be taking with this account. I might change the name but for now I’ll still be The Fated Find since I still hope someone will happen across my gram and see that it was not by chance but by fate (continued in comments).

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