Friday, August 16, 2013

No Bulls.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

it's the question every child is asked.


A small person with a big question.

"A farmer."
That was always my answer.

"I want a farm with cows and calves, but no bulls."

Then I grew into a teenager, and my dreams diminished behind big hair and make-up,
and the awkward realization that boys existed.

What if God didn't want me to be a farmer?
What if God wanted me to be a missionary, or a teacher

or a teacher's wife?

Should I put my dreams before what God wanted for me?

So I set those dreams aside.

It was just a small dream anyhow.
A small dream by a small child.

I studied.
I graduated from high school.

I went far, far away to college and met lots of boys,
lots of possibilities to go anywhere in the world.

And then I came home.

I came home disappointed that the life I had wondered about,
the expectation of a new adventure,
was put back on the shelf as I took up the jobs I could get,
the jobs I had done before I had gotten my grand education.

And I swallowed hard that awful taste of humility.

That's who the pastor's wife mentioned one day in a women's class at church.

A small women with a small bucket.

She stood at the well one day watering a stranger's camels
and the next thing she knew, her whole life had turned into the adventure she'd always dreamed of.

And then one ordinary day, I helped my sister move into her new home in a new place
and went through a small door
into her new church,
and met my new adventure:

a farmer.

And now we have cows and calves...

and a bull resulting from a castration mishap,
waiting to go to the butcher.

And I have to smile at the ways of God, His keen sense of humor,
and His joy of hearing a small child's dreams.

This blog post is in for Lisa Jo's writing for 5 minutes about the word prompt:


  1. This post made me smile, and encouraged me -- one who is home, and disappointed sometimes, feeling small with my small bucket. Thank you!

  2. Right now I'm where you were after coming home from college. This post gives me hope that my Rebekah ending is somewhere up ahead, too.

  3. Thank you. What comes to mind re: quite the opposite. There's just NOTHING SMALL about our God in how He blesses; how He answers prayer. Nothing 'small' about the praise He deserves for his goodness to us all.

  4. I love this post! We too have cows and calves, and have had bulls in the past...but they didn't stay around very long! :) Thanks for sharing!

  5. And another sumptuous piece of fabric is woven with your words. Wondrous to see and feel. As always, thank you and God Bless

  6. Thank you, for your lovely post !

  7. Thanks for encouragement to me!


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