Stuck Because of Milk

Ok so, as many of you know, I come from a farming family. It’s pretty cool because we actually get fresh milk from the farm instead of that expensive store bought stuff. MMM real milk.

When we want milk, we don’t actually go milk a cow but rather go to the holding tank that keeps the milk cool and fresh. MMM real milk.

Last night my mother asked my sister and I to get milk. I was so tired that I fell asleep on the couch basically right after supper (and maybe I was also avoiding going outside in the cold). Either way when I woke up the next day I knew we still had to get the milk.

It was in the late morning when we finally summed up the courage to open the front door and face that deep snow to fill those two jugs of milk. The blowing snow made it hard to even find the car but eventually as we dusted it off and cleared the window we thought we would able to make it. I backed out and thought eh I can do this. Then I saw more snow and told my sister we’re not going to make it. And she quickly replied Don’t doubt yourself, you’re going to make it! 


Needless to say we didn’t make it. We tried shovelling it out but it was a lost cause…. Thank goodness we are farmers! (this sounds like it could be the lyrics of a song) And then this happened… we took a selfie because we had to have an excuse to warm up in the vehicle…

It was really cold!

The funny part is that my sister and I had been arguing for the past few days (probably another reason why I was avoiding to get the milk with her) but instantly as we got stuck she looked at me and said I’ll get the shovel. We really haven’t been arguing since. We kept on shovelling and shovelling some more and then we saw the truck…. the milk truck. It almost felt insulting as it look like it was just dancing on the road, avoiding the drifts of snow and like it had glitter just flying around it (it was actually more snow).  That’s when I said I’m getting help. I walked to the house (since we hadn’t even left the yard yet) and radioed someone to come with a tractor.



The tractor might have been a little of an overkill but eh it was fun. We couldn’t get milk because the tanks were empty and they weren’t done milking yet so we waited. We spent a good part of the day at our brother’s place just hanging out with his kids. We played outside in the snow but I swear that the snow was higher than these girls! They couldn’t even walk in the snow because it was so deep.

When we left their place we decided to try again to get some milk and thankfully we succeeded this time. MMM real milk. Yep, that’s me, farmer style!

Now, there’s usually a reason behind what I write. Going through all of this has reminded me that I can’t just rely on myself. I often make bad decisions that seem positive in the moment but regret later. Just like the car that was stuck, I had just a little wiggle room to move and yet I got no where. I could shovel snow from under the tires and but I was ignoring the packed snow under the car.

When something is bothering you don’t just beat around the bush and tell people everything is fine when you know it’s not. Get to the root of the problem. Shovel that packed snow from under the car. And if that doesn’t work then call a friend. That’s what I had to do today. I tried moving the car but it just wouldn’t budge. I was frustrated and embarrassed that I got stuck but as soon as I got help from a friend that frustration just disappeared and I was still a bit embarrassed but that’s ok because I could joke about it.

Don’t ever be afraid to ask for help because asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness but rather a sign of courage.

And remember what God said My grace is sufficient for you for my power is made perfect in weakness.

When was the last time that I was courageous enough to ask for help?

My Catholic Living

4 thoughts on “Stuck Because of Milk

  1. hi celine,

    Cool. literally cool, true enough, it doesn’t make anyone weak, if we ask other people for help . As well, as we need God in our lives. May God bless us all!

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