Weekend At The Farm
I had the privilege of staying with my grandparents at their farm for the weekend and it brought back so many memories. I got to ride in the tractor or the swather a few times with Grandpa and watch how he worked the earth. There were a lot of instances when our family was tapping a haystack just before the rain came. One of my favourite memories is when a big storm would start to roll in and we still had a lot of hay to put up, you would see tractors and hay bale stackers coming from all directions to come help us. So I guess the common denominator of all of those memories is people or community.
Now I live in Calgary, which isn't the biggest city in the world but it's certainly bigger than where I grew up. It's busy, I won't lie, and the mentality is different but in the new community that I've made, there's the same root to that denominator: kindness and love for people. I've found these people at my church, Capstone, and the few jobs that I have. It's been so comforting to find like minded people and feel at home in a different but similar place.
But when I go back home, I am always welcomed with open arms. It's such a treat seeing all of the people from my home church where we get to fill each other in on our adventures. And it's always such a small world, I met someone this past week who went to college with some brothers that I went to high school with. That's so wild to me. Those are the best surprises. It's alway such a treat having a home in the both the city and the country because it means that you always have community wherever you go.
Love & Prayers,
Lauren xo