One of the unforgiving facts of the farm is...it cannot be hurried. A farmer cannot fly out of bed with his hair-on-fire, run out to the field, jam seeds in the ground, and expect a harvest the next day. You can stand over the planted seed screaming & yelling about your desperate situation, but the …
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“What Are You Fishing With?”
I’m not the best fisherman. In fact, I have several fishing stories about not catching fish while being with guys, and grandchildren, who do. One time a friend, after catching a bunch of slab crappie said, “let’s trade rigs,” you guessed it, he caught fish on my rig and his rig went silent, I like …
“My Dog Died”
They, our four-legged children, become family members. They meet us at the door with their happy bark, wagging tails and a lick to welcome us home. They forgive us when we lose our temper. They can read our minds, and they even know our darkest secrets. Most of all they love us…even when we are …
Who Are You Trying To “Delight”?
This is the question that drives our behaviors…our choices. When I was young AND wanted to “delight” mom & dad, everything seemed to go well. But when I was bent on myself, well, things got heated. In fact, I can still hear that black belt coming around the belt loops of dad’s britches. I knew …
Lesson From The Farm: We Harvest What We Farm
The fundamentals of life are found on the farm. Afterall, that is where God started man… in the Garden of Eden. It was on the farm that God set life applications in place. I grew up on a rice & soybean farm outside of Hamburg, Arkansas. Here are some of the applications I recognize. I …
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“I Can’t Carry All Of That!”
I was a young college boy the day I learned about perspective. I had run out of gas and walked about a mile to the gas station. When I asked the station manager if I could borrow a gas can, he replied, “All I have is a 5 gallon can." I immediately thought about caring …
“Where Am I?”
If you have never walked through the bottoms of a pin oak flat while hunting or hiking, you have missed an experience. One of the unique things you will discover is that everything looks the same. If it’s a mature forest the limb canopy will hide the sun, and if you are coon hunting at …
I Had No Idea…
I must have been 6 or 7 years old the summer I spend with my dad’s Aunt Mary & Uncle Aldo (Doe Doe). They lived in the country outside Carlisle, AR, just down the road from the house my grandpa & dad built. I remember the first morning, before the sun came up, Uncle Doe …
Looks Official
This mailer caught my attention the other day. It appears to be important. Afterall it’s my “second notice.” As I opened it, I noticed the official looking type of font, similar to the IRS. But, down at the bottom, in fine print it says, “Not affiliated with or endorsed by any governmental agency.” I wondered …
Lessons From The Farm: His Hands
My dad had massive, callused hands. If he tightened a nut with his hands, you didn’t need a wrench. When my dad was a young boy, he and his dad built their house (probably 90 years ago – still occupied in Carlisle, AR) with their hands. Dad could build whatever he needed out of wood …
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