Yesterday, I brought home the non-smoked round of meats from the butcher from our pig. As I filled the freezer, my heart leaped for joy and my eyes filled with tears. Beautiful, delicious, nutritious security that I raised! I knew this pig. I knew what he ate, I knew how he lived. I was involved in his life every step of the way except birth and weaning. And he provided for us. It feels.....is there even a word for it? Complete is the closest I think I can get.
Hand in hand with God and the land, we raised our food. All that work, all that new and unfamiliar work for me mattered. It makes sense. It has reason and purpose.
Why have we as a people gotten so far from that lifestyle? We must have felt the wealthy had it better than us and we pursued wealth and convenience. To what end? Frozen pizza, and ramen noodles? Leisure apparently is worth more than fruitful husbandry? I think so at times, as evident in my recent posts. Who doesn't like to put their feet up and have luxuries?
But, now I have a new resolve. My heart swells in anticipation for next year. I did so much this year. I stretched myself farther than I ever thought I could. Imagine how much more I can stretch myself next year! My children are older, too, and eager to help. My husband is on board after our successful run. We can really make Scott Family Micro Farm Work!
Who's to say God won't bless us with a real working farm? Perhaps He will.