It wouldn’t be harvest if this ol’ girl didn’t break down at least once.
We told the elevator guy, who happens to be our cousin, we were going to put a sign up to hold our parking place at the elevator entrance.
Randy did all the little tests to determine what he already knew. It was a fuel pump (always is).
I took some photos and read a couple articles in Mary Jane’s Farm magazine and before too long he had her running again. Mom was there with a grain truck borrowed from another cousin. The three of us got the borrowed truck returned, the red truck back to the field, and headed home to finish up our chores.
Did I mention before all of this we had worked all day, commuted, Randy worked a little overtime, mom came down that evening and helped me work the remainder of our lambs that needed worked before we all headed to the elevator and/or the wheat field. Somedays I wonder how we keep going. It is by God’s grace we have the energy to do all that needs to be done and fall into bed truly tired and deserving of sleep.
He saved us, not because of the righteous things we had done, but because of His mercy…