An Inspiring Farm Life
Many years ago when I was a little girl, I had the privilege of growing up on my family’s farm in the rural Piedmont area of North Carolina. The animals became my friends of encouragement and stability, helping me through times of feeling sad and lonely.
Pet names were given to many: Missy the cow, Poncho the angry bull, Cinnamon the white-faced calf, Funny Face the black and white runt pig, Sniffles the snow-white rabbit, Tom the yellow-haired cat, and Daisy the little brown dog.
At the end of my family’s property was a winding creek that flowed with ice cold water. At times, friends and family would find their way to this refreshing place in the woods to enjoy playing and spending time together.
There’s nothing quite like growing up on a farm and learning from the animals and nature. That’s when I first came to the conclusion that there must be something or someone greater than us to have created such beauty and order in this world. That’s when I first believed in the one and only true God, who is our Heavenly Father.
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