Glimpse In My Door

I am realizing as I get further and further from home that I need to quit looking on Google Maps how far "home" is from me. In the beginning I did it so I wouldn't bother Tristan with the child - like question "how many hours have we travelled"? Day 2- I saw the number, 23 hours and I hit the “I am homesick button.” Day 3 - I am no longer checking how far I am from ‘home’. Also learnt that it is very exciting to all of us when your bus can pass another vehicle on main highways when we can do the grand speed of 60. I was playing some music that I enjoyed and Tristan asked Mr. A if he’d take a turn driving, his reply was ‘if I get to choose the music.’ Thanks Mr. A for politely not telling me my music taste is awful but I still got the hint. It is the little things that cause me to chuckle for example - my very girly squish mellow pillow fell out of the bus when Mr. A stepped out at a truck stop. He picks it up and brushes off the dirt and throws...

A verse that has been my favorite the last couple months is Psalm 37:25 “I have been young, now I am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.” I have read and re-read that verse. I cling to that promise and I know it is true. I have experienced his presence and seen God moments in our preparations to move. An example is almost a week ago a kind friend volunteered to give our bus a finale inspection. In the course of the inspection, he asked Tristan what we did with our furniture. Tristan gave him the details. We still needed to find a home for our washer and dryer, couches, spare bed, table and deep freezer. I still hadn’t emptied our freezer full of food either. The kind friend told Tristan he would buy it all from us. The family moving into our house was a Ukrainian Refugee Family. They were in need of things so this friend was helping them. We couldn’t believe our ears. I felt so much lighter with that off my shoulders. I repeated over and over, i...

 Hello Friends,   I will be honest; I am scared to publicize myself here. I am not a writer. I feel like I will be judged for all my grammatical errors, but I want to stay in touch with my friends and family so, here I am. I am hoping this helps. I am not good at calling people and talking for hours. I am also not good at typing parables on What's App so we will try this.  Someone asked me yesterday how many days till we move. I replied, " I am not counting the days." My husband says it is less than 3 weeks. That sounds to close for how much packing, I am still needing to do. Monday being my last day at work I am dreaming of completing many things on my mental to do list. But also, I have a hunch that I should not rely on it.  Lately I realized, that for me to get things done. I need to purpose to stay in one room and work on packing. Not flip flop between several. It has helped me tremendously. I have found it to be effective and helped me not feel so overwhel...