It's raining again. The clouds are rallying with their spring-storm war cry to test our patience. The creeks are rising and little rivers trickle through the fields as I watch the relentless patter against the window.
It's been a tough spring. Though we are not farmers, our neighbors and friends are, and we've watched as the April freeze damaged their wheat and the torrential rains flooded roads and fields.
Our pastor spoke at church about the faith of a farmer. He said that it is one of the only occupations where your livelihood depends completely on nature's mercy. And it's true. The farmer sows his seeds believing they will grow into a crop that will be the source to feed his family. He has faith that there will be enough - but not too much - rain and sun. He trusts that the tractors and combines will make it through the planting and harvesting, and that the gas prices will fall and the crop prices rise to meet his needs. And whether the season is a success or failure, he rises each morning with new hope to do it all over again with the faith that only a farmer has.
When you shop for your groceries this week, stop and pray for the farmer. They request the least accolades, but in their quiet work, deserve it most.