The snow is falling. Big, lacy flakes make the woods across the street look like a smoky gray blur, and they show up bright against the dark maple trees in my front yard. I watch them through the window as I sit at the computer trying to draw up farm plans for next year. It is a task that I would rather avoid, but it is January, a month of no excuses. For a short window of time, I am free from pressing outdoor jobs or looming holidays, so here I sit.
Today, I have been researching how much it would cost to soup up the truck with batteries to power a freezer so we can take our chickens to a farmer's market. (It costs about $1500!) I have also been sizing up my courage as we get ready to press more of our dream out of the realm of the ethereal and into the muddy world of exhaustion and tight finances and machines that break down. It makes me wince.
It feels right though. I am praying for humility and for the ability to set fear aside so I can better hear the instructions of the Boss. That is more than enough.
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