It’s done. I’ve packed my and Phil’s lunches and I’m headed to the field (laptop in tow) to visit with my hard-working husband. Today’s experiment will be to see if I can write on the combine. No, I won’t be driving. The darling man will be at the controls. Harvest is always a long hard season around here. Eight hour workdays are unheard of on the farm! This translates to very little time together.
Right now, I’m having a serious case of Phil withdrawals. It’s been a long week and my heart is sore from seeing so much pain in so many lives. I’m sorrowful for the chaos in the lives of people I love very much. And then there are the strangers, more than one, from different walks of life, who have opened their hearts to me and shared their sadness, becoming friends in the process.
I think I feel a little like my son used to many years ago when harvest wore on too long. Both of my children missed their daddy, but Phillip seemed to take those days the hardest. He would begin pining for his daddy who left for work before he woke up and returned home long after he had fallen asleep. Those were the days I would take the boy child to ride the combine with his dad while his older sissy and I shared some girl time.
After fellowshipping with The Man this morning, and leaving a ton of prayer concerns at His feet, I’m going to ride the combine with the earthly man He gave me. We’ll lunch and we’ll visit and then, well, I’m going to see if I can churn out some words while we just enjoy being near each other. This should be interesting. I shall report back soon. 🙂
In the meantime, I have a question for you. And facebookers, you may want to leave your comments on the blog because you can use the “anonymous” login. I’m working on a project and I’m interested in how you would answer this question–
My prayer life is _______________________________