unicyclic

So I have a unicycle. I asked for it for Christmas one year when I couldn't think of anything I could possibly want that I didn't already have. And then I tried to ride it. Wow. I think the sum result of my effort, preparation, and practice was a full two revolutions of the wheel before everything hit the pavement for the last time and my unicycle went on a (very neatly installed) hook in the ceiling of the garage. I haven't picked it back up.
STINT in Mexico City is starting to feel like trying to ride my unicycle. It seems like we have a ton of training, a ton of preparation, a brand new (and pretty expensive) trip to Mexico, but we seem to keep hitting the pavement, not actually going places and doing things that we wanted to do (We're a whole heck of a long way from the circus).
Pray that no matter how many times we hit the pavement, no matter how terrible we feel about our progress, no matter how pathetic we look falling again and again in the driveway, that we would pick each other back up and get back on our unicycle until we get it right (in the grace and power of the almighty God of the universe). Pray that we would never, ever, no matter what, put the proclamation of the gospel on a hook in the garage. Pray that we would, instead, be skilled warriors (beware beginning of a theme) carrying God's truth into darkness.