God Made a Farmer

“Farming” means different things in different areas of the country. In Georgia it could mean that you have chicken houses. It could also mean that you have some cows, goats, run a few yard chickens and tend a small family garden. In South Georgia, it could mean that you have some goobers growing in the ground, late soybeans and some winter wheat.

Here in Kansas it could mean that you have about 160 acres of irrigated corn, soybeans, winter wheat or alfalfa. It could also mean that you have 160 or more acres of dry land crops and run a few cows in the winter.

However, one little commentary unites all farmers everywhere.

I’ve read many of Paul Harvey’s commentaries, and even have heard a few. But when a great marketing person for Dodge put his words with beautiful images for a commercial, I was blown away.

I cry a little every time I watch it.

I love my farmer. He works extremely hard. Things can change in a blink of an eye.

And at times dangerous.

We watch weather reports like a hawk watches for tiny mice in a field.

Everything can be blown away in an instant.

Or covered with snow.

(Ruby with a newborn that was abandoned and bottle fed)

Or abandoned in the snow by its confused mama.

The hours are long and hard. But I’m glad that he gets to come home each night. Some wives can’t say that.

Work starts all over the next day.

God bless my farmer.