People often ask me why I live the way I do, on a mountain top, surrounded by soil, sheep, and endless work. I want to invite these people to spend a year with me, and experience the many blessings. In our daily lives, we have the choice to see our toil as futile and harsh, or to see the hidden blessings behind it.
My spade turns the soil, back aching, arms tired. Insects invade, eat, and destroy what we have planted.
But yet, we have an abundance of food to eat.
But, I have a flock to tend of strong ewes, and a daughter, arm wrapped around me, reminding me that this is farm life with its cycle of life and death.
Rain pours for weeks on end, as tractors sit, waiting to cut hay. I wonder how I will find enough hay at season's end to feed my sheep.
|Six weeks of rain last summer soaked the earth.|
But the farmer down the road always comes through, and pulls his wagon to our barn, with hay piled high.
The snow falls, wind blows, making every step to the barn difficult. Water buckets freeze, fingers numb, snow blankets the earth.
But I am surrounded by God's beauty.
Each day, when I rise with the sun, I can choose my focus: giving thanks for the work of my hands and the blessings given to me, or filling my heart with bitterness for the toil, frustration, and grief.
Today....I choose Thanksgiving.....
I Chronicles 16:34
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.