I miss my farmer
Was it just in my mind’s eye, or was he really wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt just like my farmer’s Carharrt one? Did I see that same contented little boy look of a man driving a tractor on a cool clear morning?
My farmer is much better looking than the guy on the tractor that just drove past, but everything else was so like him it was hard to breathe for a moment.
I miss my farmer.
And I can’t wait until I can look out my window (that will have sunflower curtains hanging above it) and see my farmer driving up.
You know what I’ll do then?
I’ll leave the food to burn or boil over. I’ll race out, stand on my tiptoes, and greet him with a kiss before he even gets the tractor turned off.
And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll get to sit on his lap awhile and we can watch the sun set from the seat of his tractor.
This is so wonderful. I’m so excited for you as you entered into this new season of life.
I know you don’t know me at all but I’ve been reading things on this website (and the journal before the website) for ages mpw and its so fun to see you writing this after years of faithfulness to this man while he was still unknown.
May the Lord bless you and your man.
Remember always how the Lord works: What appears to be defeat is oft times victory. What may look like dry bones can rise up to be a mighty army. And what looks like death may in reality be the very essance of life.
In Christ,
Natasha
Gretchen,
I enjoy keeping up with your wonderful season of life! It truly is exciting as you prepare for marriage and then begin your lives together..I am so happy for you both. How thrilling! 🙂
Keep up the great work at the website, and can’t wait to see your story on the courtship page! 🙂
Leah V.
Gretchen,
The way you write with such love about your farmer is so beautiful…
how sweet the joy of realised dreams… awwwwwww
Gretchen, I want to start blogging. Would you visit my blog and tell me what you think?
I think its http:/godsgirl.eponym.com/blog