Small Town Blessings and Sharing the Bounty

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In the past couple of weeks we’ve been blessed by many moments that make my heart swell with gratitude for small-town life.

It all started at the school open house. I have to admit, I was a little nervous to send our first child into the big, scary world of pre-school. My nerves were immediately calmed, though, when my husband proudly pointed out the coat peg he himself had used as a kindergartener. One look at the class list and we recognized a handful of familiar last names. These country roots run deep.

"Small town blessings" by Kayla Knaack (CatholicMom.com)

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A few days later, we went to the county fair where the smell of fried food and shavings instantly transported me to my dairy- and swine-showing days. We watched a few rounds of swine showmanship and I was shocked when four-year-old Louisa expressed an interest in participating in the Pee Wee division. Fortunately, it didn’t take long to find an FFA member willing to take her under her wing. They’re planted in fertile soil.

"Small town blessings" by Kayla Knaack (CatholicMom.com)

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That Sunday, we attended my favorite little country church where two-year-old Victor decided to lay on the floor under the pew while the two-year-old behind us mirrored his posture. Little did the two boys know that they are actually fifth cousins, but their strong German genes give them the same fair skin and wispy blond hair. The branches are strong and wide.

"Small town blessings" by Kayla Knaack (CatholicMom.com)

Copyright 2017 Kayla Knaack. All rights reserved.

At one point, we found ourselves sitting around a circle of friends while the mob of kids hunted for frogs. It’s hard to believe that a few years ago it was just us adults. What will these gatherings be like in ten more years? Will we be watching our kids compete in homecoming football games? In twenty years, will we be celebrating the wedding of two of these munchkins? The harvest will be plentiful.

"Small town blessings" by Kayla Knaack (CatholicMom.com)

Copyright 2017 Kayla Knaack. All rights reserved.

I cherish this small-town life. To me, the barn quilts that dot our rural roads represent the warm spirit that blankets our community. We’re enveloped by our history, our farming heritage, our families, and our faith.

"Small town blessings" by Kayla Knaack (CatholicMom.com)

Barn quilt on my parents’ barn. Copyright 2012 Jim Leuenberger. Used with permission. All rights reserved.

At the same time, my heart aches for those in our midst who feel outside of the blanket. The foster child whose last name is unrecognized or carries a shameful reputation. The autistic child who could so benefit from interacting with a fair animal, yet all the local farmers seem to have no room in the barn. The child in church whose skin and hair color doesn’t match the child behind him. The child who’s rarely invited to birthday parties or playdates because no one knows her parents.

We’ve got a good thing going for us out here in God’s country. As we approach a new school year this autumn, I’m resolving to share the bountiful harvest with all the neighbors around us.


Copyright 2017 Kayla Knaack

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Kayla is a Wisconsin mom clinging to faith and humor as she stumbles through life. She and her husband are raising their three kids in a century farmhouse while also building their family business, Pigeon River Brewery. She blogs at www.kaylaknaack.com. Grab a beer and join her!

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