Greenock Farms

Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk....

What does that mean anyway?  I always thought it was directed to a child that had spilled their glass of milk.  However, being as we have dairy cows, I have learned there is nothing farther from the truth.  It has to have been directed to milkmaids (of which, I could be called).  You see, we have been blessed with 4 Jersey cows.  The Godly lessons I have learned from them isn't even explainable, but today as I was milking, I pondered the above phrase.  

You see, it will in fact make a grown woman cry, when her milking routine runs amuck.  It goes something like this...  you bundle up to brave the 30 degree, drizzly weather.  You make it outside and carefully clean your cow and begin milking (things are looking good).  You spend the next 20 minutes trying to carefully extract "liquid gold" while battling the early stages of frost bite....almost done, your beloved cow carefully places her foot directly in the middle of your bucket.  So, after all your hard work and careful planning, you have worked for.....NOTHING!  You have nothing to show for your efforts.  Nothing in terms of what the world sees.  But, what God sees is an opportunity to teach you patience, perseverence and determination.  You can choose in that moment to waller in your self-pity or you can rise to God's challenge....pick up your bucket, pet your cow and do it all again in 12 hours.

Udderly His,

Mrs. K

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{ 03:40, Wednesday, December 12, 2007 } { Posted by faithfarm }

Been there - done that! I love this post.

Amen!

{ 04:30, Wednesday, December 12, 2007 } { Posted by pljammie }

What a good attitude you have. I also have been there, except with a goat...lol..and, well, maybe not the sweet spirit you had.

Mrs. P

Yes....it's tear worthy

{ 03:29, Wednesday, December 19, 2007 } { Posted by meadow }

I also have only experienced this with our goats, but it is very sad to see the days worth of milk ruined like that! The other day I cried over (in much the same spirit) a ruined venison roast. After my husband spent hours hunting in the cold and after cutting up the whole deer myself, and lovingly preparing it along with wonderful vegetables when I was feeling very sick with nasty virus....a glass fell out of the cupboard, and shattered to smithereens, landing on my husbands plate all dished up, in the gravy just made on the stovetp, and also into the crockpot full of that precious roast and veggies....boohoo!

Oh how I can relate...

{ 11:09, Friday, December 28, 2007 } { Posted by Cindylee }

LOL...that is the truth. Except I have dairy goats, but all the same it's very disappointing when a foot hits the pail....ugh! And your right...it matters how we handle it....I think the first time...I was very angry...but as the time is passing, I am just so grateful for all the milk my girls give me, that the occassional foot spoiling is really nothing. And honestly, most of the time it may have been my fault..not being attentive to what is going on around.

I enjoyed the post and your christmas tree is lovely.
Cindylee