02/15/2026
That God for the farm life. 🌽
So God made a farm kid. 🤎
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 — not with batteries and screens — 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 don’t always make it…
that fences break at the worst time…
that work doesn’t wait just because you’re 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 — 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 — and what it costs.
They’ve seen life begin… and sometimes end… before most kids learn long division.
And yeah — sometimes other kids think they’re “weird.”
Weird for knowing too much.
Weird for working too hard.
Weird for understanding life a little earlier than they probably should.
But here’s the thing —
God didn’t make them weird.
He made them steady.
He made them capable.
He made them tender where it counts and tough where it’s needed.
He made a farm kid.
And the world is better for it. 🌾🐄🤎
