Just because I feel lonely during this season doesn’t mean I’m alone.
Just because he isn’t around due to the endless hours and endless work doesn’t mean he doesn’t care.
Just because this season feels like an eternity doesn’t mean it lasts forever.
Just because his side of the bed is empty at night doesn’t mean he wouldn’t give anything to be there.
Just because he’s already gone in the morning when I wake up doesn’t mean he forgot to give me a good morning kiss.
Just because harvest has to come first doesn’t mean I’m less important than the farm.
Just because he missed the last five events doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be there celebrating.
Just because I miss him doesn’t mean I don’t understand he’s doing this for me and our future; he is choosing the farm for us.
Just because I cry sometimes doesn’t mean I’m weak.
Just because I’m by myself a lot during this season doesn’t mean I don’t have a bunch of people who love and support me.
Just because I don’t always see you, God, doesn’t mean you aren’t right here with me in this lonely farmhouse.
Just because this is the way it has to be doesn’t mean it isn’t hard.
Just because sometimes it’s hard doesn’t mean that sometimes it isn’t also really, really good.
Just because we acknowledge the hardships of harvest doesn’t take away from what an exciting, rewarding, bonding, strengthening, and memorable time it is year after year.
Many times, circumstances during harvest are both challenging and rewarding, lonely and joyful, testing and strengthening.
Shout out to all you other farm wives and mamas—I see you and God sees you.
You aren’t alone.
This post originally appeared on the author’s blog
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