Growing up and living on a farm for most of my life, I’ve learned to have hope. I was raised with hope. A farmer and his wife are the eternal optimists most of the time. They work and prepare the farmland, plant the seed, and trust and have hope rains will come. They hope a damaging storm won’t come along and destroy all they worked hard for. When there is a drought during the hot summer months and the pasture grasses are about used up, and the ponds are drying up, hope still remains that soon the rains will arrive. I know that sometimes farmers can be doubtful, yet hope still remains. Even if...
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