A Farm Mother’s Try

Winter is hard on the farm in ways that are hard to explain unless you live it. Cold mornings that hit you before the sun ever thinks about rising. Long, cold nights where sleep comes in short stretches, interrupted by checking the weather, listening for the wind, or replaying tomorrow’s to-do list in your head. Quiet prayers whispered over livestock, ponds and tanks, frozen water lines, and tired hands that feel older than they should. On days like these, faith isn’t loud. It’s steady. It’s trusting that God is watching over our animals, our homes, and especially our farm kids—even when the work feels endless and the cold cuts deep. We lean on that faith as we push through winter, believing that spring will come, just like it always does. But winter doesn’t just test the land. It tests the people living on it. Farm life places a heavy strain on both husband and wife, just in different ways. The long hours, physical labor, and weight of responsibility sit deeply on the fathers. At t...