Mended Fences

I took this photo about 3 months ago of a woven wire fence in a quiet field. Nothing extraordinary at first glance — just a stretch of fence that’s been mended and patched over time. But when I looked at it, I immediately started wondering:

Who fixed that section of wire?

Was it my grandpa?

A great-uncle?

Another relative or stranger who worked this ground long before I was here?

On the farm, you can see the evidence of people who came before us everywhere — repaired fences, worn gates, barns that have been patched and repatched. Small things that quietly say: someone cared enough to keep this land going.

Farming has always been a story of generations. Each one doing their part, fixing what’s broken, tending what’s been entrusted to them, and leaving something behind for the next set of hands.

Sometimes the work feels ordinary in the moment. But over time, it becomes part of a much bigger story. And I’m reminded of this verse:

"One generation shall commend your works to another and shall declare your mighty acts."

— Psalm 145:4

This fence isn’t just wire; it’s a reminder of God’s faithfulness, of the lessons passed down through family and community, and of the hands He equips to care for what He has entrusted to us. Every repair, every patch, every thoughtful touch points back to Him.

Grateful for the generations before us who kept the fences standing — and for the chance to keep tending what we’ve been given.