The world is our playground.
God sure knew what He was doing when He sent a certain country boy my way.
My sights were set on the big city in college.
Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard?
It's true and something my family will never let me live down :).
I had stars and big city lights in my eyes, not knowing these cows and a country sky is what I needed most.
And yet here I am, calling calves like these "cutie" and trekking through the pastures, my two girls in tow. I couldn't be happier.
It's been said that the world is our playground. I'll amen to that.
More specifically, our farm is our playground.
Quite often we throw our boots on over whatever we happen to be wearing at the time (jammies or play clothes) and head down to the Log Barn Place where most of our cows reside. The girls and I drive slow in some places, fast in others. We roll the windows down, listen real hard, talk to the cows, and imagine. Boy, do we ever imagine all kinds of things.
We also love a good treasure hunt. You never know what will show up on the farm. Bark, leaves, acorns, sticks in the shapes of letters, stumps, flowers, bugs…I could go on. The world is a magical place my friends. The beauty is not lost on my girls and I like that.
Sometimes we even come across a love note from God Himself.
I might not be sure of a lot some days, but I'm sure I feel God in the wind, see Him in my girls' twinkly eyes, hear Him in their laughter….
Our farm is our place of worship and study. It's our classroom, our vacation spot from the house chores, and yes-our playground.
We always return to the house physically tired and mentally happy.
Do you have a place like this you can go?