My passion

My passion is helping people to feel better!  Today I gave 4 short sessions at the massage therapist convention and it was so awesome!  I watched the ladies who had received the sessions throughout the day and these special ladies walked around with smiles on their faces.  To summarize this very short post, before heading to bed early so that I'm ready for another day tomorrow, I guess you could say that my passion is making people happy.  :)

Farming--why bother?

I've been so overwhelmed with farming this past month and it's not only me. Comments like, "That's why people get out of cattle," or "Why doesn't it just warm up?" or "Will YOU please go check the cows?" are common place with nearly 200 head of cattle to calve out plus 2 grain cleaners running long days and the weather being so gloomy..............................

This morning everyone was OUT of little patience and every one was walking around mumbling to themselves or each other if someone would listen and I asked myself again, "Why am I doing this?  Why are WE doing this?"

What I'm saying is that the concept that there are hungry people in the world who need the beef that we're trying to keep alive just doesn't cut it today. Then God led me to this video. I thought, "If only city people could grasp how much we go through to bring them their food, then maybe somebody would appreciate us a bit."

So I share this with the hopes that at least one person will really listen to it--I mean REALLY listen to it.  In case you think this is an exaggeration, it is NOT.  This is the life of the farmer!  I know because I'm the daughter of a farmer; I'm the wife of a farmer; I'm the mother of 3 farmers; PLUS I am a farmer.  This is my life and sometimes it's a plain old pain in the rear.

I'm praying that you'll think about it and say a prayer for farmers who, besides all that he mentions in this video, risk their lives to deal with mad mamas as we try to help their helpless newborns get out of the mud..........................

I guess, if you haven't lived through calving season, you probably can't grasp the despair that sets in after seeing one or two dead bodies in the mud and snow.  All I ask is that you think of us once in awhile, when you're eating your burgers or your steaks or your roasts, and thank God that some farmer somewhere did the work that brought you that beef because sometimes it's pure hell out here--pure hell!

Weary,

Dawn