Changing Focus

Yesterday, Eli and Rebekah went to the rented pasture to help me set up the electric fence for our first paddock. They enjoy helping with that task and they had the added enjoyment of being able to help unload the custom grazing cattle later in the morning. We generally work together on the task, however, sometimes it makes sense to split up. At one point, we had split up, they were working on the second side of the paddock, while I finished putting posts in the first side.

I got done before they did, so I sat down to wait for a few minutes. While sitting there, enjoying the absolutely gorgeous morning, I couldn’t help but notice a tiny flower. I’m sure that there were many of these tiny flowers, all over the field. However, it wasn’t until I was sitting down and waiting that I noticed it.

Sitting there, admiring the tiny flower, made me think about my life. So often I am in a hurry, trying to get things checked off the to-do list. Am I missing important small things? I sure don’t want to miss the beauty in the small things that make life special. It was a good reminder to me to slow down, enjoy the moment and find the beauty in the situation.

You see, yesterday morning when I left to go to the rented pasture, the first time, I didn’t take Eli and Rebekah with me. I left early and was letting them sleep in. On my way over there I had a flat tire. One that went flat, right now. Generally, I have a full size spare available to change out but it wasn’t in the van. This left me to use the donut that I have NEVER had down from under the van. I called Scott but he was at least 45 minutes-1 hour away from rescuing me. He would have to finish what he was doing at work and then run back by our house to grab a tire. I didn’t really have time for all that because the cattle were to be arriving in about an hour and 15 minutes. That wouldn’t give me enough time to set up the fence.


So I jacked up the van and got the tire off. I was starting the process of getting the donut down from under the van when a truck stopped. It was three guys who put up Morton buildings. They offered to help so accepted their assistance. At first the thought the donut had enough air in it, however, once on the van we could see that it didn’t offer much hope.

I called Scott again and we decided that I would go ahead and try it. I was only about 4 miles from my destination and once I got there I could put air in the tire. Well it didn’t make it four miles. Instead I limped it to a friend’s business and hitched a ride to my Dad’s house. (My parents are divorced but live across the gravel road from each other. So when I’m at one house I’m within walking distance of the other.)

Once at Dad’s, I borrowed his side-by-side to head over to the pasture to set up the fence. That is when I got the call that warranted me mother-of-the-year award. Adisyn was calling to see where I was because she needed to be at work in 45 minutes. UGH! I had forgotten that she was working. For months, she’s been working on Fridays. However, in May she decided to start working Thursdays and Fridays. So I turned around and headed back to my Mom’s. I borrowed her truck and headed home to get Adisyn. (Mind you she was less than 10 minutes late, and if she hadn’t insisted on McDonald’s breakfast she would surely have been on time. Not bad, considering the morning. ha)

It was while I was picking up Adisyn for work, that Eli and Rebekah asked to go along. I certainly wasn’t going to turn down the help at that point! Thankfully, it all worked out the cattle were a little later to arrive than we had first planned, which gave us time to have the fences both up.

I got to enjoy setting up fence with Eli and Rebekah, complete with time to enjoy the beautiful tiny flower that God so carefully crafted. Sometimes I need these reminders to slow down and enjoy the moment. Surely, I’m not the only one who needs this reminder.

Blessings,

Jennifer

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  1. Karie says:

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