We don't want to be on the road any more than you want us there. In a perfect world, every field we farm would be connected. Every customer we help, every hay field we cut, every crop we harvest would be right next door to the last one. But that's not reality. Today's farms often mean traveling between fields, helping neighbors, moving equipment from one job to the next, and covering miles of back roads to get where we need to be. We know farm equipment is large. We know it can slow traffic down. We know it can be frustrating when you're trying to get somewhere. But we ask that when you see farm equipment on the road, you slow down, stay alert, and give us a little grace. Please don't pass unless it's safe. If you see us slowing down or preparing to turn, give us room. Many pieces of equipment need extra space to make a turn, and what looks like we're moving over may actually be us setting up for that turn. Most importantly, remember there is a person inside...
Bad News Wednesday The other day I wrote about how bad news seems to travel in threes. I wish I could say that story ended there… but apparently bad news also has a preferred delivery day in our house — Wednesday. The other night I got the phone call no parent loves getting: my daughter broke her finger. And not just a little break. She broke it good. The kind where doctors have to numb it, reset it, and put it in a cast. When she decided to do it, she apparently decided to make it count. And as I sat there processing it all, a strange thought crossed my mind… every bit of bad news we’ve gotten lately has landed on a Wednesday. Now before anyone thinks I’m throwing a pity party, I’m not. Things could always be worse. There are people walking through far heavier things than a broken finger or the other bumps life has thrown our way. I know that. I’m grateful that this is the kind of “bad news” we’re dealing with. But I’ve also been praying lately. I’ve been praying for God ...