We look at cattle, a lot! We look at cattle everyday, really. Somedays, husband and I will just jump on the four-wheeler or side-by-side in the afternoon, and ride through the cattle for relaxation. I know, it’s weird. We talk about our day or whatever is coming up; sometimes we talk about the cows. We make decisions on who should go and who should stay. It’s our time together. Yesterday, we did this as a wind-down from a full weekend and on our way back to the house, I asked him to stop the buggy so I could get out and take a few pictures.
Like a lot of other times, I knew there was a Word brewing in my spirit. I looked at the pasture that was overloaded with cattle. We have brought home the entire herd from the winter pastures. All of the cattle are here at home while the winter grass is dying and the summer grass is trying to take off. There are a LOT of cows all together and it is pretty unusual for us to have most of them all in one pen.
Those hands! I could say so much about them. I love those hands and the man that they belong to. I’ve been holding this hand for over 26 years and on this day, 25 years ago, I placed a ring on his hand, as he did on mine, and we said “I do!” This is the hand of my husband and the father of my children.
Nobody knows those hands like I do and what they have been through. Those hands speak volumes to me. They tell stories of injuries and work, lots of work. They also could tell stories of babies held and comforted, fevers cooled, casts signed (LOL), tears wiped, and hugs and tickles given. Those hands have shot and caught plenty of game, most for food and some for sport. They have also demonstrated how to fix and repair just about everything, as well as built not only the homes of others, but our own. They are hands that have disciplined and they have applauded.
Those hands have been folded in prayer and raised in praise. Those hands are the closest reminder I have to what the hands of my Heavenly Father are like. Jesus himself worked in carpentry. His hands knew work. His hands knew love, and when I look at the hands of my husband, I get just a glimpse of The Father.
One thing that I know for sure, God won’t let you down. He is our friend and He is our Father. He loves, yet He disciplines. He comforts and He protects. He is just, yet He is merciful. He guides and He provides.
Today, we will celebrate a life that has been built by these hands and the hands of God. We would not be here today had it not been that the hand of God was on us and with us. We’ve been through so much and there have been many opportunities to let go and walk away. Life has been tough sometimes. We have definitely lived our vows! Letting go would have made the enemy so happy, I’m sure. But the day we decided, we decided. There’s no other hand for me. I’ll hold his hand as long as I live, because I know that as I hold his hand, he is holding the hand of the Father and those hands are all I need.
Happy 25th wedding anniversary to us! I love you, G!
Not sure about your area of the world, but around here, we have had A LOT of rain! Lately, we have been experiencing not only some heavy rain, but some pretty big storms as well. We are generally accustomed to storms; we have lived with hurricane seasons all of our lives, but these storms lately have been quite unusual. We have definitely not been saying, “let it rain!”
During hurricane season 2020, we had about 11 trees that were blown over and had to be stood back up and staked down, along our driveway. After one storm last week (not a hurricane), we had to stand 8 trees back up that the wind had blown over even though they were already staked down. Along with the wind, we have had a lot of rain. Each time the weather has been rough, we have gotten several inches of rain. I have really been tired of the rain, especially.
