A Farmer’s Prayer
Sep 26, 2021
2 minutes
By Nadine Pfotenhauer, MADISON, WISCONSIN
when I was 17, a drought struck my family’s farm in Burnsville, Minnesota. It began with several days without rain. Normal for summertime. But the hot, dry days stretched into weeks. Our farm was our livelihood. We counted on the profits from the corn crop to get us through the year, and the corn was dying before
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