This construction stuff is beyond me.
I’m so thankful for those who do “get it”.
I remember Trig class in High School.
I think the teachers name was Ms. Hume.
I remember asking her, specifically, what would I use parabola’s for?
She said, “Building the Golden Gate Bridge and all those other wonders of the world.”
To myself I thought. . . . I want to be a mom. Why am I taking this class?
I am Thankful I took that class.
I am Thankful for learning things beyond my sphere of understanding.
Yet, it is beyond me.
I feel that way now, drinking steaming cups of coffee around the farmhouse table, listening to the conversation.
our farmhouse table
The rise, the pitch, how thick should the pad be poured, what will the weight load be. . . ?
It’s all beyond me.
I sort of glaze over part way through the conversation.
Part of this terrify’s me; part of it intrigues me.
Two men sit at my table.
Neither of whom carry any type of what we would call higher education degree.
Yet, collectively they can fix, build, create anything.
They both own and operate successful businesses, employing tons of people through the years.
Businesses that have been safe havens for young people, that have worked to
instill conservation practices and utilize resources within the community.
There’s one thing though.
Since they don’t hold that degree, the insurance needs someone who does have that degree to “ok” the plans for the barn;
to put their stamp of approval on the project.
It’s beyond me.
There comes a time when you just need to trust.
You need to trust the system.
You need to yield and bend when you feel like you want to dig in.
Open your eyes as the process unfolds.
Watch and see what God will do.
Be aware of how you change.
I am seeing things I have never seen before.
I am meeting people and learning about how people are connected.
I’m learning that though we have broken systems, there are people who make those systems beautiful.
Living so that your heart is open to change and the ways around us is hard.
The challenges and demands of life are difficult enough, let alone allowing a different way, or idea to take root.
My heart is changing and for that I am thankful.
I am letting go of my agenda.
I am trying to speak less and hear more.
It is beyond me.
This way is beyond my ability to change on my own.
It is in spending time with the One who called us into being that I change.
I grow more and more into His likeness.
He refines, He shapes, He works.
This barn project is stretching me; changing me.
The remains of our Free Stall barn
It is beyond me.
And for now-
That’s ok.
