As the events of Inauguration Day unfolded yesterday morning, I found myself in the barn doing the usual morning chores.
I gave the chickens their feed and refilled their waterers. I cleaned the stall where elderly Matilda and her calf are spending a lot of time. I fed them. I filled the livestock water tank. I fed the rest of the livestock. And I thought about Trump taking office.
Literally a world of responsibilities now rest upon his shoulders (I pray he allows himself to be guided by God in handling those responsibilities). And I gave thanks those responsibilities are not mine.
Some people in high office (Hillary comes to mind) may look down upon those of us who shovel cow patties around for a living, but I vastly prefer these humble duties. There are those born to rule others, and those born to rule only themselves. I am firmly of the latter, not the former.
The decisions of a president can affect millions of lives. The decisions of a north Idaho housewife affect very few.
Just some thoughts on a winter morning.