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Their particular Success Isn’t My Failure

Caitlin Henderson takes the particular stories from her lifestyle on the farm, and draws out the Biblical lessons, testifying to God’s benefits and love. She is interested in sharing those lessons she’s learned with others via her writing and speaking. She never fails to leave the audience captivated with the wild stories that come through living on a farm, but always makes sure they leave encouraged along with Biblical truth . It’ s a grace in order to welcome Caitlin to our farm’ s front porch today…

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I slid the cake pan into the oven and dusted our flour covered hands on the apron, looking like a modern-day June Cleaver. I walked to the sink to begin scrubbing the dishes and making lunchtime.

Every time we now have a beautiful fall day, We get the urge to cook. Days like that fill my cup plus remind me of the basic beauty in life that is right in front of me.

As I placed the last mixing bowl in the drying out rack, my phone phoned. “Honey, could you run outdoors real quick and help me back up the combine towards the header trailer? ” my hubby asked. Jake hadn’t been home from harvest very long, and he was trying to get all the equipment cleaned up and kept in the sheds before winter.

The headers that attach to the front from the combine can be taken off and set on a trailer so they can be transported more easily. Jake simply needed me to uphold the trailer and let him know how far back to come and which direction to go to guarantee the hitches lined up.

I ran outside towards the driveway, where the trailer was parked, and I held up my hand to motion to Mike to keep backing up. I directed to the right with the thumb, trying to get the hitch in the perfect spot. “Okay! ” I yelled whilst making the stop signal with my hand.

As Jake climbed from the combine, I saw him having a laugh. “What’s so funny? ” I asked.

He grinned as he pointed to my outfit. “You forgot to take your own apron off. ”

I looked down and realized I had, actually forgotten to take my apron off. That explained the particular flirty grin on his face. I laughed with your pet and told him that if ten years ago someone told me that one day I would forget to take off my apron just before hooking up a combine to a trailer, I would have fainted.

Jake clicked a picture as I stood in front of the combine, proudly wearing the particular hand-quilted apron given to me as a wedding present. That will apron was my favorite, and am loved wearing it.

The grease stains reminded me of the times I had fashioned tried to cook for my family in those first yrs and miserably failed. That will apron reminded me of the memories made in our small farmhouse kitchen when I placed it on our oldest when he learned to help cook. I remember the way it dragged the floor and how he squealed along with excitement when he damaged his first egg without getting shell in the bowl.

That evening I posted the image Jake had taken upon my Facebook page. I said that Our god had made me a farmer’s wife, that I never would have chosen this life meant for myself and never would have dreamed this is where I would end up yet that God knew what He was doing and I was therefore thankful.

Some days I do nothing but cook, clean, and look after needy, tiny humans. Additional days I run a combine for fifteen hours and get covered in wheat dust and grease.

It doesn’t matter exactly what our day looks like, but it really does matter that I am where God has called myself.

And that means the work I am doing is important.

I quickly reminded the people seeing that photo of me in my apron that their own roles had been important also. That whomever was reading that write-up mattered and that even if they were feeling trapped inside their homes with children or functioning jobs they didn’t enjoy or trying to juggle a million things at once, their roles were essential; they were each seen by God.

But as I scrolled through the comments, I started playing the comparison game with each one.

She works on their farm full time. I’m not strong enough for this , I thought. She can make every meal for her family members from scratch. I wish I did that. She is killing this in her career, I’m kind of envious.

With every thought, I compared our role with someone else’s and came to the conclusion that I didn’t measure up.

I had gone from being content and joyous to feeling frustrated and doubtful about my efforts.

That’s what comparison does to us.

It gets in and tells us to look at a glimpse of someone else’s living and see how we don’t measure up.

It starts a snowball effect, and as the particular snowball rolls down the hill, it takes with it our contentment and joy . This clouds our thoughts and prevents us from clearly seeing the importance of our objective or role.

When we take our concentrate off letting God use us for that purpose and turn our focus to someone else, we cannot live out our personal callings.

Paul talked about this in Galatians 6: 4–5: “Each one should test their own actions. Then they can take pride within themselves alone, without evaluating themselves to someone else, for each one should carry their own fill. ”

I don’t want to spend my entire life trying to live out someone else’s purpose , and I do not think you do either.

When we stop evaluating ourselves with the mom on Instagram who seems to have everything together (even if we know she really doesn’t, since none of us do), we are able to turn our faces to what God is asking us to do.

And when we restore that contentment and pleasure in knowing we were created for a purpose, we can show genuine attention and encouragement to those in the lane next to us who are striving to live out their purpose also.

We are able to be their cheerleaders, stimulating them to keep pressing on in whatever it is these were made to do because we know that their success doesn’ capital t equal our failure.


Caitlin Henderson is a young farmer’s wife whom draws on her life with kids, cows, and a front-porch view to help us find God’s goodness and beauty wherever we are, reminding us that the simple life is not a place to be but a method to be.

When Caitlin, the small-town girl, fell in love with the farm boy named Jake Henderson, she had little idea what farm life—or marriage and motherhood—would provide. But raising a family on a farm is teaching the girl more about God’s goodness plus grace then she might have imagined.

Faith, Farming, and Household: Cultivating Hope and Harvesting You Wherever You Are is a wealthy, story-filled walk through farmhouse hallways, harvest-ready fields, plus God’s bountiful dreams for the lives. As Caitlin reflects on everything through wayward tractors to watching a marriage grow from surviving to flourishing, she reminds us to see the redemption in our own stories.

Join Caitlin in exploring biblical reality through the eyes of a farmer’s wife, whether you are wrangling children onto a school tour bus, sowing creative seeds inside a business meeting, or strolling the pastures of your own family farm . Faith, Gardening, and Family invites us to recognize God’s beauty right in front of us so that we may find the courage to take the following step—or the first step—into Their incredible calling.

[ Our humble thanks to Waterbrook for their partnership in today’s devotion ]