Move a Mountain
Do you ever feel like you’re climbing an uphill battle of sorts? Looking ahead all you see is a difficult, seemingly impossible climb to the top. You can’t predict what’s waiting for you, so you must trust in the process. Lately, I’m feeling like I’ve been climbing and climbing with the top of the mountain just out of sight. Frustration, fear, uncertainty and vulnerability have plagued my view.
It seems like just when I get over one hurdle, the next one isn’t far behind and I have to start all over again. I’ll admit, self-isolating has been a blessing to the process since I’m home now more than ever. I’m trying to take it step by step but also hoping for ease along the way. Unfortunately, ease hasn’t shown up very often on my current project. Most of my hurdles have been technical, which is a weakness when it comes to computers.
Even though I’m still in the middle of my climb, I wanted to share another recent mountain of sorts I helped tackle. My brother Greg and sister-in-law Pat live next door to my Mom and have been a God-send during the COVID19 isolation. They’ve been her lifeline and companions. They’ve worked hard on prepping her landscaping beds by weeding and laying down barrier fabric in order to apply new mulch.
This past weekend the family came together to move a mountain and spread 10 yards of mulch. When I arrived my first impression of the mulch mountain seemed overwhelming but we got right to work, pitch-forking mulch into a wheel barrow, hauling it to the furthest bed, emptying the bucket, smoothing the wood chips, and repeating that process over and over for three and a half hours. Everyone in the family had a job, shoveling, hauling, spreading, mowing, weeding, edging and slowing but surely the pile dwindled until there was only a small amount left to sweep and remove.
No one rested or sat down until the task was finished. As a family we accomplished a job well-done and were able to do it while social distancing during the process. When the job was complete my Mom insisted we eat lunch together inside and even though we resisted at first, we agreed we would only sit in our family groups at least six feet apart.
It was an exhausting yet great day, and even though it felt like we were moving a mountain, it was easier doing it together. We often feel like we have to do things on our own without asking for help, but people are more willing than not to assist. This past weekend was a good reminder for me. In order to move a mountain, you sometimes need a lending hand. Are you tackling your mountain alone, or reaching out?
xoxox…..Sheryl
PS…..It was the first time we had all seen each other since the isolation began. and it was wonderful to connect face to face. Looking forward to being together with friends and family again soon. Which is a good thing, because we have another 10 yards of mulch headed our way…..haha!
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