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Widow • Mom of 4 • Rodeo Producer
✝️ Following Jesus through grief, motherhood & God's calling
🤎 Raising the next generation in faith, character & the Western way of life
🐂 0890 Bucking Bulls

10/26/2026

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

What does it mean to say “Hallelujah, even here?”It means you’ll still praise Him when all that’s left of the life you k...
10/26/2026

What does it mean to say “Hallelujah, even here?”
It means you’ll still praise Him when all that’s left of the life you knew is ashes.
It means you’ll keep walking, even when the only path forward leads straight through the fire.
It means that when the dreams fall apart, the prayers go unanswered, and the world you knew lies in pieces at your feet, you still believe God is good.
You’ll follow the pathway of ashes if it means you can hold the hand of the One who knows the way.
Not because the circumstances are good.�Not because you understand what He’s doing.�But because you know WHO He is.
Remember Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego?
They were thrown into a fiery furnace, surrounded by flames that should have destroyed them. But they weren’t alone. There was a fourth man walking with them in the fire.
God didn’t keep them out of the furnace. He met them in it.
Sometimes that’s where we discover Him in ways we never could have imagined.
So maybe “Hallelujah, even here” means praising Him in the middle of the mess.
Trusting Him in the middle of the unknown.
And believing that even when everything around you is burning, the fire doesn’t ruin what God has next.
You can trust that if God didn’t prevent the fire but he allowed it… He has a plan.
So get up, drink your coffee with tears in your eyes and hope in your heart.
Keep walking.
Let God handle the rest.
Even here.�Even now.�Even when it hurts.
HALLELUJAH, EVEN HERE. 🙌🏻
“When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned.” — Isaiah 43:2

🐂Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

The world is hard on beautiful things. Especially the quiet ones.The ones that don’t need the spotlight.The ones working...
10/26/2026

The world is hard on beautiful things.
Especially the quiet ones.
The ones that don’t need the spotlight.
The ones working behind the scenes, helping other people shine.
Those are often the souls life seems to burn the hardest.
When the fires come, they don’t always come with a warning.
Sometimes, like a thief in the night, everything you thought was secure turns to ash.
The world doesn’t stop.
The sun still rises.
The coffee still brews.
People still laugh, make plans, and go about their days.
While you’re sitting in the ashes of a life you barely recognize, it can feel like the rest of the world hasn’t even noticed the fire.
But just because the world didn’t see what burned down doesn’t mean God didn’t see what it cost you.
Oftentimes in the ashes we discover where our strength was coming from all along.
Not from our ability to hold everything together.
Not from being the strongest person in the room.
Not from pretending we aren’t hurting.
But from the God who holds us together when everything else falls apart.
And slowly, something begins to change.
We start seeing the world differently.
We recognize blessings wrapped in packages we never would have chosen.
We begin to understand that some of the most beautiful things God grows in us take root in the places we thought would destroy us.
He gives us new eyes to see beyond the destruction.
And a heart that can still love after loss.
Still hope after disappointment.
Still believe after unanswered prayers.
Not because the fire didn’t hurt.
But because the fire doesn’t end our story.
God is not asking you to pretend the ashes are beautiful.
Some things really did hurt.
Some losses really did change you.
Some chapters really did leave scars you will carry for the rest of your life.
But even there, His goodness remains.
You can praise Him in the storm.
Thank Him for His faithfulness while sitting in the ashes.
And cling to His hand when the waves are higher than your ability to stand.
You can grieve what was lost and still trust the One who holds your future.
The same God who meets you in the ruins is the God who knows how to bring life out of what looks finished.
And if you're sitting in a season you never would have chosen, wondering how anything beautiful could possibly come from this…
Hold on.
The story isn't over just because this chapter broke your heart.
Sometimes the most beautiful things aren’t the ones that never went through the fire.
They are the ones God taught to grow again. ❤️

🐂Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

Beauty from ashes.We say those words, but have you ever stopped to think about what happens after a fire?Sometimes, a fi...
10/25/2026

Beauty from ashes.
We say those words, but have you ever stopped to think about what happens after a fire?
Sometimes, a fire clears away the dead grass, the tangled debris, and the overgrowth that keep sunlight and water from reaching the soil.
And underneath all that destruction, something remarkable is happening and we don’t even realize it.
The growth points of grass survives safely at or below the soil’s surface. While the fire burns away what is dead and overgrown above, the roots and protected growing points can remain alive.
Amazing isn’t it?
And when the conditions are right, new green shoots begin to push through the ashes.
The key here is the fire isn’t the end.
God works in our lives that way too doesn’t He?
Sometimes life burns down everything we thought our future would look like.
The plans fall apart.
The doors close.
The prayers go unanswered in the way we hoped.
The things we thought we couldn’t live without are suddenly gone.
And we stand there looking at the ashes, wondering how anything good could possibly come from what just burned.
But what if the ashes aren’t the end of your story?
What if, underneath all the heartbreak, disappointment, and things you don’t understand, God is still protecting something you cannot yet see?
What if the fire has exposed the things that were choking out your growth?
The fear that kept you from trusting Him.
The distractions that kept you from hearing Him.
The relationships that were pulling you away from Him.
The version of your future you were holding so tightly that you couldn’t imagine the beauty of what He might do next.
Not every painful thing that happens is something God sent to destroy or teach us a lesson. We live in a broken world, and some fires leave scars that take a long time to heal.
But even there, God is able to bring life out of places we thought were beyond recovery.
Isaiah 61:3 tells us He gives us “beauty for ashes.”
Not because the ashes never existed.
Not because the fire didn't hurt.
But because our God is a Redeemer.
He can meet you and your broken heart and teach you to recognize His faithfulness in a life you never expected.
After the smoke clears, you begin to see that the things you thought were the end of you did not have the power to end what God was growing in you.
The ashes are real.
The loss is real.
The healing may take time.
But so is the God who brings dead places to life.
So if you're standing in the middle of the ashes, don't assume nothing is growing just because you can't see it yet.
Keep praying.
Keep trusting.
Keep putting one foot in front of the other.
Maybe one day, you'll look back at the ground you thought would never grow again and see green shoots pushing through.
Not because the fire was good.
But because God was still good in the middle of it.
The fire may have changed your landscape, but it does not have to destroy your future.

🐂Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

Some of the toughest people in the world are running on empty, and nobody around them even knows it.Out here in the west...
10/23/2026

Some of the toughest people in the world are running on empty, and nobody around them even knows it.
Out here in the western world, we learn early that quitting isn't always an option.
The cattle still need feeding.
The bills still need paying.
The kids still need raising.
And the work doesn't stop just because your heart is hurting.
So you get up before daylight.
You drink your hot coffee.
You put on your boots.
You go to work.
You show up.
You do what needs to be done.
And from the outside, everybody thinks you're doing just fine.
But nobody sees what happens when the day gets quiet.
Nobody hears the prayers you whisper when you don't know what else to say.
Nobody knows how many times you've asked God, "Lord, how much longer am I supposed to keep walking this road?"
The hardest battles are fought in the middle of an ordinary Tuesday when you're exhausted from carrying a life you never imagined you'd have.
They're fought when the money doesn't stretch far enough.
When the person you thought would grow old beside you is gone.
When the dream you've prayed over for years seems further away than ever.
When you're doing everything you know to do, but you still can't see where God is leading you.
And the hardest part?
You still have to get up tomorrow and do it all again.
But I've been thinking about something.
What if God never asked us to be strong enough to carry our whole lives by ourself?
What if part of learning to walk by faith is learning that you were never supposed to?
We talk a lot about grit.
About getting back on.
About dusting yourself off.
About refusing to let a hard fall be the end of your story.
And there's something beautiful about that kind of perseverance.
But even the strongest cowboy needs help sometimes.
Even the toughest ones have moment when the wind gets knocked out of them.
In the same way even the most faithful Christian can reach a point where all they have left is a whispered prayer and the decision to trust God one more day.
That doesn't make you’re weak.
It makes you’re human.
And it makes the grace of God all the more precious.
Because Psalm 46:1 reminds us that God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Not just after the trouble is over.
Not just when the bills are paid, the grief has eased, and the future finally makes sense.
IN the trouble. Right there in the middle of the mess.
Right there when your faith feels small and your problems feel bigger than you can handle.
Right there when you don't have a testimony about how God brought you through yet because you're still trying to figure out how to make it through today.
God is not waiting for you to get strong enough to deserve His help.
You can come to Him tired.
You can come to Him disappointed.
You can come to Him with questions you don't know how to answer and prayers that sound more like tears than words.
You don't have to clean up your brokenness before you bring it to the One who heals broken hearts.
And you don't have to mistake exhaustion for failure.
Sometimes the most faithful thing you can do is stop trying to carry everything in your own strength and let God carry you.
Maybe He's not asking you to figure out the next year.
Maybe He's not asking you to understand why the road got so hard.
Maybe today He’s inviting you to trust Him with the next step.
One more day of believing that even here, God has not left you.
So if you're reading this with a tired heart, just know-
You can love Jesus and still have hard days.
You can trust God's plan and still wish the road looked different.
You can be grateful for His goodness and still grieve what you've lost.
And you can be worn down by the journey without being disqualified from the calling.
Sometimes the strongest faith isn't the kind that stands tall in front of everybody.
Sometimes it's the kind that falls to its knees in the quiet and whispers, "Jesus, I can't do this without You."
And then, by His grace, takes the next step.
Not because the road got easier.
But because you remembered who walks beside you.

🐂 Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

The forest doesn’t ask permission to grow back after the fire.And neither do I. Some of the things I thought would bury ...
10/22/2026

The forest doesn’t ask permission to grow back after the fire.
And neither do I.
Some of the things I thought would bury me became the very ground beneath my feet.
Some of the hardest seasons of my life became the soil God used to grow something in me that comfort never could.
You can carry the scars and still become something beautiful.
You can grieve what you lost and still be grateful for what remains.
You can remember every chapter of the story without allowing the darkest chapter to write the ending.
Because every wild thing knows something about survival.
When the sky goes black, when the ground turns to ash, when everything that once felt familiar disappears…
Life finds a way to grow again.
What grows back is stronger because it learned how to reach for the light in the dark.
I’m not the same woman I used to be.
Some of my anger became truth.
Some of my sadness became compassion.
Some of my brokenness taught me how to recognize pain in people who never speak about theirs.
I used to think healing meant becoming who I was before everything fell apart.
Now I understand that sometimes healing means becoming someone new.
Someone wiser.
Someone softer in the places that matter and stronger in the places that count.
Someone who knows that a hard season can change your life without destroying your future.
And someone who finally understands that surviving the fire is not the end of the story.
Maybe you're standing in the ashes of something you never wanted to lose.
Maybe you're looking at a life that doesn't resemble the one you prayed for.
Maybe you're wondering if anything good can grow from what you've been through.
Look at the forest.
The fire may have changed the landscape, but it didn't erase the possibility of new life.
And the same God who brings spring after winter, beauty from ashes, and hope into impossible places is still working in your story.
Isaiah 43:19 says, “Behold, I will do a new thing.”
Not the old thing.
Not necessarily the life you had before.
A new thing.
So let the old version of you rest.
Let the tears fall.
Let the lessons change you.
Let God turn your pain into compassion, your scars into testimony, and your darkest chapter into a place where someone else finds hope.
You do not have to pretend the fire didn't hurt to prove that God is restoring you.
You just have to keep believing that the ashes are not all that's left.
The fire did not get the final word.

🐂 Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls


The arena doesn’t stop being beautiful just because the dirt has been torn apart.And neither does a life that’s been thr...
10/22/2026

The arena doesn’t stop being beautiful just because the dirt has been torn apart.
And neither does a life that’s been through the fire and back.
There’s something about the western way of life that teaches you things you can’t learn sitting somewhere comfortable.
You learn that dirt gets kicked up before the dust settles.
That some of the strongest things you’ll ever witness are born out of the hardest conditions.
And the ground has to be broken before anything new can take root.
I think life works a lot like that.
Sometimes the plans you built your whole world around fall apart.
Sometimes the season you thought would make you breaks you instead.
Sometimes you find yourself standing in the middle of a life you never would have chosen, wondering how anything good could possibly come from what you've lost.
But have you ever watched a bull rider get thrown into the dirt?
The ride doesn't always end the way he planned.
Sometimes he hits the ground hard.
But the fall doesn't erase the fact that he climbed in the chute.
You can hit the ground without giving up on the ride.
And no, that doesn't mean you have to pretend it didn't hurt.
Faith doesn't mean you never fall apart.
Courage doesn't mean you never cry.
And trusting God doesn't mean you understand why He allowed the road to get this hard.
It means that even when life knocks you to your knees, you believe the God who met you there hasn't abandoned you.
Isaiah 43:19 says, “Behold, I will do a new thing.”
Notice it doesn't say God will always put everything back exactly the way it was.
Sometimes He brings restoration that looks different from what you lost.
Sometimes He grows compassion where pain used to live.
Sometimes He gives you a voice you never knew you had.
Sometimes He leads you back to the place where your heart remembers how to feel alive again.
Not because the hard things never happened.
But because they don't get to have the final word.
The dirt isn't always a sign that something went wrong.
Sometimes it's evidence that something has been through a fight.
And if God can bring beauty from ashes, and hope from heartbreak, then He can still do something with the pieces of your story that don't make sense yet.
So if you're in a season where everything feels broken, don't confuse the middle of the story with the end.
The dust will settle.
The ground will grow again.
And the God who carried you through the fire will still be God when you finally see what He was growing in you.
You weren’t brought this far just to let the hard season write your ending.
Get back up when you're ready.
Take the next step when you can.
And trust the One who sees the whole story when all you can see is the dirt beneath your feet.
The wildflowers will grow again.
And by the grace of God, so will you. 🤎

🐂 Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

The western way of life is more than cattle, horses, rodeo arenas, and miles of highway.It's a way of life that teaches ...
10/22/2026

The western way of life is more than cattle, horses, rodeo arenas, and miles of highway.
It's a way of life that teaches lessons you can't learn from a book.
It's waking up before daylight, pouring a cup of coffee, and thanking God for another day.
It's feeding livestock in the freezing cold because God's creation depends on you to care for it.
It's teaching your children that hard work matters, your word means something, and doing the right thing is still important when nobody is watching.
But somewhere in the middle of all that hard work, there's something even more important we have to remember.
We can teach our kids how to ride a horse, rope a calf, and work circles around everybody else… but if we don’t teach them who Jesus is, we’ve missed the most important lesson.
A buckle won't save them.
A championship won't carry them through their darkest days.
A successful business won't give them peace that surpasses all understanding.
And the applause of a crowd will never replace knowing they're loved by a Savior who gave His life for them.
That's why faith has to be more than something we talk about on Sunday.
It has to be something our children see on Monday morning.
It's the prayer before a long haul down the highway.
It's thanking God for safe travels when the trailer makes it home.
It's trusting Him when the bills pile up and the future doesn't look the way we planned.
It's choosing integrity when dishonesty would be easier.
It's showing kindness to the competitor who just beat you.
It's extending grace when somebody else makes a mistake.
It's teaching your children that their worth was never determined by how many buckles they win, how much money they make, or how many people know their name.
Their worth was set by the one who created them.
And that's a lesson worth building a life around.
The western way of life has a way of teaching us things about faith.
You learn that courage doesn't mean you're never afraid.
You learn that failure doesn't mean you're finished.
You learn that sometimes you work harder than you've ever worked and still walk away without the outcome you wanted.
And you learn that your character matters long after the dust settles.
Isn't that true in our walk with Jesus, too?
Sometimes we pray, and the door still closes.
Sometimes we do everything we know to do, and life still takes a turn we never expected.
Sometimes the road gets so hard we wonder how we're going to keep going.
But our hope was never supposed to rest in a perfect life.
And the same God who meets us in the church pew meets us in the barn before daylight.
He meets us in the quiet moments when we're trying to figure out how to raise our babies, pay our bills, keep our promises, and live a life that honors Him.
We don't have to separate our faith from the western way of life.
We get to live it right where God has planted us.
In the long days and the hard seasons.
One day, our children will grow up.
Those little boots will get bigger.
The tiny hands that once held ours will be holding the hands of their own children.
And I hope they remember the rodeos.
I hope they remember the horses, the cattle, the long trips, the late nights, and the laughter around the dinner table.
But more than anything, I hope they remember a faith that was real.
I hope they remember parents who prayed when things got hard.
Parents who admitted when they were wrong.
Parents who chose grace over pride and obedience over popularity.
Parents who showed them that following Jesus doesn't mean life will always be easy. It means we never have to walk through it alone.
The greatest legacy we can ever leave our kids is the foundation of faith that will still be standing when everything else fades away.
So let them get dirty.
Let them learn to work.
Let them chase their dreams.
Let them experience the victories and the disappointments.
Let them fall in love with the western way of life.
And while you're preserving the traditions of yesterday, make sure you're preparing their hearts for eternity.
And if we can pass down a love for this western way of life while teaching them to love God with all their heart, soul, and strength…
Then we're doing more than preserving a heritage.
We're building a legacy that reaches beyond the arena, beyond our lifetime, and into eternity.
We'll keep feeding the stock.
We'll keep hauling down the highway.
We'll keep showing up for our rodeo family.
We'll keep teaching our children to work hard, love deeply, and stand firm in their faith.
And above all else, we'll keep pointing them back to Jesus.

🐂 Chelsey Nelms�0890 Bucking Bulls

The western way of life isn’t just a way of living. It’s a legacy we’re fighting to keep alive.It’s hot coffee before da...
10/22/2026

The western way of life isn’t just a way of living. It’s a legacy we’re fighting to keep alive.
It’s hot coffee before daylight and watching the sun rise over a world that doesn’t slow down just because you’re tired.
It’s feeding cattle in the freezing cold, working through the heat, and teaching your kids that animals still need you, no matter what the weather looks like.
It’s muddy boots, calloused hands, family dinners, and front porch conversations after a long day’s work.
It’s granddaddies passing down old-school skills.
It’s mamas and daddies teaching responsibility, respect, and the value of earning what you have.
Rodeo is about so much more than the seconds in the arena.
It’s the early mornings hauling horses.
The long miles pulling a trailer.
The sacrifices nobody sees.
The entry fees, the busted gear, the missed sleep, and the determination to get back up when things don’t go your way.
It’s parents working overtime to give their kids an opportunity.
It’s grandparents sitting in the stands, watching traditions they grew up with live on in another generation.
It’s the cowboy who helps his competitor pick up after a wreck.
The stock contractor who puts his heart, time, and money into raising quality bucking stock.
The rodeo family that shows up for one another, win or lose.
And the little ones sitting on the fence, dreaming about the day they get their own shot.
The real victory isn't always found in the winner's circle.
Sometimes it's found in a parent teaching their child to try again.
Sometimes it's a kid learning humility after a tough ride.
Sometimes it's keeping your word when nobody is watching, doing the work when nobody is cheering, and loving a lifestyle that asks everything of you without promising anything in return.
Because rodeo teaches lessons that reach far beyond the arena.
It teaches grit.
It teaches respect.
It teaches accountability.
It teaches courage in the face of fear.
And it teaches you that getting knocked down isn't the end of your story.
You just dust yourself off, get back up, and keep going.
That's the western way.
It's keeping God, family, livestock, and tradition at the heart of a life that can't be measured by likes, money, or how fancy your truck is.
It's knowing that some of the greatest memories aren't made in a fancy building.
They're made in the barn before daylight.
In the back of a horse trailer.
And in the stands, watching your child fall in love with the same way of life that shaped you.
One day, those little boots will grow big.
The kids running around the arena will become the parents hauling their own babies to the rodeo.
And the lessons we teach them today will become the traditions they pass down tomorrow.
Thats why it matters.
We're raising the next generation of cowboys, cowgirls, ranchers, stock contractors, and hardworking Americans who understand the value of faith, family, sacrifice, and keeping your word.
We're preserving a heritage.
So let the kids get dirty.
Let them learn to work.
Let them experience the victories and the disappointments.
Let them watch their parents sacrifice for something they believe in.
Let them grow up knowing that success isn't just about winning a buckle.
Rodeo isn’t just something we do on the weekends. It’s a way of life, a family tradition, and a legacy we owe the next generation.
And as long as there are parents willing to teach, kids willing to learn, and families willing to make the sacrifices, the western way of life will never be gone.
We'll keep feeding the stock.
We'll keep hauling down the highway.
We'll keep cheering from the stands.
We'll keep picking each other up.
And we'll keep passing it down.
One sunrise, one rodeo, one generation at a time.

🐂 Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

What if you’re so busy asking God to show you your calling that you’re overlooking the place He’s already leading you?Wh...
10/20/2026

What if you’re so busy asking God to show you your calling that you’re overlooking the place He’s already leading you?
What if the thing you love isn’t just something you enjoy…
What if it’s a place God wants to use you?
The bulls.
The horses.
The mountains.
The dirt.
The western way of life.
The things that make your heart feel alive.
God can use the things He’s placed in your heart.
We’ve somehow convinced ourselves that ministry has to look a certain way.
But what if ministry looks like a rodeo arena?
What if it looks like a cowboy sitting alone behind the chutes, a kid watching from the stands, or a conversation with someone who needs to know they haven't been forgotten?
What if it looks like creating a place where people feel welcome, where the next generation feels valued, and where the love of Jesus is lived out instead of just talked about?
Now THAT is something worth building.
Psalm 37:4 tells us to delight ourselves in the Lord, and He will give us the desires of our hearts.
I wonder sometimes if part of that gift is discovering that the desires we surrender to God can become opportunities to serve Him in ways we never imagined.
Not every dream is automatically a calling.
And following Jesus doesn't mean He'll give us everything we want.
Sometimes He redirects us.
Sometimes He changes our plans.
Sometimes He asks us to lay down the things we've been holding onto the tightest.
But sometimes, in His goodness, He allows us to serve Him right in the middle of the things we love.
And what a gift that is.
To love rodeo and love Jesus.
To chase a dream while surrendering the outcome.
To work in the dirt, under the arena lights, surrounded by the western way of life you love, and know that your purpose is bigger than what happens inside the arena.
But here's the part we can't miss…
You can’t fully surrender something to God while still trying to have control of it.
Not your timeline.
Not your definition of success.
Not the outcome.
Not even the way you think the calling should unfold.
Surrender means opening your hands and saying, "Lord, this is Yours. If You want to use it, use it. If You want to change it, change it. If You want to take me somewhere I never planned to go, I'll follow."
The goal is to be faithful with what God has placed in our hands.
I don't want people to just remember the bulls we bucked or the events we put on.
I want them to remember how they were treated.
How they were welcomed.
How they were encouraged.
Because maybe the arena is more than an arena.
Maybe the barn is more than a barn.
Maybe the dream you've been praying over is an opportunity to reach people you would never have reached any other way.
So stop believing God can only use you if your calling looks like somebody else's.
Give Him the whole thing.
Not just the parts you're comfortable surrendering.
Not just the parts that make sense.
The whole thing.
Your passions. Your dreams. Your plans. Your future.
Lay it all in His hands and let Him decide what it becomes.
And if God allows you to do what you love while reaching people for His kingdom?
That's not just a dream come true.
That's a gift worth surrendering everything for.

🐂 Chelsey Nelms
0890 Bucking Bulls

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