BAM!! Spring-time planting moods, tiredness, aching backs all take over and it's blue, black, grey, nasty, horrible, painful, and just down-right unpleasant here at the Prairie Farm.
Of course I know nothing like that happens in your happy domicile, right? (just let me keep believing that little dream.)
So.... what's a poor Farmer's Wife to do?
Throw in the towel and sell the Farmer along with his stupid cattle?
Head for the hills and not leave a forwarding address?
Turn into a combination of Roseanne Barr and Jezebel?
Or.... How about....
SING at the top of her lungs in the pickup (after one too many "words")
"I have PEACE like a river; I have PEACE like a river; I have PEACE like a river; in my soul.... I have JOY like a fountain, I have JOY like a fountain, I have JOY like a fountain in my soul....."
"Please God.... increase my patience. Increase my strength.
And PLEASE hold your hand over my mouth, again!"
Sometimes He does and sometimes I pry His fingers away, spout off and have to pray all over again.
It's a good thing He loves me.
And it's a good thing, this one does, too.
Thank you Father God, for your patience, your peace, and his forgiveness.
K~ (the mouthy, but trying to be humble, Farmer's Wife)
** A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers. ~Ruth Bell Graham