So many things in life take faith. In the years I have been married to a farmer I can testify to the fact that farming is one of those things.
Every year my husband diligently heads off to the field to prepare and plant the crop he hopes to harvest in the fall. Some years that works out really well…..and other years not quite so good.
This past year we experienced some of the worst flooding on our fields that we have ever seen. We watched that water come up, go down, come up and again, very slowly go down the second time.
My farmer husband patiently (sort of) waited for the fields to dry enough to get back in them. He would walk out to the bottoms and stand in the middle of brown dead corn. He never said much when he came back…..he just waited and wondered what the best course of action would be for those fields.
This past week I witnessed an act of faith. I saw him once again haul out the disk and planter, prepare that bottom piece of field and plant it. It is rather late in the season but he has faith that there will be something that can be harvested from that piece. He is a quiet witness to perseverance, hope and faith.
I am reminded that we have never experienced a total crop failure like those farmers did in the 30’s. I often wonder how they kept hope alive when the rains never came.
It is a good lesson for me to learn…..that things are probably never quite as hopeless as it looks at the first look. That with a little patience and perseverance things might turn around….that sometimes the only thing you have is faith and the hope that faith brings……and that is enough.
“A farmer has to be an optimist
or he wouldn’t still be a farmer.”
Will Rodgers
“He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for people to cultivate-
bringing forth food from the earth.”
Psalm 104:14
Thank you for sharing your beautiful story. I am so in hopes that this time your husband’s efforts will bear good fruit!
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You are so welcome. When I saw him out there yesterday….faith was the word that came to mind. Even if the crop is not plentiful….life is good and God is good.
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Faye, I posted a blog three years ago about my daddy called Daddy was no Whiner. I am going to post it tomorrow. I hope you will enjoy it. I mentioned you with your link. Hope that is helpful to you. Thanks for the reminder of the good and faithful men who care so much. My link from before is https://onetahayes.com/2015/04/19/daddy-was-no-whiner/
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Oneta, I followed the link…what an awesome post. You are so right…..most farmers are not whiners….at least my husband is not. He can get a bit down..but it doesn’t take long and he is once again an optimist.
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We are blessed to know men who can show us a bit about the faithfulness and love of our Heavenly Father (who is preparing us to be worthy members as part of the Bride of Christ.) Awesome!
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Amen! Love Will Rodgers.
Hang in there …the best is yet to come.
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The best is yet to come. It has been an odd year in farming this year. This is the latest my husband has ever replanted due to flooding. The last time was four years ago and then he planted the 5th of July and it was a great crop!
Replanting had not been on our list of “to dos” for wedding week!!!
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But we do what ever we have to do.
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YES!!!!
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Faye
Perseverance and faith- two of the greatest Christian virtues. And hope of course. What a great reminder. Thanks for sharing the experiences from real life. I am proud to know a farmer’s wife.
I know what you mean when you write about total crop failure- due to lack of rain or locusts or tornadoes or just hail. Thank God you don’t hear of them so often now.
With prayers,
Susie
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Those really are great Christian virtues Susie. When I was growing up in a small town I never envisioned myself as a farmer’s wife…now I cannot think of myself as being anything else!
Thank you so much for your prayers!
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Sometimes I wish I were married to a farmer- farmers are grounded and know the realities of life. Resilience and gumption are part of their make up. Through your life, I can understand more of a farmer – by proxy. Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories.
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Well, if he didn’t try, he knew what the outcome would be. Taking action increases the likelihood of success. Go for it.
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You are so right! If he did not replant it would just turn into an area full of weeds and that would drive him nuts!
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Reblogged this on The Chicken Grandma and commented:
All right… I am not sure why this post first appeared in reader the other day and now it has disappeared??? I am trying the reblog to see if I can at least get it to post…So here goes nothing….
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This is why we say you live in America’s heartland. Without your husband and you, and so many others like you, this country would go in to a fatal arrhythmia. Please convey to him how much those of us who truly understand how America works appreciate his efforts.
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Thank you so much Al. We are very small farmers in the realm of farming.
I will let him know.
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Chicken, I’m not sure what is going on either. First saw this post on facebook. For some reason I’m not getting a direct notice of your blog. in my email feed, but then again I don’t have a clue how any of this works.
ps. how was the wedding? or is it this weekend? I loose track pretty easy these days.
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I’m with you and at a loss….
Wedding in 2 days and things getting crazy busier by the hour lol.
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Prayers everything geors as planned
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Well…so far one of the ringbearers had stitches put in his cheek yesterday and my granddaughter fell on the playground and bit through her bottom lip…waiting to hear if she gets stitches. She is a flower girl…so it is going to be interesting!
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I’m glad you reposted this because I missed it the first time. This is an awesome testimony. I’m praying he has a bountiful harvest.
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I think it is okay that in years past we have been given our daily bread. Not our daily wants…but our needs. It has taught trust and contentment.
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I didn’t see this post the first time Faye so I’m happy to see it this time. It must be devastating to see all your hard work just fall apart because of the wiles of Mother Nature. Hopefully, the nasty weather has gone for good and life on the farm can continue as it is supposed to. Fingers crossed for you on my end.
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It is a humbling reminder that we might plan all we want but ultimately …we are not in control!
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Yes it is Faye. We have no hand in Mother’s Nature’s whims, much as we want things to go our way.
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This is lovely, and a great reminder to have faith and hope. It feels so much better when you have hope💖
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You are so right!
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May God bless your fields-oh my heart goes out to you all. I have so much admiration for farmers . . .especially you dear Faye. Prayers will be lifted on your behalf. love Michele
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Thank you so much Michele.
Maybe I can catch up with blogging…just made it through the busyness of wedding week.
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I did see a beautiful picture !!on FB-congratulations! God bless Luke and his dear wife! love Michele
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Thank you Michele! It was a wonderful day and such a blessing.
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I’m very glad I dropped by after getting your link from Oneta’s blog page. I too am a Faye (with the e. My family were not farmers but my father an ‘outback’ man a drover mainly of both cattle and sheep but also a sheep shearer in his early years and a rodeo rider. Drought never ending and then rain that washed all the seeds and cattle feed away were the story of his early life. Thank God for those before us who sowed in our lives the Faith, Hope, Faith and Perseverance which is our legacy. Do you know why you are called Fay with the e. Faye. My Mum told me as her name was Alice and she began knitting a matinee jacket the name on the pattern leaped out at her Alice Faye…….Apparently a screen actress or singer of a former day. Do you know if your name is hereditary?. Blessings to you and Hope indeed for a good crop.
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I am so glad you stopped by! I am not sure why they named me Faye. It is actually my middle name but when I was born, my brother could not pronounce my first name….so Faye it was.
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