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…
I could tell that life was wearing him down. Maybe it was the quiet way he opened the door. Or perhaps the deep slow breaths. Whatever it was that tipped me off, I turned, ready for the look of defeat. “I don’t know how to fix it.” The words are clipped and rough. I don’t…
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…
When we first got our cows, milking took all of my mental focus to accomplish. How to make sure everything in the milk house is ready so the milk went into the tank and not onto the floor. How to hold the milker-unit just right so it wouldn’t break suction. How to work efficiently enough to…
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