Do
you ever think of how much time and energy we put into waiting? As
children we wait for school to let out, Christmas and birthdays and
vacations to come. As adults we wait for things all the time, checks in
the mail, vacations, and school to get back in session.
Seems
to me that as a farmer, waiting is even more a part of life. After
seeds are planted, we wait. We wait for them to sprout, to grow , to
produce so we can harvest. We wait for the fruit of our planning when we
wait for baby animals to be born. We wait for the weather to be right
to make the hay; we wait for the parts to come for the tractor, hoping
that the weather will still be right for hay making when they arrive. We
wait for snow to melt, for rain to come, for sun to shine. We wait for
mud to dry, grass to grow, corn to tassel, females to cycle, gestate and
give birth, and for babies to nurse and grow.
We
have things to do while we wait. We can prepare birthing areas; we can
prepare equipment; we can prepare storage areas, fences, ground for
planting, and hundreds of other things. But we can not prepare for
waiting. It just is. There is nothing we can do to hurry things along,
it is not in our control.
The
weather will do what it does. We wait. The plants will grow at their
own pace. We wait. The animals will birth when it is time. My
grandmother said “the apple will drop when it is ready” when referring
to waiting for babies. We just wait.
And
sometimes we wait what seems like forever. Like children waiting for
Christmas, or the end of a long car trip. Are we there yet? Right now we
are waiting for a foal to be born. Almost every morning I get a call
from someone. “Any baby yet?” It’s almost as bad as when I was pregnant
with our children. Of course, like most everything in my life, they were
late. The last little bit of waiting seems longer than the months
before; as the end approaches the time seems to slow. This
is an unplanned pregnancy of an older pony so there are more risks
involved,so family and friends are even more anxious for the outcome.
The pony belongs to little 6 year old Levi and he is excited and
concerned.
So
what do we do while we wait. All the other chores that still need done.
All of the things that we can do to prepare for a new baby: a safe and
warm stall, kept clean, a supplement in the grain and more for mom to
eat. Handle mom, especially in her udder area so she will not kick at a
baby. And watch and wait. And pray.
How
can we not pray? With everything that is out of our control, everything
we wait for; how can we not know that God is controlling things?
Everything we wait for and see come about is evidence of His provision
and gift of life. It is a miracle unexplained by science, how a single
seed of grain can be put into the ground and grow to produce many. How
an egg and sperm can unite and divide into a multifaceted being of many
unique cells. So we pray. For a healthy baby, a safe delivery, our own
little miracle of life.
We are waiting. For spring, for a foal, for grass, for visitors coming, for the future whatever it may bring.