8/6/12 Monday
Another hot day. It is 11:15 and I am
already having to come in from the heat. Ran the disk with the tractor to knock
down some weeds. Went down the ridge of windblown sand that has built up on the
south edge of the property to knock down some of the tumbleweeds, for I know
they bother the farmer next door. That had to be done carefully as the ridge is
over six foot tall in places and a definite danger because if I got to close to
the edge the tractor would roll over on me.
I am trying to create some kind of
platform to lay the wheat we harvest on. Am using some of the ten foot chain
link fence panels that are part of the kennel we bought back before Gretchen
and Ben got shot. That hurt still remains in my heart, how someone could so
coldly shoot and kill the pets we love. The sad part is there are some who take
pleasure in knowing it caused us pain. We live in a world that has always had
those who enjoy the fact they have the power to hurt others, and run to do so.
In their minds it makes them someone important or powerful but they have no
clue how God feels about it. Jesus said “Blessed are the meek, for they shall
inherit the earth” (Mathew 5:5) It is the humble, the poor in spirit, all the
ones that those who think they are all that look down on, who will receive the
greatest blessings from God.
Anyway, I digress. Much of the wheat I
already harvested had started to mold so is no good now. I still have 3 acres
left to harvest but realize that I am not capable of doing it by myself or
without equipment. Nate, Cherie’s nephew, said he had some scythes in his
garage but they are 1500 miles away from us. I could harvest, or at least cut
down and bundle, the three acres if I had a scythe, but would still have to
develop a way of threshing and removing the chaff from it. I know, or think I
know, a way to do that but it doesn’t matter if I cannot cut it in the first
place.
But when I started to set up the rack
for the wheat I saw that I need to level off an area so must put the back blade
on the tractor. While I have it on I will work to move much of the windblown
sand that had buried so much on this farm. As I disked I dug up some hoses that
had long since disappeared under the ever moving earth. There is so much to do
here but at the same time so many other needs we know of that others have.
There are watermelons to harvest but the back of the truck is full of moldy
wheat I must decide what to do with. Will the wheat kernels germinate to grow
more next season?
Last week we reinstalled a toilet for
Geneva, one of the seniors we assist. That turned out to be a harder job than
expected and took me nearly 4 hours to complete. Had to hammer away a lot of
concrete and basically fix the poor job someone had done 7 years ago. She has a
young lady who will be coming to live with her. We prayed together about that
yesterday as this young woman has had a rough life and needs the support.
Maisey, our new puppy, is fitting in
well. She seems not at all inclined to go near the road so that is a relief.
However we must be diligent in watching her as she is just a puppy and inclined
to explore. The other dogs help keep her in line but I have to be careful
because Rascal likes to chase the farmer next door when he drives out in his
truck. Maisey watches and learns from the others so that is a habit I do not
want passed on to her.
I am going to run to the post office,
grab a burrito at our favorite roadside stand, and perhaps visit the jail to
see who is there and support the one whom I have been ministering for quite a
while now. That might have to wait for they serve lunch at noon.
There is always much on my mind as I survey
the world around and see the hardships that are coming. The Christian world is
in for some shocks for sure. Most of it has become complacent and comfortable, often
avoiding any kind of activity that will cause controversy or require self-sacrifice.
Understand that this is a general statement and there are many who do not fall
into this trap so don’t get upset with me for saying it. Time to run.
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