And God Made...

So God made a Farmer. No music, no fancy moves, no skimpy clothing, no hot models, just simple stunning photographs of farm life. It caught attention and is being talked about all over the web.

God made the farmer (and the baker, mechanic, lawyer, pastor, construction worker, etc etc etc) and when the farmer found his bride then there were farm boys and farm girls.

Farmer's daughter. That would be me, because before I lived in the city and spent most of my days inside toiling away over the stove I lived on the farm.

God made the farmer's daughter. Maybe He did that because if we hadn't lived on the farm we probably would have turned into prissy little girls.

Well I don't know about the other farm girls, but that probably would have been true of me.


The farm girl whose job is too bottle feed calves who have no mother and this involves letting the calf suck violently on your finger. Calves can produce quite the amount of saliva and you will know this after your clothes get drenched in it.

The farm girl who helps sort hogs until she is covered in hog poop and everything about her reeks of hog manure. And the farm girl will find this rather smelly disgusting task great fun.

 "wow you are so cute after you finish sorting hogs" said no one ever.

The farm girl spends all morning chopping up various parts of the deceased cow and then goes in and has cooked cow for dinner. Thus she lacks the social grace sometimes of not talking about the particulars of butchering at the table.

The farm girl will know how to make big meals for big strong men (brothers and father and the occasional hired hand).

The farm girl will pray reverently for the right weather and know the devastation of one storm.

The farm girl will know the wonderfulness of having her father safely home. She will go to the funerals of other farmers who ran into the deadly side of farming. In the back of her mind will be the fact that when she sees her farmer dad come in for a cool drink it could be the last glimpse of him on this earth.

The farm girl will walk alone in the field and love where she lives. She will love the rush of the wind on her face when she drives the tractor down the road. The farm girl will pick up dirt covered clothes and love making them clean.

The farm girl, no mater where life takes her will always be a farm girl in her heart because she had a daddy that God made into a farmer.