I'm going to sound a bit like a "farmer" here. By that I mean "we" (meaning farmers) have the reputation for complaining about the weather. It never makes us happy. It never does what we want, when we want it to. (Sounds a little like life right?)
"It's too dry, we could sure use some moisture."
"We're harvesting, we don't need any rain right now."
"These open winters sure make it easy on the cows."
"We could sure use some snow to get some runoff."
"This darn snow. I can't get the hay to the cows."
You get the picture. And I hate to complain, because we really did need some runoff for the bone dry reservoirs around here.
But I'm going to. I HATE MUD!
And here are a few reasons:
Boots after coming in from the car.
And these are the front steps to our house :
Because this is how the driveway looks
And this is the way to the barn.
So is it any wonder really, that at this moment, mud is not on my list of favorite things?
But like I said, I'm a country girl at heart and when my yard is greening up, the lilacs don their purple crowns, and the winter wheat pokes its green head out of the long sleep of winter, I'll be thanking God for all this mud.
Do me a favor: The next time I start whining about the hot, dry, dusty world we live in, point me back to this post to remind me to be thankful for all things. As it says in Zechariah 10: Ask the LORD for rain in the springtime; it is the LORD who makes the storm clouds. He gives showers of rain to men, and plants of the field to everyone.
Thank you Lord, for all this spring moisture! (Even the mud.)