As the summer has progressed around here I find it a somewhat amusing coincidence that the words progress and mess are similar. In a way it’s almost sadistic this summer. Around our house, we began a project requiring massive amounts of dirt work and the rain began. We went from drought conditions to ample rains and flooding conditions in much of Iowa.

Let me explain. This winter we decided to make the move into a little more of a farming operation. We knew the step would need to be made at some point, it’s arrived. We purchased the tractor, ordered the Weed Badger to take care of the weeding. Ordered a building to help store equipment. Finally decided on a location for the building (which was a BIG deal). And then the work began, and the rain began.

Building finally arrived. Problems arose which left a gap in one sidewall and the roof, but the rain didn’t get the message to hold off. Needless to say, more progress, but more mess.  So as I sit and watch the rain, we’re awaiting the finishing dirt work, a floor, etc.  It will happen.  

We believe God is reminding us to be patient as we transition into farming.