YUMMY! I can just taste it! THICK cow’s cream on my cold cereal in the morning! THAT was how I loved to start my day when I was growing up! (Maybe it also contributed to my extra layer of fat I carried around for many years!) As you may know, Dad used to milk cows while I was young. We enjoyed chilled raw cow’s milk every morning with our cereal. I only hoped that mom wouldn’t skim too much cream off and that it would somehow end up on my “Raisin Bran.” Mmmm. Globs of cream were delicious. Even today, I must steer clear of cream cause it beckons to me from my former days.
We had one old cow named Blackie. She was a Chianina. Ever heard of that breed? I’m thinking she may have been a cross-breed since she was jet black in color. An interesting fact is that Chianina’s are generally white although they do have black skin. Chianina is an Italian breed of cattle, formerly principally a draught breed, now raised mainly for beef. It is the largest and one of the oldest cattle breeds in the world. Blackie was a bit cantankerous when it came to anyone other than Dad milking her. She would always put her foot in the pail when Mom would do milking the very odd time that Dad wasn’t able to do it. But Blackie knew better when Dad was on the job. He’d give a few good yanks and she’d smarten up.
For the odd time, I’d go with Dad to milk. For some reason, I didn’t ever feel like going out to the barn but once I got there, I always enjoyed it. Dad always had a way of making fun with the monotony of life. He’d talk silly to the cows and squirt the kitties as they gathered around, knowing that some warm, frothy milk was soon on the way to their little tummies. I enjoyed how he cared for his animals and always made sure they were well fed and bedded. Dad had a burning desire to grow and learn God’s Word, so he kept a tape recorder in the barn where he would listen to preaching while milking cows. (His cows probably milked better for it!) If I could add up all the hours of Godly teaching he’s received, I’m pretty confident it would be months if not years of instruction.
After Dad would bring the milk in, mom would strain it and pour it into glass gallon jars. As the milk chilled, the cream would just rise to the top. There was nothing we would do to encourage it to separate from the milk. It was just how milk/cream would perform. I like to think of this in terms of God’s blessing in our lives. The more we become like Him… the more we allow the Word of God to permeate our being (just as Dad would listen to teaching tapes in the barn)… the more The Blessing of the Lord will be evident in our daily lives! It will just happen!
As the first month of the year draws to a close, I encourage you to purpose to grow closer to God and as you allow His Word and Love to permeate your life, you will begin to see His hand of blessing upon your life. “The blessing of the Lord makes you rich and He adds no sorrow with it.”
“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”
Scripture references: Proverbs 10:22, Jeremiah 17:7-8