I live on my friends’ farm — some of you know that.
Today, I helped them cut out a yearling for processing — most of you didn’t know that. I’ve helped several times and it’s always an interesting experience. If you haven’t seen how a farm operates (particularly a small farm), you should really attempt to do so.
It’s not this idyllic experience full of rainbows and postcard-worthy scenes. Rather, it’s constant work and constant dependence on grace to provide.
They aren’t the only farmers in the world. I am friends with tons of them and I admire them all, because that line of work requires a particular heart and purpose.
God indeed made a farmer.