OUR STORY

Hello friend! Welcome to Cow Kissed! My name is Anna. I’m a wife, a mama to six, and the maker behind every product you see here.

Long before any of this began, I had been praying for a small way to support our family while staying home with my children. I didn’t know what that would look like, but I trusted that God would make a way in His timing.

Cow Kissed began that way — not as a business idea, but as a mother’s desperate attempt to comfort her suffering child. What started in my kitchen as small jars of tallow balm, mixed late at night, became a lifeline during a very difficult season.

In those early days, I wasn’t thinking about labels or sales. I was thinking about one little girl — my daughter, Grace — whose skin and body were fighting for healing. When I couldn’t find anything pure enough, gentle enough, and truly effective, I made it myself using what God had already provided in nature.

What followed was not just the birth of a brand, but the unfolding of a miracle — a story of healing, surrender, and faith that changed our family forever.

A STORY OF GRACE AND GOD’S HEALING POWER

by Anna Doroshenko

“My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9

In 2022, our little girl, Grace — just two and a half years old — came down with a fever that would not subside for seven days. What was first dismissed as a seasonal virus turned out to be Hepatitis A. Because she was so young and fragile, her recovery would take nearly an entire year.

That year marked the first time in our marriage when my husband and I truly learned what sleepless nights meant. Every night, one of us fell asleep beside her crib, holding her tiny hand and praying over her body. We paced the floors for hours, cradling her in our arms, because if she was left alone even for a moment, she would itch herself until she was bleeding. The nights were long and heavy, and at times we could feel our strength slipping away. I was in the last months of my pregnancy with our daughter Faith when Grace got sick, and I will forever be amazed by my husband’s strength. The way he cared for Grace and held our family together during that time is something I will always treasure. I have never seen greater love. He truly was laying down his life for us. His love and strength carried our family through one of the hardest seasons of our lives.

Grace’s body became covered in sores, and she itched endlessly because her liver could no longer properly filter her blood. Her bedsheets were stained with blood. I watched her nails shed three separate times that year. Each time I brushed her hair, clumps came out — some strands even turned gray. Psoriasis covered her scalp, and when the layers peeled away, more hair came with them.

We prayed. We sought help from multiple medical providers (and I remain deeply thankful for each one). I poured myself into supporting her healing — focusing on her gut and liver, filling our shelves with vitamins and herbs. I followed a strict diet plan, eliminated every food her body reacted to, and even gave her gentle retention coffee enemas. (Yes, it’s possible with a two-and-a-half-year-old — as long as you let them watch something fun on your phone.)

I spent hundreds of dollars on ointments and creams, searching desperately for relief. That season pushed me into making my own tallow — the beginning of something I never expected would one day bless others too.

Still, fear came often. There were nights I truly believed my little girl might not survive. But God — He worked on my heart daily. Though nothing looked different on the outside, I knew God had her in His hands and would not let her go. He cared for her even more deeply than my husband or I ever could. He taught me what it meant to fully surrender my child to His will — no matter the outcome, no matter the cost.

“Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” — 1 Peter 5:7

And only when I fully surrendered her to Jesus did everything begin to change. The change didn’t look dramatic at first — we were still battling for her health, still praying — but there was a peace that filled our home. I knew then that God had her in His hands and would never let her go.

“Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed.” — Jeremiah 17:14

Today, Grace is healed. Her skin is clear. Her laughter fills our home, and her energy is radiant. She is living, breathing proof of God’s mercy and power.

“From His fullness we have all received grace upon grace.” — John 1:16

Our family walks differently now — softer, more grateful, and more aware that heaven truly visits earth. Jesus came into our home, and we will never be the same.

Epilogue

Looking back now, I can see how every piece of this story was guided by God. What felt like a breaking season was actually the beginning of something new — a deepening of faith, a reshaping of our family, and the opening of a door I didn’t even know to knock on.

Cow Kissed was God’s tender answer to my long-held prayer for a way to be home, to nurture my children, and to support my family in a meaningful way. It is inseparable from Grace’s story, from her healing, and from the grace God poured over our home during that year.

Today, every jar I pour reminds me of where this began: a sick little girl held through long nights, parents praying without ceasing, and a God who remained faithful.

“Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine…” — Ephesians 3:20

May this business always be a reflection of that faithfulness. May every product carry a piece of our testimony. And may all glory go to the One who healed, who provided, and who never once left our side.

With love,

Anna 🫶🏼