02/15/2026
That God for the farm life. š½
So God made a farm kid. š¤
He made a kid whose bare feet are tougher than most boots.
A kid who can bottle-feed a calf before breakfast and still make it to co-op with hay in their hair.
A kid who plays hard ā not with batteries and screens ā but with mud pies, feed buckets, tree limbs, and a barn full of imagination.
He made a kid whose bath water turns brown before the soap even hits it.
Dirt under their nails.
Sun on their cheeks.
Grass stains that never quite wash out.
He made a kid who understands that baby animals donāt always make itā¦
that fences break at the worst timeā¦
that work doesnāt wait just because youāre tired.
He made a kid who loves hard, too.
The kind of love that shows up at midnight to check a laboring doe.
The kind of love that cries over a lost lamb.
The kind of love that knows caring for something means responsibility ā not convenience.
Farm kids are a little different.
They talk about breeding cycles and hay prices at the dinner table.
They know where food comes from ā and what it costs.
Theyāve seen life beginā¦ and sometimes endā¦ before most kids learn long division.
And yeah ā sometimes other kids think theyāre āweird.ā
Weird for knowing too much.
Weird for working too hard.
Weird for understanding life a little earlier than they probably should.
But hereās the thing ā
God didnāt make them weird.
He made them steady.
He made them capable.
He made them tender where it counts and tough where itās needed.
He made a farm kid.
And the world is better for it. š¾šš¤
