A Miracle: Spring 2015
It’s not just clickbait. The farmer really said to me, “a miracle happened today,” as he hopped in the passenger side of my vehicle to grab his supper. Let me fill you in… my farmer can tend to exaggerate his stories a bit. However, his demeanor was possibly the most chipper I’ve witnessed all spring…
Spring 2015 blew in with rain, rain, rain… and more
rain. One dry week allowed for planting
of corn and milo. Then, you guessed it:
more rain. Soybean planting began on
rare dry days. We were grateful to get
seeds planted, but spraying was another challenge. One particular bottom field stayed too wet to
spray all spring, so weed management became particularly trying.
Persistence paid off (insert sarcasm), and just after cleaning up the weeds,
planting, and spraying… the creek opted to expand its borders:
Then, in a week, we received five to six more inches of rain, in addition to the waters above in the picture. The ditch below is one and a half feet wide… and
the picture captured the field conditions after five dry days. The water is off, but as you can tell, it's still much to wet to drive over with equipment.
Yet, the hubs remained fairly optimistic. This week, though, the frustration of ready
wheat waiting in wet fields, combined with suddenly needed equipment repairs
stealing time against the ticking dry-weather-clock, began to deflate him. (I don’t know… maybe the 4:00 AM alarms joined
with the midnight bedtimes played a role, too…)
However, as he hopped in the seat next to me, he lit up and proclaimed,
“A miracle happened…
…
… (like I said, he exaggerates… so I waited for the catch…)
“I was down to two
more rounds when my sprayer showed empty. [That equals an extra half hour killed at the
shop to mix and refill the sprayer tank. That’s particularly irritating considering he
had already spent the better part of the day just trying to get the water pump
to fill the sprayer after being sent to the repair shop to “fix it” twice, until
finally, he gave up and went to town to buy a new one.]
“I just prayed God
would let me finish… and about that time, the weeds cropped up the worst in the
field, so I couldn’t just quit. I kept
going and watching my pressure gage dwindling.
I finished, and just as I decided to spray a small extra patch on the
outside edge of the field, the pressure dropped to zero. How else could it work out THAT perfect?”
Annnnd I think he mentioned something about the fantastic
field food his farmwife brought him as being partially miraculous, as well.
Was it a miracle? As a kid,
miracles wowed and intrigued me. As my
faith has grown, maybe I experience miracles as those unexpected interactions
with God: when He really comes through for me, and I just feeeeel it. I know my farmer and his faith well enough to
know he had a real chat with God, and God came through for him today delivering
a burst of encouragement to carry him through the rest of the spring.
Farming is so dangerous, anytime my farmer comes home or
answers the phone when I call, I breathe a small breath of relief for the
little miracle. Considering the numerous
threats our crops face, largely at the mercy of the weather, I consider any
raised crop a miracle. Many miracles occurred
in the Bible, which often drew people closer to God or Jesus. Maybe filling the sprayer is akin to filling
the widow’s oil pot, or maybe it’s not nearly as cool; either way, a little
faith, a little prayer answered, a couple of hearts a little closer to God
tonight.
Some of you have had it much easier than us this spring, and some of you much harder.
Blessings to you all this spring, friends. May God provide you with the encouragement you
need when you need it.
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