I just finished mowing the lawn at the barn.
The sun was setting and it was around 60°.
Ever notice how the grass changes with seasons. The spring grass is nothing like the summer grass. The summer grass is not like the autumn grass. I love the autumn grass the best.
As I mowed, I listened and contemplated. Sometimes I carry on a conversation with God. Tonight, I was overcome with the goodness of God.
I mowed along the barn that house our milk cows and I marveled at the fact that God has given us the opportunity to care for these gentle creatures. They are so alike yet drastically different.
I could hear the skid steer scraping the alleys. I’m so grateful for the people who help us with our life. Many times, as I walk past barns I can hear someone whistling. We work hard to make our farm a good space to be and these folks who help us create an awesome place.
I finished up down by one of the slurrystores. As I was on the last round I looked over the corn field that grows next to the slurrystore. I was reminded that there was I time I was about in this same position in the yard and wondered if we would ever get the corn in the ground. Week after week we were delayed because of rain.
Even though the corn will probably not mature completely, we will be able to use it for cornlage for feed.
I’ve said it over and over this year (it’s been a tough one) that “all of this belongs to God. And, if he wants to flood the fields then he would also have to help us make it work.”
I would have to say that honestly, I’ve had a few anxious moments. I haven’t lost sleep over it but when your livelihood depends on so many things you have absolutely no control over, it can get a little worrisome at times.
Tonight, in the yard where I finished mowing, I looked up at the barn and could see my BEBs in the light of the barn. There is something so comforting about those critters. And then to turn around and look at the corn field so lush, green and beautiful I was overcome with the goodness of God. Throw in the sunset and the pinks behind the harvestores and you have a grateful heart moment.
What will our harvest look like? Don’t know.
Will we have enough corn for our cows for the next year? I’m pretty sure not.
Am I worried? Not exactly, maybe somewhat concerned but once again, this is God’s stuff and if he wanted to rain all over it then he will have to figure out a way for us to deal with it.