There's Life At Both Ends of That Old Dirt Road

I took this picture Friday morning; its Uncle Ronnie plowing in the field down on Lane that we are finally able to use again, after so many years. While he did this, Dad was tiling the field across the road. I got to see it all on my morning run- a quick jaunt to the homestead and back. Seeing those guys in the field, up with the sun... it was just an awesome thing to be home and see again.  While their work is never finished, being home less and less places more and more distance between me and the family dinners in the field, trips to take the guys water, and memories of riding in the tractors. Its the little things that mean the most.
While I am developing, growing, and figuring out exactly what it is God placed me here to accomplish in this world, being home for Easter made me realize this: There's Life at Both Ends of that Old Dirt Road. I have a life down here with parts that I love and parts that I don't. And life at home, there are parts that I love and parts that I sometimes struggle with. The cool thing is, I can take the good from both ends...and that is who I get to be. I am able to live and love this life I live. And it doesn't necessarily have to be at either end of the dirt road...I can always stay on it and find my own place. With the ability to love everyone at both ends who mean so much to me <3