...must come up. Or so I am promised. I have several holes drilled into the rock for the piers. They look more like an Andy Goldsworthy art project. The retaining wall and dirt for the foundation pad are next. Just waiting my turn. Not my forte.
This weekend I worked for several hours clearing and burning on Saturday. Sunday I napped!
Today I worked from home and then went back to before the sun set. It was too windy to burn so I did some chain sawing and piled up my cuttings. I started having that feeling of being in over my head, of not having the ability to do this. Of thinking I shouldn't be doing this alone.
But, in my weakness God is strong. And He is faithful. I still feel that I am in the right place, doing the right thing. I left in the failing light, under a smiling crescent moon, exhausted, covered in sweat and sawdust, and grateful for another evening on Big Hill.
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