Lessons & Thoughts From the Farm

A Gift, a Mask, and a Bit of Grace

I love a good gift. But more than getting a gift, I love to find the perfect gift for someone I care about. I like the whole darned process. From knowing things that are important to the recipient to thinking about how those factoids and trivia could translate into a creative and special gift to setting about searching high and low for that just right something. It’s all about finding a way to  bring them a touch of joy. 

Do I always get it right? Nope. Am I sometimes late getting the gift in the mail? Absolutely. But what has happened 100 percent of the time is that my friend, my colleague, my family knows that I care. That I am doing my best for them. That they matter to me.

So in this time where we have lost over 100,000 of our fellow Americans in a matter of months and are forecasted to lose many more, what is the gift we could give each other? What says, “Hey, I care about you.”

Might I suggest we all wear masks.

Now here’s the thing.  Are masks perfect? No.  Can masks be uncomfortable to wear? Yes. Do masks help? Absolutely.

And yes, I’ve seen people posting all over social media about their different theories on why masks aren’t necessary. And our federal government has certainly not helped when it comes to providing clarity.  

But here is what I would ask you. If you get seriously ill, who would you turn to for help?  Doctors. They spend years in school, more years in residency, and then devote their lives to the health and well-being of the human body.  COVID-19 is a virus. It attacks the human body. You see where I’m going with this, right? 

The vast majority of medical professionals are practically begging us to wear a mask when we go out in public. 

In a statement released on June 12,  from Dr. Susan R Bailey, President of the American Medical Association, she said, “Physicians, scientists and public health experts are learning more every day about COVID-19, but we already know what stops the spread of the virus—wearing a face mask, maintaining physical distancing, and washing your hands regularly for 20 seconds. Adhering to these simple steps is the most effective way to prevent deaths and safely allow re-opening to continue.”

So if someone you respect, someone you would go to in a time of need, someone who is on the front lines and, quite frankly, needs your help, is asking you for a favor, dare I say a gift, would you listen? Would you help? Would you search out that gift?

Of course you would.  That’s what being human is all about – connecting with each other. Caring for each other. Not lobbing ridiculous insults on social media or thinking that some random dude/dudette on the Internet has more science expertise than those who’ve dedicated their life to study and service. We can do better than that. I must believe that we are better than that. 

So, yes, I’m wearing a mask. I won’t always get it right. It won’t be perfect. But it will be full of heart and intention and come from a place of kindness and compassion.

If you’re still wondering if it is worth wearing a mask, I’d ask you this:

What do you risk if you wear a mask and it ends up being unnecessary?  A bit of discomfort on a hot day? Feeling a little silly at the grocery store? Using up some of your extra bits of fabric? 

Now, what do you risk if you don’t wear a mask and it ends up being very necessary? Inadvertently spreading the virus to someone whose body can’t fight it off for any number of reasons? Costing someone else their wife, their dad, their child?

Personally, I’ll gladly sign up for the first set of risks. But that second set of risks, I’d dearly love to avoid. For me, for you, for my family and friends. Maybe I’ll be wrong, but I can live with that, especially if it helps someone else actually live, like literally keep their heart beating in this world.

So might I suggest we all give each other the gift of wearing a mask, staying six feet apart, washing our hands like it’s going out of style, and staying home when we can. It just might be the perfect gift after all. And if you’re like me, giving a gift is nearly always better than getting one. 

P.S. I respect that we all have the freedom to make our individual choices. We all make oodles of choices every day to do the things that we think are right – we choose to tell the truth, we choose to love our families, we choose to go to work. Those choices say something about us. The choice to wear a mask simply says I care, I might not have all of the answers, but I want to help.  It does not say if you are a republican, a democrat, or an independent. It does not say if you do or don’t believe in God. So let’s all give each other a little grace. In grade school, we all learned what assuming does. Grace and peace my friends. Grace and peace. 

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Lessons & Thoughts From the Farm

Easter Donkey – Take 2

Two years ago I wrote about our Easter Donkeys.  This year as Easter approaches, these sweet donkeys have even more meaning to me.  I’ve reworked the original story a bit an added in some thoughts on how this symbol of grace, compassion, and kindness touches me today.  Happy reading.

Easter is one of our favorite times on the farm.  The wildflowers are blooming, spring grasses are coming in, and all of the critters are feeling frisky.  In addition, it’s a time to reflect on our faith and God’s grace.

How do donkeys fit into that?

We’ve had our donkeys for nearly seven years. The first year we had them, a friend said to us, “Oh how exciting, you have Jesus donkeys!”  We were shocked and wondered what in the world were Jesus donkeys.  

A little Googling solves most mysteries these days, and it’s become one of our favorite stories to share at Easter.  The legend of the Easter donkey, as interpreted by this farmgirl, goes something like this …

A sweet donkey carried Jesus through town on Palm Sunday.  The donkey was in awe of Jesus, most especially his kindness and compassion.  One week later, that same little donkey was in the crowd as Jesus was crucified.  He couldn’t believe the cruelty and torture that had befallen his new friend.  

The donkey was broken hearted.  But he loved Jesus and to honor his friend he stayed until the end.  As Jesus took his last breath, tears fell from the donkey’s eyes.  The skies went dark, and the shadow of the cross fell across the donkey’s back.  

Forevermore the donkey would carry the cross as a symbol of his devotion to Jesus and as a message of God’s grace, compassion, and kindness.

Sure enough, our sweet donkeys have a dark brown stripe that goes down their spines and a matching horizontal stripe across their shoulders, forming a beautiful cross.

This cross reminds me of the crosses that we often wear as jewelry or on clothing as a symbol of our own faith.  I’m also reminded that in this time of immense turmoil and side taking that God doesn’t choose sides.  He loves us all.

Sometimes we’ve used the cross to send a message.  To shout our faith from the rooftops.  As the animals so often do around the farm, they’ve given me a different perspective.  The cross is truly a symbol of sacrifice, grace, and the ultimate compassion.

My Farmtastic Life - Sweetie Pie the donkey and her Easter Cross
Sweetie Pie shows off her Easter cross – a reminder of grace, compassion, and kindness.

Now when I wear a cross, I wear it not as a message to all that I am a Christian, but as a personal reminder that I owe my fellow man compassion and kindness, for the ultimate grace was shown to me.

As you celebrate this Easter and spring season, no matter your faith, we wish you comfort and peace.  As you think about the symbols that are important to you, may you see them not just for the story that they tell to others, but also for what they say to you.  
This Easter Sunday on the farm, we’ll be spending a little extra time with our donkeys. Remembering why our faith is important to us, how grateful we are for the grace we’ve received, and most importantly focusing on the kindness we owe our fellow man.

P.S. – A version of this post was published in The Glen Rose Reporter.  This farmgirl is delighted to serve as a community columnist.

Lessons & Thoughts From the Farm

Grocery Story Grace

I’m a girl who absolutely loves Amazon.  I’ve ordered everything from muck rakes to rugs to soup mix.  Heck, we even know our UPS man by name.  

Don’t get me wrong, we also believe in shopping local.  Our town is filled with fabulous mom-and-pop shops and stores where you’ll find adorable gifts, great eats, and make friends with the shopkeepers.

But back to Amazon.  We’ve recently considered using Amazon Pantry for all the everyday things like trash bags and cleaning supplies and dry goods.   But then this weekend happened.  

Usually, Cowboy, my better half, and I grocery shop together, so we’re wrapped up in our own conversation, and I generally fail to observe all that is going on around me.  I mean, the man is distracting.

But this Saturday I was out and about running errands, so I stopped into the local grocery to do some shopping on my own.  Armed with my grocery list conveniently available on a phone app, I headed into the store to do business. I was on a mission.

I was immediately struck by how busy the store was.  I got behind two ladies at the cart corral who were clearly happy to see each other and chatting up a storm.  I squeaked by them to get my cart, slightly aggravated, and headed down a random aisle to try to get around them.

I have to be honest, I was annoyed.  I mean really, I didn’t have time for this. Or so I thought.

As I went about my business, I passed an elderly lady on her motorized scooter.  She was decked out in a beautiful green suit and sparkly clip-on earrings.  As I shimmied past her, I apologized for being in her way.

She smiled.  She was gracious. She spoke to me. She seemed happy to be at the grocery store, which was clearly not an easy task for her.

And then it hit me. Slow down.  There is something special about shopping at your local grocery store.  People know each other.  They greet each other, share stories, and tickle the chins and pinch the cheeks of each other’s grandkids.

Yes, Amazon is convenient, but when it comes to the simplest of simple, food and basic household goods, there is no better place than your friendly grocer.

It’s rare to pop into the grocery store and not see someone you know.  The produce lady knows my dad, and she is always asking about him and greets us with a big smile.  The store workers know where things are on the shelves and are happy to help.  Even my groceries are cheerfully toted out to the car for me.

So to those ladies who I felt supremely annoyed with this Saturday, please accept my sincere apology.  You taught me a valuable lesson.  Life is not always about convenience.  It’s about community.  And I’m grateful to be part of this one.

P.S. – A version of this post was published in The Glen Rose Reporter.  This farmgirl is delighted to serve as a community columnist.

Featured image © Katrina Brown – stock.adobe.com.  Standard license.