“Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.”
- 1 Peter 1:8-9
I don’t know much about farming.
Well… that’s not exactly true.
I know tractors are loud.
I know mice scatter when grain trucks arrive.
I know fresh-cut hay smells better than any fancy dog treat ever invented.
And I know that when my human starts looking toward the silo this time of year, something important is about to happen.
The other day I laid under the shade tree while wagon after wagon pulled into the farm down the road
The blower roared.
Grain rattled through the pipes.
Dust floated through the sunshine like tiny golden snowflakes.
Every load disappeared into that tall old silo.
Hour after hour… it just kept filling.
I finally wandered over and looked up. “Seems like a mighty big place to fill,” I thought.
My human rubbed my head and smiled. “They fill it when they can so it’ll feed them when they can’t.”
Now that sounded wiser than most things humans say.
I don’t think cows worry much about January while they’re chewing in July.
But somebody does.
Somebody plans ahead.
Somebody prepares before the need ever arrives.
That got me thinking.
Sometimes I treat my heart like an empty food bowl, expecting God to fill it when I’m hungry.
But God invites us to spend every day filling our hearts with His Word, His promises, His presence, and His praise.
Then when hard days come—and they always do—we’re not running on empty.
As we sat on the porch that evening, my human smiled toward that full silo and said, “That didn’t happen in one trip. It happened one load at a time.”
Hmmm…
One wagon load at a time.
One trip at a time.
One day’s work at a time.
Then he said something else I haven’t forgotten.
“God fills a heart the same way.”
One chapter of Scripture.
One quiet prayer.
One act of obedience.
One reminder of God’s faithfulness.
One Sunday.
One conversation with Jesus.
Before long, there’s enough stored inside to carry you through seasons when life feels cold and barren.
And I’m learning that what gets stored away today often becomes tomorrow’s strength.
As the sun settled behind that old silo, I noticed something else.
The fullest thing on the farm wasn’t the silo.
It was the peace on that farmer’s face.
He wasn’t trusting the grain.
He was trusting the God who provided it.
I wagged my tail, stretched out in the grass, and decided maybe that’s the best lesson an old dog can learn.
Keep filling your heart with the One who never runs empty.
Because when winter comes… a full silo feeds the cattle.
And a heart full of Christ feeds the soul.
Keep the Faith… Carpe Diem
