This morning I was reading 1 Samuel while studying the life of Saul. In chapter 10, Saul is acclaimed as king (see v. 24). And in the very next chapter, he's out in the field with his oxen (11:5). I love that! Once a farm boy, always a farm boy I guess.
It gets into your blood. Farming is a simple, enjoyable, and fulfilling life. No city chaos. Just peace and quiet. And lots of hard work. There are always yards to mow (as I did today). .
Or fields to bush hog.
The world feels light, and happiness comes from the littlest of things. You work regardless of whether it's 100 degrees outside or 30 degrees. You go with the rhythm of the day and of the year. Someone once wrote a book called Flat Broke with Two Goats. I get it! For me, living on a farm is healthier both physically and mentally. It's not always easy, but nothing of true value comes without effort.
I imagine King Saul missed the quiet days of his upbringing on the farm. It's like going to your own private National Park. If I would ever have to leave the farm, I would miss it something awful.
Thank God I'm a country boy yeah!