Here at the farm we have divided up the household and animal responsibilities into age appropriate sections. I have had very little to to with feeding the animals since the goats have been dried up. Yesterday was different with illness still lurking about these parts.
I certainly didn’t want to send any sick child into 20 degree weather.
So, I slipped on a few knit layers and rubber boots and went about the morning chores alone. I forgot how much I truly need to get outside more, even in the cold weather.
I love listening to our winter friends, Sandhill Cranes over head. I can’t get enough of the affection our sweet does give me and each other. Are there really so many things more adorable than a fluffy rump chicken running about?
Okay, if you’re about to say kids, I’ll give you that. But, seriously, I absolutely love our life, how ever trying times can be, no matter the sacrifices of worldly glamour. Caring for animals may tie us down more, but they are more than pets. They are our livelihood our food, our entertainment, our family.
We learn so much, even about our Heavenly Father, as we raise and care for our animals and our farm.
I can’t imagine wanting to go back to our former life. I know we are always open to whatever path is laid before us, but I do hope it includes livestock and mason jars. I really love it here. I am filled with thanksgiving and humility for the life we are living right now. I am so excited for the future lessons and experiences that only a farmer’s life can offer.
I don’t say this to make you feel as though your life is unimportant. I have simply come to realize more depth in my own life. For me, it can be as simple as grasping the meaning of time-honored sayings or, even, spiritual concepts.
The phrase “pigs sty” just doesn’t mean as much unless your eyes have seen and nose has smelled. Seriously, I would rather starve than eat from a pig’s trough as the “Wayward Son” of the New Testament did.
When I read in the scriptures that the fields are “white for the harvest, but the laborers are few”, I envision our neighbor’s cotton fields-breathtakingly white as far as the eye can see. What a daunting task to think of harvesting a field like that without enough help. It would seem downright impossible!
The Bible is filled with farming references and examples. As I walk about about our humble farm, verses are alive before my eyes. Much how I would imagine a trip the Israel, I see and have a greater understanding of the depth, pain, toil behind the stories. I know for certain I would go leave a flock of sheep “to pursue the one”. Every animal we have, we love, nurture and enjoy. How much more does He love me…you? He pursues us! Searching, calling…do we listen?
The future is never certain, so all I can be is overjoyed to be placed here, now, and forever in my heart. I don’t want to forget these tiny moments on the farm, with my Lord talking to me while I go about my chores.