How a little farm in East Tennessee became home.
Hi, I'm Lisa. Years ago, I felt the quiet ache so many women feel — the noise of the world had crowded out the things that mattered most. I was tired of hurrying. Tired of pretending. I wanted a softer, more meaningful rhythm — one rooted in faith, family, and home.
So we uprooted from my Florida birthplace and planted ourselves here in East Tennessee. Triple H Farm was born. We learned to bake sourdough, raise chickens, tend a garden, and gather around the table again. It wasn't always pretty. There were failed loaves, a failed marriage, muddy boots, and many seasons of doubt. But slowly, the Lord taught me that a beautiful life isn't built in a single grand moment — it's built sunrise by sunrise, prayer by prayer.
This farm is the answer to a long, quiet prayer. And I hope it feels like an answer to yours, too.
