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Do I really believe that what I believe is really real? I was thinking about that question as I drove home yesterday. I believe that God is all-powerful, all-knowing and omnipresent. But I don’t act like it. I act like I have to accomplish things in my own power because God can’t or won’t. I…
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He grips my hand as we step out of the barn. It was another late night milking. Part of getting ready for winter. Using every bit of daylight to do field work. We’re almost to the house when I feel his tug. I step off the rough rocks of the driveway into soft grass. “Come…
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His tiny feet stepped through the cornfield. Toes covered in mud. “Put this on the pile,” the Farmer’s voice instructed him, handing over the ear of field corn. He chubby little hands circled the ear. He looked at the pile, then back at the man who was pulling corn from the mud. He smiled and…
Cleaning the milk tank is not my favorite job. Our milk truck driver isn’t very good about washing it and the “milk stone” (where the milk has dried) can be a pain to scrub off. This morning as I was dipping the long handled brush into hot soapy acid water and beginning to scrub, I…
Morning gleams bright. Another late milking. Devotions began and ended with one verse. “to know this love that surpasses knowledge- that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:19 For two hours the words swirl as I lift milkers, squat, pull, wash, scrape, move. What is the measure…
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