Papa came to our door today, dropping off a snack because Kenzley didn’t get up to feed on time. I looked at him and could see in his eyes that he wasn’t okay. I asked, “Are you okay?” He nodded and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” but I knew he didn’t mean it. I prompted again, “What’s wrong?” He then droppd his eyes and said, “I think I just got too hot yesterday, but griping about it won’t help. Things have to get done around here, one way or another.”
In that moment, I realized our lack of appreciation for our farmers. They work tirelessly, whether it’s scorching hot or freezing cold. They don’t gripe or complain because they know it doesn’t make a diffrence – things have to get done. Their hard work ensures we have crops, biofuels, and food on our tables.
So thank you. Thank you to the papas, the dadas, the uncles and the men and women who farm for us. Today, I urge you not just to thank a farmer, but to pray for them. They need us. They need our support, our encouragement, our gratitude, and our prayers. Let’s appreciate the dedication and sacrifics they make every single day. 🌾🙏❤️
Credit – Hardesty Cattle co. ( Respect 🫡)
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