Its 7 am, and as dark as midnight outside again.

An ear-splitting crack of thunder woke me up almost an hour ago, and here I  am, sipping coffee, looking out the window as it pours bucket after bucket of rain on everything around me….again.

It is a very, very hard thing to see right now.

You see, right now, more than 30% of our fields dont have anything in them. What IS planted is barely inches high, and all around us are men doing what I am doing….sipping their coffee, looking out at their fields of wheat, or corn, or soybeans, and trying not to worry.

I can’t underscore to you the desperation of these people, these amazing, good-hearted, salt-of-the-earth people we have been privileged to get to know for the last 15 years of our lives. I cant tell you how humbling it is to see them kneeling in church just asking the Lord for a few more days without rain so they can get their crops in…week after week after week.

I can’t tell you how sobering it is to listen to a man who has worked the earth for all 59 years of his life, break down and tell you this is the first year he can remember ever being unable to put seed in the ground….or even worse…put seed in the mud just for the insurance money so his family farm, which was already struggling, does not go under.

Knowing our area is the base of soybeans and feed corn for most of the nation is also sobering. Seeing those fields lie empty or suffering under more rain, is a daily reminder that dark days are ahead. After flooding, there is no magic warehouse where we store thousands upon thousands of pounds of unprocessed soybeans and feed corn for the nation…heck, even the world. I am not surprised, but ashamed, when I talk with folks who are not around the farming culture, and their response to what these people are going through is a shrug and dismissal.

We. Eat. This. Food.

Unless of course, it isn’t there to eat.

It is late June, and corn that should be almost to my shoulders struggles to get more than 9 inches off the ground. I have not seen a planted soybean field yet…and if I can not get my kid crew and I out into our garden to weed due to the mud, I can not imagine how wet and muddy fields that have been tilled for years and are 2 feet of tilled soil deep must be.

And unfortunately it is not just the farmers that are affected.

It is all the jobs that center around the success of a harvest….the truckers, the farm hands, even the elevators that employ crews for harvest time.

And of course, there is their families.

All I can say, again, as I listen to more thunder  and pounding rain, is please….keep praying for our farmers. Without a successful crop….we all suffer.

Blessings to you and yours

Heather