Feeding the Farmer

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What do you feed the farmer who feeds the world?

This is what I think about when I stack sandwiches and bake banana bread.

When the wind blows relentless and men are black with dirt and hard work.

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What fills them-us, when days are too long? When they have out run the hamster on the wheel.

As Ann Voskamp say’s, “ Time is a relentless river.” And some days, in the fields, it feels like your running in slow motion along the bank.

The hope of July’s fields blowing with ripening wheat are a whisper on your tongue as the calendar screams deeper double digits that no one around here wants to mention.

It’s the way here, every year.

The faith it takes to put these seeds in the ground with optimism always blows my mind. You have to be cut from a certain cloth for this risk, this trust.

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And yet I get it. Over the years it becomes you. The excitement of another gamble, of another season on your knees. This is a thin place, where the dust and the big sky merge to open heaven for the grace to finish the last field no matter the date, no matter the battle.

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Each year has its own story of fight and struggle – joy and victory. When all the fields are done and the seeds are growing inches by the minuet, part of me wonders why we keep coming back for more. Yet somehow to be this close to God’s rhythm, natures plan, makes it all worth it.

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No sandwich-no matter how gourmet, or home baked goodie- no matter how delicious is going to get you through these never ending days. To weather these days well, prayers are muttered under breath, over food, over tractors heaped in dust.

Doesn’t it say in Philippians, “Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything.”?

I love THIS part…

“Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done.”

- Tractors back up and running
- The sound of rain when the head finally hits the pillow
- All limbs accounted for
- Canola just starting to get planted (hard eucharisteo) …

“Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hears and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:6-7 NLV

No matter the season, no matter the pressure or what’s on the line, we always have a choice.

We choose how to respond to our days, the ones that go along with our to do lists easily and the ones that just about suck the life out of you.

We can choose to look up- whisper prayers, beg for what we need, list the eucharisteo, and experience grace in the form of peace that helps us to remember why we love this farming gig. (Did I say that out loud! ☺)

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Oh, I will still make food and bake for these crazy guys but I’m no fool, I know this will only take all of us so far…

 

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Written by Alli

Hi I’m Alli, an American-city-girl turned Canadian-farmer’s-wife, learning daily how God’s plans for me are far and above anything than I could have dreamed for myself- even if they look a little (OK a lot!) different than “my” plans. Grateful to still be learning how to love well the patient farmer after 18 years, and blessed beyond measure to mother and school two amazing, delightful girls, my sweet little man from Ethiopia and our baby boy from the US.

I love to learn, create and be surrounded by beauty in the little things. I am an interior designer by trade but keep trying to hang up that hat in order to live intentionally in this season, to slow and be present, to serve and to love whomever happens to be at the farm! Oh- there is that little bit about being a recovering food addict… but I’m sure we’ll have time for that later! I love to share life with others so thanks for being willing to open a bit of yourself up as you take a bit from me.

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