I recently read this post, “So God made a farmer who with planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then from tractor driving put in another 72 hours, so God made a farmer.
“God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay ahead of the rain clouds and stop in midfield and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. It had to be somebody who would plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week with a 5-mile drive to church.
“Somebody who would bale a family together with soft strong bonds of sharing who would laugh and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes, when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does. So God made a farmer.”
The preacher said Sunday, “To much is given much is expected and that doesn’t just mean money.”
God has blessed us with the highest cattle market we have ever seen. He has also blessed us with abundant rain of which some on the eastern part of the state might say is too much rain. But thankfully this past week the western part and the Panhandle of Oklahoma finally received good moisture too.
God may be telling some of us to help the poor. While he may be telling some of us to donate money and for others he may be telling us to donate our time. Each one of us needs to listen to what God is telling you. We have been blessed.
One of the younger cowboys at the breakfast table said, “You know who the best bosses are?” We asked who and each one of us were thinking it was us. He said, “No the best boss is one that is always gone.”
My oldest brother-in-law hires his nephews and their kids to come rope and drag his calves to work with them. He said when they do he always brings the crew food for dinner. He said this time he took them 12 hamburgers. Now most of us at the breakfast table thought he might have started with 12 but we are guessing he only got there with six.
Editor’s note: The views expressed here are the author’s own and do not represent the view of High Plains Journal. Jerry Nine, Woodward, Oklahoma, is a lifetime cattleman who grew up on his family’s ranch near Slapout, Oklahoma.
