Praying like a Saint

Lately I've been wondering what the hell we keep doing this for.Market prices for cattle are in the toilet. Heck, market prices for all ag commodities are in the toilet. The weather is horrible, making cattle sick and stressed and preventing crops from getting planted.Families are scraping by. The mom who thought maybe there was a chance she could quit that damned job for good is starting to see that ain't going to happen. That young couple who thought they'd like to take over the family place are starting to second guess that choice- why take on the debt and heartache and stress, when they could work an eight-to-five and live like normal people?It doesn't make a whole lot of damned sense, to tell the truth, to fight the weather and the older generation and the "way it's always been".But there I was this morning, walking out in a field of three year olds, freezing my fingers off just to see the sunrise coming up behind them. On my day off from the office. I could have went back to bed after the kids got on the bus, but instead, I went out to the field. To check the grass, to see how much water was in the dam, to watch an eagle catch the breeze. To be alone.I come out to the field to gather my thoughts, to ruminate over the good and the bad and the stuff in between. I worry there are too many struggles, and if they are really worth it. To be quite frank, sometimes ranching sucks. Working with family is hard. It would be easier to only worry about feeding four mouths instead of more than four hundred, and to make decisions that affect only our little family.But here we are. Trying like the devil to keep going, and praying like a saint for those who have it worse than us.❤ Richelle