The Hired Hand Monday
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms
along the Atlantic because they dreaded the awful storms that raged across
the ocean, wreaking havoc on buildings and crops.
As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream
of refusals.
Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. "Are
you a good farmhand?" the farmer asked him.
"Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man. Although
puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired the man. The
little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the
farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.
Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed,
the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's
sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is
coming! Tie things down before they blow away!"
The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can
sleep when the wind blows."
Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot.
Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he
discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The
cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, the doors were
barred, and the shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down.
Nothing could blow away.
The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his
bed to also sleep while the wind blew.
MORAL: When you're prepared, spiritually, mentally, and physically, you have
nothing to fear. Can you sleep when the wind blows through your life? As
believers in Christ, we secure ourselves against the storms of life by
grounding ourselves in the Word of God. We don't need to understand the
circumstances, we just need to hold His hand to have peace in the midst of
the storms.
Sleep well.
Looking out the rear,
Watching miles of life roll by,
And marking every year.
They sit in sad remembrance,
Of wasted days gone by,
And curse their life for what it was,
And hang their head and cry.
But I don't concern myself with that,
I took a different vent,
I look forward to what life holds,
And not what has been spent.
So strap me to the engine,
As securely as I can be,
I want to be out on the front,
To see what I can see.
I want to feel the winds of change,
Blowing in my face,
I want to see what life unfolds,
As I move from place to place.
I want to see what's coming up,
Not looking at the past,
Life's too short for yesterdays,
It moves along too fast.
So if the ride gets bumpy,
While you are looking back,
Go up front, and you may find,
Your life has jumped the track.
It's all right to remember,
That's part of history,
But up front's where it's happening,
There's so much mystery.
The enjoyment of living,
Is not where we have been,
It's looking ever forward,
To another year and ten.
It's searching all the byways,
Never should you refrain,
For if you want to live your life,
You gotta drive the train.
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