My father-in-law, Dave, writes a monthly article for the Dairy Star, a magazine started here in Minnesota but has since grown to be nearly a national magazine. I, little me, write a blog post whenever I think of something that I think folks would read.
Today we had a conversation about upcoming obligations and discussed the huge difference between writing and speaking. He is slated next week for a panel talking about taking care of your employees and I am the keynote speaker at a prayer breakfast in a few months.
People often talk about the passage of “being kind to the least of these” in Matthew, and what keeps running through my head is that I am “poor” in the sense of public speaking and I feel like God is really truly in my care, using the least of these.
Sometimes people can be rude and a little mean on social media because there is a screen that stands between person A and person B. The screen can be a bad thing in that sense. I, however, benefit tremendously from having a screen because nobody can see me cry as I pour my heart out about happenings in our family. That’s the difference for me between writing and speaking. I am determined not to cry while I speak. What a strange goal.
On the subject of pushing oneself beyond what is normal or easy, Joe has been spearheading a building project. We are adding onto a barn and the project is way behind schedule and our cows could really use the space. He feels like many days he would rather just work by himself (big-time introvert), but instead is giving instructions and trying to stay a step ahead of all the people helping out. Joe is doing an awesome job, though, (as is the whole crew) and I think the barn is going to be so nice for our cows when it is ready. Our two oldest have gotten to help out on some Saturdays, and have learned lots.
Somehow it is much easier for kids to try new things and adapt so much easier. I have lots of new things about Ava to share but I think I had better save it for another time. I have written an entire blog post without tears in my eyes, and I think I will count it as progress toward my goal. Thanks for reading.