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Life of a Farmer

This post has been rolling around in my head for a while. But, we were all under the weather the last part of the week, so I never got it up. So, some of you may have already seen the different pieces of this blog in other places.

We are on our own. Wilbert brought his parents to the airport this morning and they are off for a three week trip in Europe. So, we are on our own as farmers for the longest time we have ever been on our own yet. It is exciting. And scary. Dipping our toes a bit further into what it means to be farmers and to be completely on our own. To know the good and the bad. That things don't always go right, or go like you had planned. Just this morning, twin calves were born. Too early. The cow was outside as she wasn't expected to deliver for another month. Nothing to be done and the calves were both lost. This is the life of a farmer.

I am sure many of you saw this commercial during the Superbowl. It made us proud to be farmers and so many of the things Paul Harvey said rang true. (Who am I kidding, it was Paul Harvey's voice, plus a video of people doing the things we do every day. I was a pregnant, emotional mess watching this video.)

Then Ann Voskamp turned me into another emotional mess with her take on the commercial and motherhood.  It was quite a day.

I think the point of all of this is that, no matter what you do, it is valuable. Important. Necessary. Being a farmer or mother is no more important than being a teacher, or a plumber, or a writer, or a person who works a drive through window. All jobs have their sacrifices  All jobs have their good days and their bad days.

If you are doing it right, a job isn't about an income, it is about serving. Giving. Bringing the kingdom of God a little bit closer in the little corner of the earth you inhabit.

That is why, this past week with a sick little boy who shared his sickness with everyone, my house is a bit dustier than usual, meals have been less than amazing and I have snot all over the shoulders of my shirts where my little boy wiped his "big boogers." And I am not at all worried or upset about it because my little boy need extra snuggles and stories this week. Really, everything else can wait.


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