Farm Life

Our garden may not look like much now, and some of our little pullets are still too tiny to produce eggs, but just you wait.

That’s why I love farming–everything starts off tiny and then makes beautiful things as it grows.

I come from a long line of farmers on both sides.  Cotton on my mother’s and poultry on my father’s.  I was raised on a tree farm. C., though you would never know it to look at him, does too.  In fact, part of his family still farms today.

I tell you this because I want to raise MM around a farm.  I know it will teach her so many things.

Dedication.  Patience.  Compassion.  Respect.  Faith.

And if there is one place to daily see God and His hand, it’s in farming.  Each day when I discover an egg or see a plant sprouting, I am reminded–and in awe–of Him.

So, yes, MM will be raised in church…both in our little Parrish we attend and on the family farm.

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