As the years go by and thousands of piglets are born, weaned and gone to market. I think about the number of lives born each day and the very few people who have the opportunity to feed them. While some may never dream of stepping foot in a pile of pip poop or having a sow spit her corn and soybean meal breakfast in their face, I just laugh and am grateful to do so. I walk in the barn yelling, "Morning girls, it's breakfast time!" I lay kisses on the new born piglets, so grateful God gave them life and for their life to be in my hands. While I don't know what my future holds in farming, I know as I am alive and well I will wake to make each day count. I have all I need this morning with the air I breathe and a healthy body with food to nourish it. A loving family, boyfriend, best friend and animals that cling to my care are a added blessing from the Lord.
As I look in the mirror each day the reflection doesn't seem to change much, but I know years from now I will think differently. I love waking each day with things I can count on and clinging to faith with the things I can't. While I can't count on how long my life will be, I will make each day count. All I need is an animal to lick my face, a family to hug me, my boyfriend to kiss me and a Bible to fall on. I can't count the number of prayers I have said to God, but I close each one with blowing Him a kiss and reaching out my arms to hug Him. He gives me the inspiration to share these thoughts and days of my life with all of you in hopes it will spark a light in you heart to make it count too.
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