Helpers

This past Friday evening Hannah and Tony promised to help each other out for the rest of their lives. The festivities on Hannah's grandparents farm included root beer floats, a hayride, and fireworks while the new couple danced together under the stars.

Hannah grew up around five brothers and was always helping them out with the farm responsibilities. These are her brothers returning the favor by ushering although they don't look real excited about it in this picture.

A father is a helper to his daughter in many ways. Giving her away to a Christian spouse is one of the more important and memorable ones. Bill is one of my three brothers. He is a farmer and an electrician.

Parents are helpers to their children in all kinds of ways. Praying for them and with them is helping them in this life and eternally. 

One of the benefits of an outdoor wedding is being able to play in the rocks during the ceremony.

Who needs a nursery when you can stand in the grass and be helped by your big brother.

These guys are just happy to go to a wedding in bluejeans and bring along an entertaining toy.

Although I didn't get a picture little Atali stole the show at the wedding dance. She also has plenty of energy when she helps Grandpa on the farm.

Speaking of helping Grandpa, Kurt and Karl were a huge help to me in getting the corn pit cleaned out for a new season. Way back when the kids were small and helping with this job I used to say, "See this rotten corn boys, that's what beer is made from so you better not drink it."

My handicap brother Dan came out to the farm yesterday. One of his favorite things to do is ride in the combine. His twin sister and my sister Donna from Colorado was around for the wedding. She and I also had a good visit during a combine ride.

Many years ago as a kid I remember going with my parents to services in What Cheer. I don't remember whether it was a church service, a concert, or a revival, but I have never forgotten a song that was sang at that service. I am singing that song for special music at Bethel church this morning.

"'Til the storm passes over. 'Til the thunder sounds no more. 'Til the clouds roll forever from the sky. Hold me fast, let me stand, in the hollow of thy hand; Keep me safe 'til the storm passes by." Whether it's a wedding, a harvest, or storms in our life, God is our helper. All we have to do is ask for His help.