07/30/2026
Some blessings take generations to unfold.
As I was reading a reflection in a prayer missal I use on the cover art The Sower this week, What struck me most was:
“Every plowing is an act of faith, every furrow opened is an act of hope, where the preparation of soil is an act of charity.”
That couldn’t describe farming any better.
When I bought Lucky in Missouri in early 2019, she was only the second cow to ever join our herd. We had no way of knowing the story she would begin.
None of this happened overnight. Our family has spent years clearing land, improving pastures, building fences, rotating cattle, raising generations of cattle and caring for the farm. Every improvement was made without knowing exactly what the future harvest would look like.
Now look at this calf.
Inspired by this beautiful work of art: The Sower(c. 1865), Jean-François Millet (1814–1875) it seems the take-away name for the calf is Frankie!
Lucky gave us Josie.
Josie gave us Evelyn.
Evelyn gave us Leenah.
And Sunday, Leenah welcomed a healthy bull calf. Our little all-Beef Frank! 😉
Five generations.
Whether it’s here at Opel Farms, on the North Farm at my family place in Reeves, so much of what we do is preparing the ground—clearing brush, improving pastures, caring for the soil, and investing in animals that won’t reveal their full story for years.
You put in the work long before you see the harvest.
This little bull calf is one more reminder that faithfulness has a way of multiplying. One good cow becomes a family. One generation becomes five. One season of work becomes the foundation for the next.
We’re grateful for another healthy calf and for the privilege of stewarding both this land and the animals entrusted to us.
Sometimes the harvest isn’t measured in bushels.
Sometimes it’s measured in generations.
❤️🐂🌱