Deal with it…

How do you prepare yourself for bad news? How do you “accept” and “move on” when bad things happen that are out of your control? I need to learn, and fast. One storm can ruin a $80,000 pivot…actually two $80,000 pivots; and “sand-blast” the tiny corn leaves, leaving them scarred and tattered. What if we get four of those storms this spring? Three next year? Five the year after that? What about hail, flooding, early frost, late frost, disease? One or all of these things, completely out of our control, could easily happen every year, and likely will. Yes I realize that’s why we have insurance, but it’s still a lot to deal with! In ten years I’ll be a twitching, frazzled mess! It’s so easy to say “don’t worry , it’s out of our hands” but I need to live and believe that! Pray for me to trust the Creator of the Universe with my husband’s life, my life (the lives of cute little babies when they come), and our corn’s life. (I feel pathetic reading over that sentence, but I mean it!)

<3 Emily


I spent my Easter weekend taking care of a 7 month old, bald and pale, blue eyed baby girl who I thought needed me so much, but as it turned out, it was I who needed her. She came to me from a home where her needs are not met, where she survives, but does not thrive. When I brought her to our home, she seemed so exhausted, yet too tense to fall asleep; I have never seen a baby so still or so quiet. Her eyes followed me everywhere, and when I bent down to smile and give her a kiss, she surprised me by reaching up and putting her hands on my cheeks and giving me the biggest smile! I almost lost it right then, but I felt so strongly God telling me it was no coincidence she was here this weekend. My sisters and I loved on her as much as we possibly could, and as the night went on she started smiling and talking (or cooing) more and more. With no word from her parents, I decided she would be staying the night with us, and I wrapped her up as tight as I could and started to rock her to sleep. She smiled at me until she fell asleep, but I couldn&#8217;t put her down, I wanted her to feel safe and warm. As I rocked her, God was laying on my heart a pretty serious question- how far would I go? If she was taken from her parents would I take her, even though it would mean a lot of changes in our life? All the difficulties she is going to face with learning, and developing, would I face those with her? She slept for almost 9 hours, without waking up. I fed her right away, and I could already see a big difference in her. We put together the best Easter outfit we could (not much to work with) and then Andrew played with the baby while I got ready. I fell even more in love with him watching him be so sweet to her! After church we went to Andrew&#8217;s parents for lunch, where she got even more love and attention. Andrew&#8217;s grandma actually had her laughing so hard she couldn&#8217;t breathe! Andrew and I couldn&#8217;t believe how noisy she was, laughing, gibbering, squealing; she just seemed so happy! I still hadn&#8217;t heard from the parents and was planning on another night with her when I got a call that they wanted me to take her back. I started to cry as I picked up her things. As Andrew and his parents prayed over her I kept telling God over and over that I would take her and give up our easy life so that this baby could know love; so that I could teach her about Jesus who loved her so much he gave his life for her! Taking her home was the hardest thing I&#8217;ve ever done. All I can do is pray for her, and believe that Jesus knows every day of her life, past present and future, and that he loves her more than I could even begin to. Thank you sweet baby girl for giving me such a strong picture of what Christ did for me. Thank you Lord for what you taught me about Your love this weekend. I know that you are asking me to care for children like this in my future, and I will willingly do so.

I spent my Easter weekend taking care of a 7 month old, bald and pale, blue eyed baby girl who I thought needed me so much, but as it turned out, it was I who needed her. She came to me from a home where her needs are not met, where she survives, but does not thrive. When I brought her to our home, she seemed so exhausted, yet too tense to fall asleep; I have never seen a baby so still or so quiet. Her eyes followed me everywhere, and when I bent down to smile and give her a kiss, she surprised me by reaching up and putting her hands on my cheeks and giving me the biggest smile! I almost lost it right then, but I felt so strongly God telling me it was no coincidence she was here this weekend. My sisters and I loved on her as much as we possibly could, and as the night went on she started smiling and talking (or cooing) more and more. With no word from her parents, I decided she would be staying the night with us, and I wrapped her up as tight as I could and started to rock her to sleep. She smiled at me until she fell asleep, but I couldn’t put her down, I wanted her to feel safe and warm. As I rocked her, God was laying on my heart a pretty serious question- how far would I go? If she was taken from her parents would I take her, even though it would mean a lot of changes in our life? All the difficulties she is going to face with learning, and developing, would I face those with her? She slept for almost 9 hours, without waking up. I fed her right away, and I could already see a big difference in her. We put together the best Easter outfit we could (not much to work with) and then Andrew played with the baby while I got ready. I fell even more in love with him watching him be so sweet to her! After church we went to Andrew’s parents for lunch, where she got even more love and attention. Andrew’s grandma actually had her laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe! Andrew and I couldn’t believe how noisy she was, laughing, gibbering, squealing; she just seemed so happy! I still hadn’t heard from the parents and was planning on another night with her when I got a call that they wanted me to take her back. I started to cry as I picked up her things. As Andrew and his parents prayed over her I kept telling God over and over that I would take her and give up our easy life so that this baby could know love; so that I could teach her about Jesus who loved her so much he gave his life for her! Taking her home was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. All I can do is pray for her, and believe that Jesus knows every day of her life, past present and future, and that he loves her more than I could even begin to. Thank you sweet baby girl for giving me such a strong picture of what Christ did for me. Thank you Lord for what you taught me about Your love this weekend. I know that you are asking me to care for children like this in my future, and I will willingly do so.



It’s Spring

This season is so new and different for me now that I’m a farmer’s wife. There is always the excitement of summer being just around the corner, but on the farm spring brings some of the most spectacular smells, sights and feelings of the year!

   Tractors and implements come out of hibernation, ready to turn up the soil and watch it drink in the warm sunshine and spring rain. Standing in a freshly tilled field, with rain clouds heavy above your head,  it’s a smell you’ll never forget and can’t get enough of!

    Then there’s the calves. Oh the calves…. standing so awkwardly on their long legs, while their mommas keep them looking so fluffy and soft. When they start to play you won’t be able to help laughing out loud, watching them frolic around so childishly, on their “sea legs”. 

    Spring is also the beginning on the farm. Everything we do throughout the year starts here, with one tiny seed after another. Farmers spend every day giving those seeds exactly what they need to grow into the biggest, healthiest crop they can be!



The Curious Case of….Case

I woke up at the luxurious time of 8:30 AM to the sound of birds chirping, and the smell of a fresh, cool spring morning. I couldn’t help but think to myself “this is going to be a lovely day”. Case, as usual, was laying at the foot of the door, waiting for me to make an appearance. I let him in to say good morning and give him his much needed affection, then told him to “sit” and “stay” on the new “doggie mat” we purchased last night. Normally he is pretty good at those commands, but in the morning he gets what I like to call “the stares”. He won’t take his eyes off of me, or be further than 2 feet from my side. It’s not a possessive gesture, more that his eyes are saying “I adore you”. It’s pretty hard to resist, but I knew I had to teach him to stay on that mat. I made him “sit” and “stay” again as I sat down to eat my cereal, but after two bites, he was at my feet. I placed him back on the mat and repeated the commands, a little more firmly. Two bites later and he was at my feet again. I stayed tough, and put him back on the mat, and this time he laid down looking like he finally understood. I kept eating and was reading some of my notes from church on sunday when I looked over and saw Case dragging the doggie mat next to my chair, where he then laid down on it and started staring at me. Umm….wow. I decided we could practice staying on the mat later, got the leash and we headed out for a walk. As usual I had to keep giving his head little shoves so he would quit staring at me and watch where he was going. This morning was especially bad, and as we got off the street and onto the sidewalk, Case walked right into the curb, and literally fell down. Luckily no one was there to witness his little blunder and we kept going. We passed within a foot of a dead squrriel, a dead bird and a live bird, and he didn’t notice any of them…too busy staring. As we finished the walk, and he started behaving like a normal dog I was thinking of ways to fix his little weirdness, but the more I thought the more I realized, what are dogs for, if not to love us so much it hurts ?      



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It was 12 degrees this morning and according to weather.com it felt like -3. I texted Andrew to tell him how cold it felt outside, and he texted back, “I know, I am fixing fence”. Of course, he also had to take hay to the cows and break the ice in their water tank. Sometimes I think the things farmers do for their livestock is inhumane…   



Popcorn

Andrew was hauling popcorn to the Preferred Popcorn plant today. Next time you go to a movie or sporting event in Nebraska, make sure you get some popcorn, you might know the person who grew it! I also want to say that Nebraska Farmers appreciate the University of Nebraska supporting locally grown and bagged products! A lot of people may not know this, but Nebraska-grown popcorn is some of the best in the world. Theaters from more than 20 countries come here to buy their popcorn. I think that’s something to be proud of! 