I am TynNeyl --A Christian, God Fearin' Mama, & Lifestyle Blogger
Building a life around Faith in Jesus Christ
The God Fearin' Mama Company is not just a blog
It’s a sanctuary of faith, love, and creativity. Here, you’ll find God’s glory displayed in all the raw, messy, unedited, heartfelt stories of motherhood, thoughtful reflections on marriage and children, sporting adventures, flavorful recipes, creative journaling, and inspiring crafts.
Through these pages, I aim to inspire, uplift, and nurture your spirit and relationship with God.
Recent Posts
There’s power in our words
Have you ever had one of those days where literally every little thing that could go wrong or be wrong just does or is? Maybe you didn’t sleep well the night before? Maybe the laundry and dishes are piling...
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My take on john 3:16
For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believes in Him shall not parish, but have everlasting life. -John 3:16 Arguably, one of the most popular verses in the bible. I’ve heard this...
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Puppies, Puppies, Puppies, and More Puppies
I am a self-proclaimed dreamer. Skyler, my husband, jokes frequently that if he weren’t here to weigh me down, I’d float away because my head is constantly in the clouds. In return, I just remind him that he’s just...
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How It Started
They say smell is the best trigger for memories. I don't know what it looked like or felt like or smelled like the first time you were introduced to Jesus, but for me it was in a dimly lit hallway, in the basement of my grandparent's church with a woman who's name I can't recall today. But I do remember the smell. Mothballs. She was an older woman. At least 65. Short hair that was mostly silver, but scattered throughout the curls, some of the silver strands had long since lost their shine and were now a pale white.
I Once Was Lost
In the years that followed my relationship with God was…well shallow at best. Truth was, I had become stagnant in my faith and content in my sin. No. Content isn’t the right word. Lavished in my sin is more like it. I flaunted it. I adorned myself with it as if it were a badge of honor that should be shared proudly with the world. Unapologetically me.
But Now I'm Found
He was alive. PRAISE GOD! He was alive. He actually managed to walk away from the whole accident with nothing more than some serious scrapes and bruises.Well, some serious scrapes and bruises and a whole new outlook on life. Though we didn’t talk about it much, we were both very aware of how close we were to losing him, how much worse every part of that accident could’ve been.