The Lord’s most faith filled and loyal servants are farmers.
They gamble their hard earned money on seed in the spring, work tirelessly to get it in the ground on time and spend the rest of the summer praying for the right amount of rain and good growing weather so their gamble pays off in the fall.
That’s why it’s so heartbreaking when the weather falls through and the crop fails.
Our rural farming community was devastated by a summer solstice wind and hail storm this week that destroyed crops, trees and structures.
Corn that stood thigh tall this week was reduced to bare stalks or even black fields this morning. Bean fields that were starting to flourish look like they had never been planted.
Many farmers put the crops in just more than a month ago. Some have put fertilizeron the ground to help the plants flourish. I’ve seen a lot of crop sprayers on the road lately, so they likely recently sprayed for weeds. They’ve invested monetarily as well as with their time and sweat. They take great pride in their work.
It was a heartbreaking drive this morning to see many in our community built out of farmers struck by this powerful catastrophe. Crop insurance money can buy feed for the cattle but it doesn’t buy the pride after harvesting a well yielding crop.
In town, many gardens and flowers were ruined. Siding was stripped of its paint or had holes from the golf ball sized hail.
Trees that grew up with our community were snapped in half or uprooted completely. Their bark was stripped and their leaves laid on the ground. The damage was both breath taking and tear inducing.
I’ve witnessed a handful of these natural disasters and every time our community rocks the cleanup process. My first drive through town this morning showed a war zone of uprooted trees, branches and leaves.
The next time I drove through town there were local contractors from different companies loading large tree trucks into semis and hauling them away.
They weren’t collecting a paycheck. Likely, this day of community service will end up costing them money, but there they were donating time, energy and equipment.
It was a horrible storm, but watching all of those helpers put their lives on hold was refreshing.
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.” To this day, especially in times of “disaster,” I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.” – Fred Rogers
The cleanup effort in town was well publicized and covered because there’s more people in a concentrated area, but don’t forget about our hard working neighbors outside of city limits. They’ve endured the structural devastation to their houses and barns as did the residents in town but also carry the burden of the ruined fields and loss of income. Save a spot for them in your prayers.