The razor edge is getting thin and knees are bleeding just a little and the end of this season of harvest is in sight and then maybe we’ll start to breathe again.
The life of a farmer isn’t for everyone and sometimes I marvel that God thought I could handle this kind of crazy.
I don’t know of any other life that hangs so precariously year after year. Where all you’ve worked for can be wiped out in a ten minute hail storm and you’re back at ground zero with not much to show for your efforts.
Farmers have to be some of the bravest people I know. Throwing seed in the ground and then balancing on that razor edge year after year praying that this is the year…
* the year where the wind doesn’t shell it out
* the rain doesn’t downgrade the crop
* the white combine in the sky doesn’t get there first
* that the breakdowns are less than the harvest time
* that pests and disease stay away
* that prices are reasonable
* that maybe we’ll have some cash left at the end of the credit line to make it to the first pay out
And while we pray that those ominous clouds don’t dump their load on us we know it has to come down somewhere and we pray for grace for wherever it lands and breathe a sigh of relief when they keep blowing by us. We watch the radar and work late barely having heads touching pillows before they are up and going again, hoping to beat the storms that threaten.
Backs get sore and throats scratch and eyes are red and yet they keep going, there is no sick time for a farmer.
Colossal machines that often cost more than a small house fall prey to random antlers, bolts that shake loose and hoses that wear out.
Tempers flare and grace needs to flow like the hydraulic fluids that keep the headers moving up and down.
Money is hard to come by and the credit lines are all at their limits and we pray that we can just hold on a few more weeks because we know prices go up in October but can we wait that long to pay those bills…but we have to buy food…
The life of a farmer isn’t for everyone but it is where God has planted us for this season and so we are growing into this place that has been carved out for us. One on one with the land, growing food for the hungry and filling up storehouses for somewhere in the world so that others can buy oils, bread, pasta, lentils and hummus.
So very thankful for grace and today we count these gifts:
(I’ve lost track of the specific number of gifts we’ve counted but I know we’ve come at least this far and so we continue from here.)
#2500 – by the end of today all but our organic crops will be in the bin
#2501 – the week we’ve spent with our dear German daughter Kathrin has been full and beautiful
#2502 – participating in the Colour Me Rad 5K run in Saskatoon was so much fun – raising money for the Children’s Hospital that is so very needed here!
#2503 – the start of another home-school year and living another bit of a dream
#2504 – heartfelt hugs from a prickly son
#2505 – time spent with family over the last week – seeing both my brother and my sister whom I haven’t seen in awhile
#2506 – grace for tough counselling sessions
#2507 – the opportunity to teach the youth girls sunday school class – I love teaching them
#2508 – the beginning of our second year in Women 2 Women ministry