But a that point regret was superfluous.
It was too late to turn back.
There was only forward.
The blocks were in place across the yard from us, waiting to recieve their cargo. The chickens pecked happily at the ground and Z wandered around impatiently. Lunch wouldn't happen till this job was done and he was getting "hangry".
I looked at my husband with sweat running down his forehead. He was bearing the brunt of the weight of the coop so I gathered my strength and helped him drag it down one more step.
Four down, five more to go.
It was at this moment, glancing out towards the grassy area we were headed for, the beautiful spot where our chickens would reside, I had a thought. This was a picture of our life. Dave, me, a giant project that was too heavy and to big for us to handle easily... But determined to see it to the end.
Starting a house of prayer... Living without our families... Trying to get residency and adopt... Learning new languages... These things are like a giant chicken coop that feels too heavy to keep going sometimes. But we are already doing them, we're already halfway "down the stairs". We only have to keep going. Never quit. Never stop praying and believing that God will establish us here and build this idea into what He wants it to be.
We just keep going.
