Then I Thought of Home

Today's topic is boundaries. Boundaries can be a unit of measure. They tell us how far we can go, how much of something we can have or can do. We all have boundaries, we may not respect them but we have them. They're for our protection. When we have land boundaries it lets everyone know where they belong and where they don't belong, what they are responsible for and what they aren't responsible for. It's the same way in life. Sometimes we cross our boundaries and we know it right away. The stress is overwhelming. The alarms sound. Sometimes they don't. Or maybe they do but we're in so deep we can't hear them. We cross our boundaries and fail to hear the alarm when we over commit or take on to much but somehow get it all done. Everyone is proud of us and talks about how much we do and we think everything is okay. We think we got by with it. We think we've done it all. But is it really okay, did we really do it all? Did we ...

Everyone knows this blog and our family page is about promoting God, the family and farming. So I want to promote you and your family and your farm. I'm going to be featuring one farm family a week. If you are interested in sharing your story with us please message me or leave a comment and I'll get back with you. If you are interested it would mean telling the story of your farm, has it been in the family for years or are you first generation farmers. What do you raise, grain, livestock, produce, poultry whatever it is we want to hear about it. Pictures of your family and the farm would be wonderful. Maybe you grew up on a farm and no longer live there but have fond memories, that's good too we want to hear them. I can't wait to hear from you as we get the word out about the farmers and the wonderful job they do feeding not only America but the world.

Our focus has been on mom this last week and that's as it should be with all that has been going on with her but today my dad is on my heart and in my mind. While my brothers and I were growing up dad was a quiet man. He didn't talk a lot but mostly stood back and listened as others talked. As he has gotten older that's changed. Now he is a talker. Now he actually goes up and starts conversations with people he doesn't even know. Our dad was like a lot of your dads were at the time. They worked long hours and you didn't spend as much time with them as you did with your mom. Dad often worked twelve hour days at his public job then came home worked on his own farm plus almost daily worked on his fathers farm. I know my dad didn't like his public job, he was glad to have it of course but I'm sure there were days he didn't want to go. I don't think my brothers and I understood that until we were older because Dad never complained. He provid...