Pastor Squatch, Lady Squatch, and their family tell tales of faith and life.

We lived in the woods. The trees stood tall and did not care about our worries. The rain fell and soaked us to the skin. We sat by the fire and told stories. The children listened. We laughed when we could. We prayed when we needed help. Life moved on like the river that runs behind our house. One day, Pastor Squatch lost his hat in the wind. Lady Squatch found it near the creek and laughed hard. The children chased frogs and brought them home. I watched them and saw something good. Faith filled the house with warmth. Trouble came too, but we faced it together. We built a life from those stories and prayers. Now we want you to join us. We share these tales because they matter. We know faith grows strong in tough ground. We know laughter keeps your feet moving. The world feels big and wild, but family holds fast. Each story is a path back home. We walk these paths every day. If you walk with us, you may find hope too. The woods can be cold, but you do not have to walk alone.