Farewell my Not so Beloved Tractor

Today I'm finishing a paper, doing laundry, and memorizing verses. 700 miles away my family is attending a farm action, on the land which used to be my father's. Today marks a final chapter in the end of a era, and I'm not there.

I'm not sure I'm really too sorry that tractors' that I could never put in the right geror are leaving. The grain truck that always stalled on me I'm not sorry to see go. I hope goes to a loving owner. I never spent enough time with the machinery to get to sentimental. Just the same though, with one final bid, I know longer can claim myself as a farmer's daughter. The twinge in my heart is small.

I very thankful for the privilege of being raised on a farm. My dad poured sweat into the land and my mother tears, few and far between were the tears however.

It's very true the saying that if you marry a farmer you marry the farm as well. Mom supported dad in his endeavor. Yes there were the tough moments, yet even those served as an example that mom and dad were willing to work though this together.

All never forget the lessons learned on a tractor. And I'll cherish my growing up years on the prairie.

But I never want to forget the example of a man cared for the ground careful with careful care. My Father believed it was the Lord's and that's how he would care for it. I think dad would be the first to say it wouldn't have been possible without my mother.

Farewell to you dear farm. I may see you again on this earth. I will see mom and dad on this earth, but more importantly in heaven. Eternity is where my parrents place their treasure. Not in land, tractors, or beasts which will all pass way.

That is what I hope to never forget.