Do you ever feel like a slave? A slave to the farm? A slave to your kids’ activities? A slave to your home? I started asking myself these questions after two completely different Bible studies that I’m working through brought up the connection between slavery and taking a day of rest!
I've never been in as dark a place as I have been for the last few weeks. A place that I could describe as filled with despair, discouragement, depression and overwhelm.I promised myself that after last year I wouldn't get discouraged again. In fact I even wrote a blog post about "drawing a line in the sand". I swear that after I wrote that it was as if the devil said "you want to bet?"
With the onset of spring, comes the anticipation of seeding and a busier season. The list of things to do before that first day of seeding grows by the day if not by the hour at times. And the likelihood of getting wrapped up in the stress, the pressure and the anxiety of it all increases.
"Sometimes, I thank God, For unanswered prayers, Remember when you’re talking, To the man upstairs, That just because he doesn’t answer, doesn’t mean he don’t care, Some of God’s greatest gifts, are unanswered prayers..."
For years, I tried to be a farm"her." I thought that that was what my husband expected of me. I was a "city girl" that thought the cows were going to bite me the first time I went in the barn. Sadly, that's true.
I will admit, I have not gotten it "together" enough to send out a family Christmas card. In the past I've had the best of intentions and begun, but then only sent out a few. So, I thought this year, like last year, I'd write a blog post to share with all our family and friends!
These devotions have truly been a labor of love! I've been joined by three sweet women in ag, to share what God is teaching them, right here in our weekly Farm Wife Devotions! I am so grateful for their love for God and their spirit of generosity! Did you know there are now over 30 devotions?!
When I was growing up, I was taught in school that animals do not go to heaven because they do not have a soul, like humans do. That is what sets us apart. I believed this for a long time. Whenever people mourned over the loss of a pet I thought it was silly and saying they were now in heaven was just plain delusional.
It was hot in my college gymnasium that day and butterflies were anxiously fluttering in my stomach. The moment I had so diligently worked the last five years for had finally come. My Lutheran college was assigning me to teach at a school in our synod. I wasn't engaged, like so many of my friends were, and I had no real ties anywhere. I had a heart for mission work and I had just revealed that to the president in my interview. Africa...here i come!
Recently, I was scrolling through a Facebook group specifically for women in ag and one of the members who was also a part of the LGBTQA community was reaching out to find other women on the page who were part of the LGBTQA community. Unfortunately, some of the women spoke strongly against her, belittled her and began to preach to her. Not more than 24hrs rolled by and there was a non-religious post asking if there were others like her in the group.
Last week I came across a video of two men who were trying to qualify for the American Olympic Team. It wasn't just the dive that impressed me, but their attitude, demeanor, and what they said to the reporter after their dive and learning that they had qualified for the Olympic Team. Throughout their interview they gave the glory to God.
It's probably true that my hubby is taking the loss of our crops at the South Farm better than I am. He sees crops, money, and energy lost. Me? I, in true female form, I see those losses, plus loss with deeper meaning. For example, the loss of combine time with my girls and the loss of sharing the excitement of harvest as a family.
I have been trying to wrap my head around yet another mass shooting on American soil. And I can't. I cannot drum up anything but numbness. "Thou shalt not kill." Not, "Thou shalt not kill, except..." No. "Thou shalt not kill." Period. End of discussion.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Am I truly content? Was I praying for God to do something so I could get out of the stressful situations with the farm? OR Was I praying that God would see us through this time of stress and worry?
Yesterday my husband brought up a specific subject that sets me off. He knows this will be my reaction. And just like every other time, we started to argue about it, but then I was reminded of this verse about being slow to become angry. So, I stopped and simply asked him, “What is it about this subject that is so important to you?” and “What can we do to come to a solution about it?”