I grew up on a farm, a mile away from a town of 76 people. My childhood and teenage years were the definition of ‘rural.’ School was 20 miles away; the nearest movie theater 50, and the nearest mall 80. My dad and grandpa farmed together, and still do: growing wheat, soybeans, and corn. The weather was a constant conversation topic. I grew up knowing that it determined how well the crops grew, which determined how much money we would make that year, and ultimately how many Christmas presents I might receive.
My family also taught me about Jesus. We prayed for sick family members, for help with situations at school, and for rain (either for more or less of it. It seemed there was never a ‘perfect’ amount of rain for our crops). I grew up trusting that God had things under his control, and that he cared about what we needed.
After graduating high school, I packed up and headed to a city of 200,000+ people for college. I’ve been here for three years now and have grown accustomed to the type of life I lead in a city. In a typical day, I have plans to go to class, work, meet up with friends, and do things for a ministry I’m involved in. If I focus and work hard, the result of my day will likely be positive: good grades, strong relationships, and the size of paycheck I’m counting on. Most of my productivity and the day’s outcomes are up to me.
Farming, however, has a large stock in the weather and other uncontrollable factors. I heard someone say that “there is no better demonstration of faith than a man planting seed in his field.” My dad could work his tail off all year long and make the most careful plans, and still his crop could fail! Yes, he uses high-technology equipment, sprays fertilizers and chemicals, buys crop insurance, and makes educated decisions. But at the end of the day, the results are not up to him. Growing massive amounts of produce under the open sky requires a strong, daily-bread type of faith and persistent prayer.
When your tiny soybean plants are drowning in muddy fields and rain clouds are gathering yet again: you pray. When the summer days are slipping away into fall and your crops are not nearly mature: you pray. When gusting wind lays all your corn flat on the ground: you pray.
Every time I go back home, I appreciate the farming-faith a little more.
Ultimately though, even if you’ve never seen a corn field, we all need faith for our daily lives and jobs. Faith is simply believing that God will do what he says, that he will provide, and that he is in control. It ain’t just for the farmin’ folk.
And when I stop to think of it, I realize how very dependent I am on God. My heart is beating right now, and I am breathing. Can we grasp how much of an unearned blessing even those two facts are? We rely on the Lord for everything: both the simplest needs of life and the loftiest pursuits. Every one of us needs daily, humble faith: whether we’re doctors, cooks, secretaries, parents, teachers, or farmers.
We can all use the reminder that the air in our lungs, the food on our plates, and the length of our days reflect God’s faithful provision.
** Photo credits to my brother, Nathan Koeppe
Hello! I'm Anna, a college student living in the Midwest. I'm a strong believer in uncontrollable laughter, powerful words, and a morning cup of coffee. I pray these posts will encourage you to live a full life with and for God: unhindered. Follow me on social media for post updates!