Sorry y'all. I meant to get on this a lot sooner, but lo and behold farming happened. And then surgery happened and now I have little better to do than to get caught up on this blog. And write wedding thank you cards, but that can wait a moment.
The main goal I wanted to accomplish with this blog is to capture moments of bravery. What bravery is and examples from my life that emulate that quality that encompasses the mixture of fear and overcoming fear simultaneously. The first type of bravery I wanted to talk about is from my grandpa. It takes a certain level of courage to change. Change is a terrifying word especially after 70+ years. However, my grandpa has done it.
Now, my grandfather has never been a bad man. In fact, my grandfather is one of the greatest men I know. Whenever I've made stupid mistakes on the farm, he's always been beyond patient with me. In fact, I only remember raising his voice at me once and in complete honesty I deserved it. He helped me restore the old Farmall H that was sitting in the yard for years. He taught me how to recognize when the dew came in. He taught me what it meant to be a good person.
Recently my grandfather made a dramatic change. He decided to make covenants with our Heavenly Father and with his wife. My grandpa decided that he wanted to be with my Grandma for eternity. In order to do this my grandpa had to make a lot of changes. My grandpa became a church going man for the first time I could ever remember. My grandpa quit drinking coffee. I'm not going to share all of my grandpa's story, because it is completely his. Suffice it to say that my grandpa taught me a lot about what it means to change. He has taught me an important lesson in humility and trusting in our Heavenly Father.
It would have been so incredibly easy to say, "I'm too old" or "You can't teach an old dog new tricks". Instead he looked heavenward and said, "Not my will Lord, but thine be done."
I have the best family ever.
