Faith

Barbed Wire Faith

Written by Erin Pearson

Three strands were strung across the posts and stretched as I cranked on the rudimentary tool in my hands wrapped in leather. The sun beat down on me and I swore I could feel my skin sizzle. I would wrench and crank as each string was cinched into place. I would nail the wire in place with an ancient u-shaped nail, driving it into the creosote post.

There are many interesting phenomenon that one can witness on a road trip. One is from my childhood that I never recognized until recently.

Before the sun rose I would be awake just long enough to pull on my Wrangler jeans and shimmy them over my Justin boots. While rushing out the door I’d grab my hat and I was gone to the pasture as fences needing mending. The barbed wire would eye me as I approached, both of us fully aware that at days end I would have tasted of its fangs.

The fences consisted of three strands of wire, each cinched into a tight and prickly line. I would ratchet it into place with an antique device, and nail it into its final position with ancient u-shaped nails.

The barbed wire then, at the end of the day, was set in a coil over the last finished post.  It was waiting for the day that we would extend the pasture to acquire more land. I would again rendezvous with the wire.

Barbed wire has an association with hard work for me, and rightly so. I have been raised to work for what I want and I am truly thankful. But it got me thinking…

I would place the last coil of barbed wire looped around the last post, but why? Room to grow, waiting for the right time of acquisition for the expansion of our land. Isn’t that what God is reminding me?

I’m not finished with you yet…

I’m a pieces of coiled barbed wire, not poised to strike as I used to imagine.  I am laying in wait because God’s not finished with me yet. I’m just waiting to see the fence posts in front of me, so I can follow the design He’s set in place for me, to expand into my dreams.

So when you see the barbed wire loosely hung around the next fence post you see in the middle of a lonely pasture, you cannot feel sorry that it wasn’t used. Its potential is limitless, just as each of ours is building for the day of expansion, designated by God.

So yes, that’s right.

I have a barbed wire faith.

About the author

Erin Pearson

Hailing from Nebraska, E.L. Pearson is a graduate of the University of Nebraska-Kearney where she honed her writing talents and fed her desire for enchantment through studying classic literature. Her one-of-a-kind writing style reflects this love in her upcoming Prodigal Lost series. Fascinated by her childhood church, her unique perspective was forever changed when she attended a teen revival and accepted Christ as her Savior. Her mission is to encourage and uplift those in perpetual darkness. She seeks out those who feel God couldn’t possibly love them because of what they’ve done in the past. She desires but one thing-to let the world know that no matter the sin, no matter the stain from the past, Jesus is the cleansing power. As her relationship with God has grown, so have her blessings which include a patient husband who is kind and strong, and twin sons who remind her just how much God loves her. Together, they do life together in Kearney Nebraska.

1 Comment

  • Erin, this post fits nicely with what our priest spoke of in his homily today. He was talking about how Jesus lives in each of us and we have to remember that in everything we do we are living the gifts God has given us. I love that you connected working hard and the barbed wire with faith…it is after all, all around us! Blessings and happy belated birthday!