I didn’t grow up on a farm, and neither did Mary Ann. We chose this life.

When we moved onto our family farm in Ohio, I wanted to raise my kids closer to nature — closer to the ground, closer to what felt honest and simple. I didn’t fully know what we were stepping into, but we felt pulled here. We trusted that God would guide us through every season and every unknown.

We learned everything slowly: fencing, rotating pasture, caring for cattle, and understanding the rhythm of the land. We prayed through the hard days and celebrated the small wins. Over time, this farm became our home in the truest sense of the word.

The biggest challenge came when my youngest son, Parker, struggled with severe eczema. We lived 45 minutes from the nearest doctor’s office, and after years of trying every prescription and cream they suggested, nothing truly helped. Those appointments started to feel pointless. We’d drive home with new medicine, but no relief.

Around that time, the previous owner of our farm asked if we could give her some suet fat from our cattle after they came back from the butcher. That simple request got us curious, so we started researching and learned how incredible suet tallow really is for eczema and sensitive skin.

We rendered the fat from our own grass-fed cattle and made our first batch of body butter right in our kitchen — simple ingredients, nothing extra. To our surprise, we saw a difference almost immediately. Parker’s skin calmed, the redness faded, and for the first time in months, he found real relief. It felt like a miracle. We were so thankful and praised God, because it was one of those moments you never forget as a mom. It wasn’t an overnight fix, but with consistent use his skin kept improving until his eczema was gone. I even posted about it on Facebook because I wanted others to see what had happened.

From there, I started sharing extra jars with friends and neighbors. One jar turned into ten, then dozens. It became clear this wasn’t just a kitchen experiment anymore. God kept opening doors, and we kept walking through them.

Today, Cattle Creek Mercantile is still run by us, Natasha and my mother-in-law, Mary Ann. We raise our cattle, render our own tallow, handcraft each batch, label every jar, and pack every order ourselves.

Every jar that leaves our farm carries a little piece of our story — of faith, family, and the belief that the simplest things can still do the most good. When you choose Cattle Creek, you’re not just supporting a small farm; you’re becoming part of the community that made all of this possible.

With Love,
Natasha