I’ll admit that on day 2, I was wiped out from the day before. Moving all the concrete around was tiring. Thank goodness the second day is always easier than the first….at least it used to be…After setting all of the walls, we were asked to go back to the truck. A 1/2 mile hike later led to a truck completely filled with rock and gravel! Apparently, we had to mix more concrete for the porch. All of this had to be carried bucket, by bucket, by bucket to the job site. By the last trip, I probably had to stop 10 times. My arms were on fire! I then realized that the family had carried up practically ALL of the materials that we used the day before…including the water for the concrete which was a 2 mile hike to the river.
After the last trip, I sat down exhausted. Then it dawned on me that all of that was nothing compared to the walk Jesus had to take when he carried his cross…completely beaten and mutilated. And, he was forced to press on. The people didn’t give him a break. Somehow he was able to make it for all of us. With a broken heart, it gave me a lot of perspective.
I am so thankful for His sacrifice. It gave me strength to press on. We still had a lot of work ahead of us. But, this is always the best part of the build. Suddenly, the walls go up, siding begins, and you can visually see progress. Before you know it, it all starts to finally look like a house.
