May 14th, 2016
On a personal note, breaking my leg at the very beginning of the season seemed incomprehensible to me. How on earth could this have happened? How on earth will I ever get this season off the ground? WHY? WHY? WHY?
It seems that God, as always, knows me best. He'd been warning me to slow down; He'd been warning me about a lot of different things and in many different ways. I heard Him, but my ego was too big. I kept telling myself I will listen as soon as ___________ (fill in the blank).
This is what someone who knows me better than anyone in the world told me: "God knows you. He knows you would have kept working yourself until you dropped. So He did the only thing He could - He literally took you off your feet. He said, "Karen, you need to get out of your own way. I'll handle it from here."
There are no words to express - or more accurately - I don't possess the words to express how utterly humbled and deeply grateful I am to my family, who have literally put their lives on hold, to come run Michigan Heirlooms. To, friends (old and new), who have traveled from near to as far as hundreds of miles away to help finish transplanting, to pull orders, to do everything that I can no longer do for myself.
I am humbled. I am blessed and I am forever grateful to all of you.