“We will never raise this much money, ever!” I sighed, looking at the numbers in front of us. Fundraising, the first Mt. Everest that our project faced, is now behind us. It was one of the most memorable and cherished journeys of our lives. But at that time, it seemed impossible, and we felt so incredibly small.

“I’ll never be able to even read this language!” was my first reaction upon seeing Georgian script. Someone once called it “spaghetti language” for a good reason. We celebrated when we finally learned the alphabet. We celebrated even more after our first all-Georgian conversations. We felt so much joy at being able to go shopping without help from friends. We can now write in cursive Georgian, and we pick up random conversations on the street. We are still mid-climb, but the top of this mountain is getting closer.

“I’ll never get used to this traffic!” I’m still guilty of saying that sometimes. But I know we are adapting. One day while we were driving, a pedestrian jumped out into the street in front of us, and we had to brake suddenly. I asked my husband why he didn’t honk, and he replied, “You haven’t noticed that they never honk at pedestrians here?” He is observing and learning. We are getting used to this after all.

“I absolutely cannot even taste this food.” Cilantro, the one and only herb I can’t stand, is a staple here. It’s everywhere and in everything. One day I made Georgian bean stew, but when I tasted it, something was missing. I finally decided it must be the cilantro. Since then, we buy cilantro and store it in the freezer, just in case. We are learning to like new things.

For each day, there’s an “I will never ever” to cross off the list. Some things still seem impossible, and some of them might indeed be. But we know that we are the ones playing a part in God’s plan, and not the other way around. One day at a time, He will make the impossible seem possible, pushing us a little bit more out of our comfort zone. After all, isn’t this what we call growth?

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