Either we are doing something right and Satan doesn’t like it, or God is telling us to pack up and go home. How are we supposed to know which it is?
We knew this wouldn’t be easy, and we didn’t expect it to be, but we’re 24 hours in and I think we’ve all considered waving our white flag in surrender. Not much has gone right today. If we fix one thing, two go wrong. It feels like we’re running in circles.
I’m sure it doesn’t help that we are all running on about 3 hours of sleep. We found Grady sitting on the couch reading his bible at 3 o’clock this morning. That totally warms my heart and makes me say “what the heck, kid”? I think tonight will be better, they just needed to get adjusted.
As soon as Jake fired up the combine it broke down. Not a change a quick bearing breakdown either. A call and wait on John Deere to come diagnose and fix it kind of breakdown. When you’re cutting your own wheat and have a breakdown it’s annoying but you deal with it. When you’re cutting someone else’s wheat who is depending on you it puts a knot in your stomach and makes you feel helpless.
Grady could tell the day wasn’t going well and he did the first thing he thought of. He told the boys he wanted to pray with them. And as they stood around the pickup they bowed their heads while Grady prayed for us all to stay safe, and for every combine in the universe to not be broke down. So if you’re combine mysteriously started working today, I know a little boy you can thank.
Sure enough, it wasn’t much longer before our attitudes started to turn around. We all rode to the neighboring town to get a part, and thankfully it wasn’t a hard fix. A little good fellowship goes a long ways. We were able to get the combine fixed in time to finish the field tonight.