Muddy Boots
When I was a little girl helping my dad on the farm, days after it rained were always not my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I love a good rainstorm, and Lord knows we need it right now in the Midwest. (Pray for rain, pray for the farmers today) But it was always so hard for me to walk in the thick mud after it rained. I was slipping and sliding and trying to keep from falling down in the mess. I would find myself knee deep in what felt like concrete sticking to my boots (and sometimes my legs - yuck!) It would take all my strength to put one foot in front of the other. It was just so hard to move. And if the cows planned to run out of the gate while my back was turned, I stood no chance in getting there in time 😂 The mud on my boots could get so heavy. My legs would be so tired after getting done with the chores, and those were just the normal tasks we would do day in and day out. They seemed much more daunting when wading through what felt like wet cement. Sometimes life gets