There was just so much snow the second winter on the place, and without the equipment to clear it, we ended up walking to the barns. The sows had wood chip bedding that had to be changed every other day. We would go get a pickup load of chips from Boise Cascade, park the truck at our front gate, and then fill feed sacks with them to drag down to the hogs. By late February, there was a break in the weather, and the higher temperatures softened the deep snow, causing us to fall through it with every step. We were exhausted just getting from one place to another.
|Last half of trek to the barns|
For another half hour, zombie like, I assisted, but when I left to go back to the house by myself, the tears fell freely as I struggled through the snow. I cried out to the Lord, “I cannot do this another day. I have reached the end of my resources. Help me, please!” As I looked up through blurry eyes I was drawn to a bush alongside the drive. It was covered in buds just ready to pop open! My heart soared! Spring was on its way! Now I knew I could do this, even if it was just one day at a time. God had answered my prayer in a most unusual way.
Much later, by a year or two, I was again passing that bush, but this time in late fall, and I noticed it was covered in buds just ready to open. But wait. That can’t be. I had to laugh when I realized this was a bush that budded in the fall, and remained budded until spring. I had been blinded to that fact of nature so that I could have an encouragement from Him. Praise His name!