Sometimes
there are days
where your task is big and your needs are few
where the team is willing
but the tools are
limited and distributed
with willing souls all around
The clouds roll in, the thunder rolls, the momentum slows, and the rain pours.
We take a deep breath and look around, and see what we’ve done.
The home is quiet. Children play inside, waiting for naps and their mama.
The porch is clear and then cluttered again. We sweep the dust,
which settles back down in a spot only 6 inches to the left.
The willing hands wait patiently and find a way to help as the floor gets laid
one
board
at a time.
Mallets and saws pound shrill noises into our ears.
The daughters return, delighted to see their new room taking shape.
A rhythm begins, the team forms, and though four hands worked to push and wiggle boards into place
other feet stood, keeping the floating floor from floating
patient feet
determined hands
aching backs
A room is ready.
Thanks be to God.
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