Hands in the dirt

Shout out to #chadisthebest/#chadinthewild.

He’s spent hours upon hours dealing with government hoops and unhelpful people trying to get the Black Jack property lines fixed so we can sell it. All while also spending hours upon hours digging out three new beds for all of my flower starts that were meant for Monarch Meadows Retreat.

We don’t understand what God is up to and we’d be lying if we didn’t admit to being frustrated and confused. Right now, our dream of building a refuge retreat for people to learn courage and heal doesn’t just seem to be on hold, it seems to be dead.

And so we will bury what needs to die, hands in the dirt, so something new can grow believing for resurrection.

You thought the wildflower garden was beautiful before…just wait for these additions.