We met inside a halffinished building on the outskirts of Grand Island exposed framing, sawdust on the floor, the smell of fresh lumber hanging in the air. He walked me through the space with a mix of excitement and hesitation. “This is supposed to be the future of my business,” he said quietly. “But now I’m not sure.”
The unfinished walls mirrored how he felt inside full of potential, but uncertain, incomplete, fragile.
He told me about the risks, the loans, the long nights, the voices of doubt from people who didn’t understand his vision. He kicked gently at a pile of wood shavings and said, “Isaiah… what if this was a mistake?”
I turned to him and said, “What if this isn’t a mistake? What if this is exactly what obedience looks like?”
He paused, letting that sink in.
We walked slowly through the building room by room and with each step, he began describing the future he wanted again. The team he hoped to build. The customers he wanted to serve. The impact he felt called to make. His voice grew stronger with each word, as if the building was reminding him why he started.
Standing in that unfinished space, he realized something important: vision isn’t proven in perfection it’s proven in progress. God doesn’t require finished walls before He gives direction. He just needs a willing heart.
Before we left, he looked around and said, “I think I forgot how far I’ve actually come.” And in that moment, the building didn’t feel unfinished anymore. It felt alive.
If you’re standing in the middle of an “unfinished chapter,” I’d be honored to help you rediscover the vision that brought you this far.
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