Thursday, September 27, 2012

What Now and Faith!

            There is no unbelief;
Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod
And waits to see it push the clod,
He trusts in God.

Whoever says “Tomorrow”  “The unknown”
“The future,” trusts the Power alone
             He dares disown.
                   Lizzie York Case

I was reading a blog post yesterday that made me weep. It was posted by a Farmer who had been struggling and now because of this drought had finally crossed that invisible line of no return. The one most Farmers know is there but tend to trust that with hard work and faith they will never see nor cross.

There was an auction where he stood and watched his livestock, the animals he nurtured and cared for without any regrets, through thick and thin sold to the highest bidder and trucked away at the end of the day heading to places unknown.

He watched as his machinery, some broken down as the years had been tough and he could not afford the expensive parts to fix it properly and cobbled it the best way he could, be sold to the highest bidder, hooked up and dragged down his long, dusty laneway to places unknown.

He watched as the bags of seed, that he had harvested and dried hoping for that day where he would be able plant it and watch it grow that bumper crop, hoping and praying for high prices that would save the farm, sold to the highest bidder. The crop did not even get into the ground.

He then watched while all the time believing this pain could not possibly get any worse, and when after all the equipment, livestock, farm related things were sold and then the auctioneer began to sell his furniture, and the things he and his family had used every day in their loving home. The tears ran down his face when he seen his very strong wife’s single tear roll down her cheek, as she watched her Grandmother’s china sold to the highest bidder.

This Farmer looked over to the faces of his children running around the SOLD sign on the front lawn, they were running with their dogs and laughing unaware of the problems their parents have endured, that eventually pushed them over that invisible line only three months before. The Farmer was overwhelmed but knew this was only another bump in the road of life and they were to be the future. There was a bright future out there, they just had to trust in the unknown, have faith, and keep working hard.

 My heart goes out to all those struggling, it has been one of those tough years for many. Hug a Farmer today.

This is my interpretation of a situation that deeply touched my heart.


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  1. I have no words for this.

    Thank you Buttons

  2. Some of the things I see at auctions and estate sales makes me cry..

  3. I can't imagine. My heart just breaks for them and all others suffering.

  4. Incredibly sad.I hope the farmer and his wife can recover emotionally from this devastation. My eyes are filled with tears too.

  5. At a time like this, I am at a loss for this topic hits so close to my heart...
    How to say that I care?
    How to say that I understand?
    "The Greatest of all is Love"

  6. Sad indeed, but the surge of hope at the end is uplifting.
    It would break my heart to see my horses sold at auction.

  7. I shed tears with you. Illinois is a farming state and we were hit really hard by the drought and heat this year.

  8. Our poor farmers are taking a beating. I pray for those and hope things make a big turn around.

  9. Praying for all those farmers to find a wonderful new life ~ whatever that might be ~ One constant in life is 'change' ~ healing hugs to all ~ (A Creative Harbor)

    thanks for coming by and commenting ^_^

  10. That does make me want to cry. I hate seeing people in trouble.

  11. There are such a happening everywhere at anytime.

    This is what we call life.

  12. Beautifully written....I could feel their pain.

  13. Depending on what this winter brings, more of this could occur next spring or summer. Lovely post and images, B. xo

  14. what a perfect rural thursday post...

  15. so very makes me ache inside when i hear the stories of those affected by mother nature (droughts, floods, hrricanes...) and those who are struggling to find work after being laid off due to the economy.

    hopefully those people like this farmer & his family...will find that silver lining...

  16. I had an experience similar to this last week. We went to our local apple orchard. The trees were bare, with only a few mishapen apples. The farmer had created a corn maze that you could tour for 5 bucks a go. They were selling apples brought in from Quebec. This family's livelihood wiped out in one single season! Very sad.

  17. This made me weep! I live in Eastern Washington, where hay fields used to go on as far as the eye could see. In recent years, our farmers have struggled and many have given up, sold their land-their hay fields replaced with housing developments. Such a loss in so many ways...

    This post is achingly beautiful-your writing is wonderful:)

  18. This is SO SO sad for me to read! There are so many people struggling for the last 5 years...wish this country would turn around for everyone! The old toy was so precious!
    Laurie @ Pride in Photos

  19. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and insights on a very sad situation. Praying for rainy days to come your way soon...

    Nancy at

  20. A beautiful post, yet so very heartbreaking. Unfortunately it is the reality of many farmers in this economy coupled with the severe drought. Very sad.

  21. The human spirit has a way of enduring the impossibly hard times. What a touching post.

  22. Oh Buttons, that made me want to cry too. I really hope that things work out for him and others in his position.
    Thanks for bringing it to our attention.

  23. My father-in-law last most of his farm 10-15 years ago. There just came a time with high interest rates that he could not make the loan payments on the loan the bank had been so happy to give him for years and years. It was the way farmers operated least back them. So it was sad. Family land went away. Bank auction. We still have the flyer. He was able to keep the house and acreage around it. I admired the way he handled it. He took it in stride. We all did. Part of life. He still had plenty to do and plenty to love. My heart goes out to any and all who plant and hope...and that hope dies with the plants. Your poetry at the top? I cross-stitched the first verse for him. Why did I never give it to him???? I do not know. I love what it says. Sandra. Real Life In A Minute

  24. What a kind and thoughtful person you are, Buttons. My eyes are clouding up with tears reading this and then that last part made me smile. There's no way those of us who grew up in a city or a suburb could ever understand what farmers go through.

  25. I have been to many a farm auction, and spared a thought for the sadness they must cause. But maybe there is happiness for those who buy, if they are just starting out.

  26. oh....i can't express my sadness with words. it's such a hard life!

  27. I know this year has been extremely hard on the farmers. My prayers go out to them and their families. Beautiful tribute to a loss.

  28. Wow, this is incredibly sad. I knew farmers were in a tough place this year, but I didn't realize some had it this bad. Thank you for opening my eyes to this.

  29. My heart hurts reading this. Farming is probably all he has ever known.
    This same plight is being played out all over the country.
    Trust and have faith is not always the easiest thing to do but it is the right way to go.

  30. Touching of my patrons along my rural route has a sign dangling from his box....looking for hits everywhere.

  31. Being a "farmer", this post touched me more than you'll ever know. I have tears in my eyes as I write this. I have watched the same kind of auctions in this part of the country--farms that have been in families for years. The recession, drought, higher supply costs have all hurt us badly this year. Thank you for putting into words a reality that's happening all across our country.

  32. heart breaking. my grandparents never left their farm, but their cows were sold prior to grandpa's death, the barn collapsed years ago, and i feel that the house is standing solely on grandma's faith in God. it's my belief that the moment He takes her, the house will cave in.


  33. your well written interpretation of humanity comes at an ironic time for us~

    frank lost a lot of cows due to the fire, and sold a lot before their time due to the fact we have had no rain since july... its been a hard year.

    but on saturday morning when mr foresterman was tallying the burned dead standing trees on our place to see if we have enough to build not just the horse shed but a machine shed too, he frightened a young gimpy angus calf with a pink tag, scooting under the fence by the bottom of the creek where the wire is weighed down by a rockjack. a survivor- weaned before their time - first cow we have seen that side since all the shootings that had to take place that day after the fire. there is beauty in ashes, and sometimes it comes in small things like a gimpy black calf with a pink button...

    it felt good to call frank on saturday morning.


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