BLESSINGS TO THE FARMERS WHO PLANT THE CROPS IN FAITH,
When I was growing up on our forty acres north of Nemaha, the Mooneys were well known as being Good Neighbors. Dad always spoke highly of the Mooney family as did Mom also. The Mooneys owned land to the south and to the north of us as well as land to the east and west. Dale was one of the sons who often could be seen heading for the fields with a friendly hand wave and smile, or stopping by to talk to Frosty (Dad) while Dad loaded the gravel truck with another truck load from our gravel pit headed for a neighbor's driveway.
Often in those summers of the 60s, I would hear the radio blaring on Dale's tractor as he kept working in the field with that aroma of fertile black soil.
This is the song I heard numerous times from Dale's tractor.
Dale went onto Glory in early 2019, and I can see Dale now heading for the fields doing the Lord's bidding.
INCOMING SALVO…THE PRICE OF THE POTTER'S FIELD…7 FEB. A.D. 2023
Counting it all joy WHEN WE CONTEND EARNESTLY FOR THE FAITH,