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One day, God looked down at all the fields, barns, pastures, and farmers and knew He needed someone to take care of all the families on the land. He knew it had to be someone confident in herself to see that the farm doesn’t come first, even when it sometimes feels like it does. He knew the farm needed someone who understands her role is important, too—especially during the seasons of motherhood when she’s not out driving a tractor. Someone proud to stand by her farmer’s side. 

So God made a farm mom.

God knew farm kids would need someone strong enough to carry them through the field, one on each hip, but gentle enough to hold them and explain the meaning of life when an animal dies. There needed to be someone to clean the never-ending dirt from the kids’ faces and the farmhouse floors.

He knew the family would need someone to keep the house running, the bills paid, and to run to town for parts when the equipment fails—while juggling the kids’ schedules, sibling squabbles, and everything in between. He knew the farm needed someone to help move equipment from field to field at a moment’s notice.

So God made a farm mom.

He knew he needed someone to pray for rain when the crops need the moisture and the farmer needs a break too. He knew He needed an encourager when the hot, dry days leave everyone exasperated and defeated—wondering if the crops will make it and if the cattle will have enough grass to graze. 

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He knew he needed someone to pray over the farmer and the farm kids and to teach the kids safety around farm equipment. He knew the farm kids needed someone to encourage their love of farming, allowing them to spend their days in the field—without holding them back out of fear.

So God made a farm mom.

He knew the family would need someone to cook dinner during harvest, then drive it to the field to feed a crowd.

Who would bring all the kids to the field, cramming into the buddy seat of the combine, just to spend a few minutes with their dad during the busy season.

So God made a farm mom. 

He knew he needed someone strong enough to help carry the weight of the farm yet brave enough to know when she needs to ask for help. And to know they cannot do it alone. 

He knew the farm needed someone to go with the flow when the schedule changes at the last minute. Or when a weekend feels the same as a weekday. 

So God made a farm mom.

He knew the family needed someone to put the kids to bed alone during harvest, night after night. But someone willing to admit her struggles, too—and how sometimes she cries once she closes the kids’ bedroom door, then spends the rest of the evening alone.

But then she gets up the next day to do it again.

He knew the farmer needed someone to leave the light on and dinner in the oven. Someone who stays awake until the farmer climbs into bed after another long day in the field. 

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He knew the family needed someone willing to take the kids to weddings, birthday parties, or church alone. And someone excited to take a last-minute family road trip on a Tuesday—because it’s raining. 

So God made a farm mom.

He knew He needed someone grateful to live this lifestyle but not afraid to pursue her passions too—knowing she’s not defined by any one of her many roles. 

He knew He needed someone who didn’t know what she was getting herself into (or someone who did and chose to anyway) but couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. 

So God made a farm mom.

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Stacy Bronec

Stacy Bronec is a wife, mom of three, lover of cake, and writer. She and her husband farm and ranch in the middle of nowhere Montana. In her previous life, she was a high school counselor. Now, when she’s not taking meals to the field or cleaning grain from the dryer vent, she’s doing spin classes in her basement, reading, or writing stories to make sense of the beauty and challenges of rural life. You can occasionally find her on her blog, stacybronec.com or Instagram.

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