All the roots grow deeper when it's dry

I took this picture today, with my new camera, while I worked alone. Sometimes when I'm up there alone, I feel such relief, such contentment. Mostly I think it's because for so many months I've been so overwhelmed by this whole thing. But now, when I can climb the ladder and actually get to work and see change, I feel like I'm settled into the rythym of the project. This is what I committed to, this is what I thought it would be like. Just not so damn cold.

I've been thinking alot about what it means to commit to something so much bigger than I am. It takes such sacrifice, such willingness to suffer for what I love. I'm finally getting used to it. The risk is there, and I've already paid so dearly, given so much. But I think for some reason we're made to live like this...to love like this. This boat is more than a boat for me to go sailing on. This boat is a metaphor for my life. I'm only now begining to see the picture. It will take months and years to see the rest of it but for now I see one thing clearly. To love without risk is foolish and impossible.