A favorite part of our trip has been the Sequoia National Park in California. Most of California is shut down, so I was so thankful that the park was open enough for us to walk through. We were in absolute awe of the enormity of the great trees. We really appreciated that the signs along the way were also in braille and some had pictures of the trees or cones raised with texture. I want to believe that it helps Grace-Anna to enter into our world and enjoy this with us. She smiles a lot when she reads the braille, so all is well. We got to get some amazing pictures of our tiny girls sitting in one of the trees along the trail. Funny story…… we apparently were walking the trail backwards, wandering along our merry way. There was a spot that seemed to lead up to this tree. It even had some railing along the way. Being as adventurous as we possibly can with this crew, we took off on our little hike. Analise, in her pure scientist mode, was examining the tree by knocking on the bark to hear the density of the tree. Grace-Anna got to “see” it by feeling all over it. I took her hand and had her touch one end and then we ran her hand all the way over to the other side of the tree so she could try to grasp how huge it was. We were happy as we could be. I found it a little odd that no one else was coming up to our little secluded biology class in session. Then I started to notice people being a little upset with us. My first thought was, “Lay off! If I choose to not wear a stupid mask in the great outdoors, that’s my business!” 😊 But when we came back down to the rest of the crowd, we saw there was a sign on the other side of the walkway that read, “Stay on the sidewalk ONLY. Do not go off the path.” Ooops. Since we were walking the other direction, we didn’t see the sign before we took off on our little adventure into the forest. He-hee. Oh well, we took care of everything and were able to love on nature. I bet that tree will grow better and stronger now that it had some personal attention and love. 😉 I’m sure it was feeling left out.
We are so blessed to have Sally. Jaret parked in a nice RV/bus spot in the park and we were able to open the windows and door to feel the cool breeze. I made sandwiches for us all and we sat in our little home in the middle of the national park and ate our lunch. How great is that?!?! I wish we could have stayed awhile longer. Everything has felt a little rushed because of the Covid. Everyone seems to be on edge and everything is closed. I guess that’s ok though, nothing to buy. No souvenir t-shirts from this trip. Who needs them anyway?
It turns out that driving your house down the road, especially curvy, mountainous ones, is hard work. Jaret is often exhausted. I, being a great wife, told him I wanted to help out with the driving. I figured I better learn to drive Sally in case an emergency ever happened. So I get all psyched up and ready to drive this beast like a boss! Jaret says I drove her maybe 3 miles before he thought I was having a panic attack. Thank the Lord there was an inspection station that required us to pull off. I jumped out of the seat and begged him to take over. The RV was barely in park and I was crawling out of that deadly captain’s seat. Then it just looked like we were guilty of transporting drugs or smuggling citrus up in here. It was a scene! Me, with sweat pouring down my face and trembling like I’m guilty of God only knows what while changing seats. Thankfully they only asked us about firewood and let us on our way. After I calmed down and my brain had stopped envisioning every single possible way that I was going to kill my family while behind the wheel of this crazy beast, I asked Jaret if he would like me to try again. He emphatically said, “No way!” It turns out my list of things I can’t do well just grew by 1. That brings the list to 3. 😉
Here we are in Oregon. I thought Montana had the most beautiful country, but perhaps I was wrong. I can’t get over all the colors here in Oregon. It seems every type of flower grows plentiful here. The scenery is breathtaking. I’m really appreciating the cooler temps here, too. Leave it to me to bring along record breaking temps with me. I’ve only had one MS relapse (more of a flair that lasted a couple of days). It was because it got so hot driving through Idaho that the generator wouldn’t work so the AC went out. Jaret was outside on the hot asphalt under the RV working on the generator while us girls had cool towels with a fan blowing on us. I could feel the buzzing starting and then the weight of a heavy blanket being thrown on me. The shocks started in my hands and then behind my knees. Multiple Sclerosis is the secret, sometimes hidden memory that you want to forget so badly, but always seems to reappear to remind you of its ugliness. I have so much to be thankful for in my MS journey, it could be SO MUCH WORSE. Heat is my worst enemy though and always awakens the “demon” I carry.
One of the best things about this adventure is the people we’ve been able to connect with. We’ve visited with two brothers, old high-school friends, and friends from church that are now missionaries. Not to mention the countless number of strangers we meet at the campsites. One Sunday, the girls and I made homemade chocolate cake and took some to our “neighbors”. They were an older couple that were flying an American flag along with a Vietnam Veteran flag on their RV. We gave them some cake and thanked them for their service and love for our country. We couldn’t believe their response of thankfulness! Doesn’t it always seem to happen that way? We try to do something nice for someone, but instead we get the blessing? God is so good that way. 😊 Meeting and talking with people has been such a great feeling. Actually hugging people has been AMAZING! I feel like we are a part of the great “social distancing” experiment, and it’s not going so well. We need human interaction. Side note: do not watch “I am Legend” with your 11 year old while parked in a very dark and creepy campground. Some days I feel like I am one step away from setting up some friendly mannequins myself. (If you haven’t seen the movie, you need to for that to make sense.)
I do, however, miss my personal quiet time I was able to have before. Time to quiet my mind, reflect, and seek the Lord’s direction for what’s next. Somehow sitting at the dinette with Grace-Anna munching her fruit loops, Analise playing her Ukulele while singing “A Cup of Coffee for your head”, and the dogs wrestling at my feet, does not make a holy of holies. Today I was able to walk down to a creek and sit quietly and listen. All I could hear was “Do not miss this.” There are big and small moments all around me. It’s up to me to grab hold of them and tuck them away. Are there lessons to be learned here? Will all of this come to end soon? I’m certain that these seconds will tick away, too, and I don’t want to miss a moment.
We got to stay in Montana for awhile and spend some good time driving through her country side. I have to say it’s one of my favorite states. I wat to stay put and make a new life here, but Jaret says I’m crazy because the winters would freeze Sally’s … lug nuts off. We have seen just about every type of landscape here. It’s all beautiful in different ways. I love the wide open spaces of rolling grassy plains. Everyone around here was social distancing before it was even cool. If the world is over populated, Montanans haven’t gotten that message yet. I still wonder what so many of these homes and families that spring up in the middle of nowhere do for a living. Except when we came to Flat Head Lake area just North of Missoula, apparently every cherry known to mankind is grown here. There were cherry stands every 5 feet. AND apparently cherry farming is extremely lucrative. There are such beautiful homes and properties around. Analise finally broke us down and we found a cherry farm that we could actually pull into. Now we have cherries for the rest of the trip!
We got to go into Glacier National Park for the day and take a beautiful hike. Most of the park is closed down because of the ‘Rona. Don’t understand it, never will. Speaking of closures due to the ‘Rona, why on earth are bathrooms closed at campgrounds, but they’ll bring in port-a-potties? Why won’t they let the kids check out a basketball, but will rent out movies? Why are swimming pools, game rooms, and activities cancelled at the camp grounds, but they will happily charge you full price? Good ol’ Rona is trying to ruin this adventure! But I digress…. Glacier National Park was spectacular. We were so happy for the opportunity to see what we could. Our neighbors said that a popular trail was closed due to Grizzly Bear sightings. I wanted a Grizzly Bear sighting, but only saw a squirrel. We haven’t seen too much wild-life on this trip. Perhaps we ourselves are too wild and everyone else is spotting us.
I’ll leave you with a little story that I probably took too much enjoyment from. Some may call it Karma, I call it funny. We were at a KOA that had a nice little smores area for us to enjoy. The girls and I were roasting marshmallows and Grace-Anna grabbed the ooey-gooey melted marshmallow and it was stuck all in between her fingers. I had to get up and take her to the bathroom to wash her hands. In the bathroom was a young woman with her tote of toiletries on one sink and her phone was plugged in above the other sink. She was standing, leaning on the counter and intently looking at her phone. I said, “Excuse us, we need to use the sink please.” She didn’t even look up and scooched over an inch or two. So I told Grace-Anna to reach over the Queen’s toiletry tote and find the faucet. I happily allowed my blind daughter to feel and touch every bottle of bodywash, hairspray, and any other misc. bathroom product that was haughtily placed in front of the only accessible sink. It looked like spiderman had left his calling card! HAHAHA! I tell you, I obviously still think it was soooo stinking funny. She did eventually find the faucet on her own and happily washed the goo off, whatever was left on her hand that is! 😊
We’re back in Idaho now after a slight trip through Washington. Sally doesn’t like driving in the heat and I don’t blame her. Please pray for our continued safety and for Sally as she takes us along these wide open roads. Cheers to more states visited along our adventure!
We had our first big storm yesterday. The girls and I were in the pool at the KOA in Great Fall, Montana and a worker came running in to clear everyone out. A huge storm was coming our way. We had to go to the showers and get our weekly hosing down (not really, but maybe). I was trying to get the girls done quickly so I could get a hair washing in when the huge rumbles of thunder started. And just like that we were in hurricane style winds and rains. Jaret, bless his heart, came after us with the only umbrella in the RV. We quickly realized that trying to rush our blind child into the torrential downpour was a bad idea. The pour thing was terrified and drowning in the rain. She’s too big to do the tuck and run method anymore and trying to worry about proper white cane mobility is futile. Just walk briskly as carefully as you can and hope for the best. Analise thought this was the best thing ever and just took off running and laughing a little too manically while making sure to not miss a mud hole along the way. We got back to the RV in one piece but covered in mud and dirt and soaking wet. So much for the freakin’ shower. I had made turkey chili in the crock pot and the girls made corn bread muffins in the convection oven. It was a perfect meal after the cold, soaking rain. Then we noticed it…. Sally was leaking. What is it about us and leaks? Back at our house we had a brand new roof put on and then experienced costly, damaging leaks. After we had that fixed, we experienced another set of leaks in a different location. I’m scared to death of leaks. I mentioned leaks to Jaret only about 184 times when we got our RV. He tried very hard to seal up the roof before we took off. Thankfully, he fixed most of the problems on the roof. But apparently the curse of the leaking water was just to great.
The leaks, plus walking around the camp grounds and seeing VERY nice trailers and RV’s gave me a touch of the green monster. Some of these motor homes cost more than our house that we just sold! “Simplifying” is not a word that would be listed in the description ads for these units. It’s amazing how quickly we can go from being thankful to wishing we had more, better, nicer…. I realized how unhappy I was making myself when the day was going from yuck to worse. I decided it must be because I hadn’t been able to get my exercise in for a couple of days. So I hit the mat. Everyone knows when mom is exercising, LEAVE HER ALONE! The space is so tiny and my mat takes up a good portion of the walking room. The first few times I did my yoga was a disaster. Dogs and kids thought mom was a play gym and my mat was good for chewing – well the dogs and not the kids, thank goodness. I had to lay down some guidelines, so the girls were at the park playing while I was in my happy place. That’s when I spotted my big reminder! The small sign above my small refrigerator that works so hard to keep our food cold, well frozen most days. Simple type-print “Thankful”. It’s so poignant because it’s attached to the wall that’s a little warped due to past water damage from the previous owners. I tried to sand it down before I painted but it’s still visible. Now it was screaming at me. “BE THANKFUL, EVEN FOR THE NOT PERFECT”. Our home is not perfect, our situation may not be perfect, our health may not be perfect, WE are not perfect, and that’s OK. BE THANKFUL! It’s the magic sauce. That little, simple sign was a reminder from God and it changed my whole day. I’m still learning.
We finished our stay at that beautiful KOA with a lovely campfire and marshmallow roast. As I reached for my camera to snap a quick shot of the fire, I snapped something far more beautiful. Again, God showed me His love through my Littles. Grace-Anna wanted to roast her own marshmallow but was struggling. Her sister jumped right in to help her. Not to do it for her, but to help her experience it for herself. I wonder if she will ever know how her life has given so many people the opportunity to love like Christ loves us. So many lessons from leaks, learning to be thankful, and love.
Full-time RV living is not for everyone. And by “everyone” I mean us. 😊 Maybe I’m joking a little, maybe not. Remember when I said “Let’s sell everything and live in an RV?” Well, I’m crazy and why do people listen to me anyway? Seriously though, we are making a lot of good memories and having a lot of fun. We are wandering along through Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, and today we are in Montana. I hope to sit and stay a spell here. Unfortunately all of the camp grounds anywhere near Yellowstone were all full so we had to just make a day of it. We tried our best to visit as much as we could in Sally. Driving our home on wheels through Yellowstone was a bit difficult at times, but Jaret did a great job of keeping her steady. We were thanking God continuously for the new shocks and sway bar. We stayed with our friend, Walmart, last night and Jaret was able to get some good rest. That much concentrated driving was a bit taxing on him I think.
Sometimes my Littles seem lost. Especially Grace-Anna. We stopped for a break and a little sightseeing at Idaho Falls. While everyone else was “Ooohhhing and Aaaahhhing”, Grace-Anna was lost in her own little world. My blind, ASD child is so distant. She didn’t ask about the sounds of the rushing waters or the smells of the moist ground. She walked around on auto pilot, bumping into the new surroundings. Jaret took Analise to get some ice-cream and I tried to talk to Grace-Anna about it. I described everything around us in great detail. Have you ever really paid attention to how many colors there are in wild-gushing waters? She didn’t respond to my descriptions, she just sat there. It hit me that her world is so very small. To the contrary, her sister’s fingerprints on the world are huge. Analise is so creative, logical, and adventurous all at the same time. She sees things in new ways that none of us do. At times, she is difficult to wrangle in. Her mind is just so far off creating beautiful things or solving world problems. 😊 I try to bring Grace-Anna into my world, where colors are vivid and mountains that are giants tower over us. But I wonder, does she want to tip-toe into this wild-crazy side of things? She seems happy and safe in her tiny world. She wants things always exactly the same. Her dolls are lined up just so, her things are always put away perfectly tidy. Maybe the swirling blue-grey skies frighten her. Maybe she’s not lost at all. Maybe she’s perfectly happy with what she can touch and feel and place in her life exactly where she wants it. I guess the roaring, foaming, smelly geysers don’t fit into her happy place. So, I’m trying not to feel bad about my blind child not experiencing the same beauty all around us. She’s happy in her own ways and that’s ok. Analise on the other-hand….. she IS the geyser! I think I will start to call her “Old Faithful”. She’s wild and crazy and explodes with artistic beauty. Someday people will come from all around to gaze at her with anticipation while she bubbles up. For now, however, I would enjoy a little less dancing in the clouds and coming back down to reality. What a life we live! What an adventure we are on. Like my t-shirt says, “Not all those who wander are lost.”
Here we are on our first real stop on the Perfect Adventure. We are in Perry, Utah. We’ve already had a few minor set-backs. On the first leg of the journey the girls and I followed Jaret in Silver Vixen so we could drop her off at my Dad’s place. We are making this journey car-less. Simplifying, I tell you. Right away I noticed that Sally looked silly swaying way too severely. 😊 (Good writing always includes alliteration.) At our first stop I told Jaret we had to get her in the shop. My dad helped us find the right shop and we had to drop Sally off and stay in a tiny motel room for a couple of nights. We loaded up our handy wagon with all of our important things and all of us (including 2 dogs) bumbled into the room. It was honestly a hard start to our great adventure. It gave me way too much time to think. I thought about everything we had just left behind. We closed on our house the night before and had to drive away from everything we thought was the perfect plan. I had already walked away from Lacy-horse. I refused to say “good-bye”, just a simple see you again soon would have to suffice. We also had to drive away from our older kiddos and grandbaby. I sat in the motel bed and looked at way too many memories on my phone. Thankfully, Jaret had just changed my phone case to a new one that says, “Choose Joy”. I decided right then to get up and take a nice warm bath. I sat in the tub and softly sang “It Is Well With My Soul”. A perfect ending and onto a new beginning.
It turned out that Sally needed new shocks and had a broken bracket on her sway bar. I was so thankful that we got her fixed up. Especially after we began the trip and the cross-winds hit us hard. On the first day of our journey we were stuck in a bit of traffic caused by a horrific roll over accident from a truck pulling a travel trailer. By the skid marks you could tell it lost control in the winds and flipped. It also took out two other cars with it. The trailer was obliterated and you could see little clothes strewn about. It gave me chills and I prayed out loud for those families involved. We are so thankful for the protecting hand of God already being on us.
I don’t think I’ve properly introduced you to Sally. I told you, we name everything. 😊 She is a 2007 National Surf Side RV. So of course we named her the “Sullivan’s Surf Side Sally”. We got her for a fair price and have only had to put a little money into her. Of course I had to remodel her a bit to feel like home. But I didn’t buy anything to add to her. I used furniture and wall hangings and things I already had to spruce her up. I will write with some before and after pictures later. It truly feels like home.
So here we are. Simplified down to a few important things and each other. Just us and Sally. I think we’ll hang around Utah for awhile and then we’ll see where our new shocks take us.
The decision to put our house up for sale was not an easy one. We had only lived in our dream home for about a year and a half. This was the house we were supposed to grow old in. I had always wanted fruit trees, a huge garden, horses on my property, and a beautiful kitchen. The amazing koi pond was just an extra bonus. We had spent half of our time here remodeling it. I decided that I wanted to be my own general contractor and took on the responsibility of the whole project. I learned a lot, cussed a lot, and had a few breakdowns. But the finished product was AMAZING! We rebuilt parts of the house from the ground up. We are no Chip and Joanna, but the work we did would have impressed even them!
I spent so many mornings in prayer and devotion sitting in the lush green courtyard. One of my favorite things was to watch the hummingbirds dive in and out of the flavorful purple bushes I had planted. Everything was just growing to maturity and apparently offered quite the buffet. My journal is full with Eucharisteo (praise and thanksgiving) for this place. Our littles had chores that taught them responsibility and kept them busy. They finally had the space to put out the biggest slip and slide money could buy. Many a warm afternoon was spent running and sliding like little maniacs. Our olders loved to come visit, too. Sometimes with friends to sit around the fire pit and sometimes to enjoy a little BBQ and a wicked game of cornhole under the amazing Edison lights Jaret hung like an expert. This place felt like our safe haven. Especially with all of the craziness of the stay-at-home orders. We often slept with our sliding glass door off the master bedroom open so we could fall asleep to the sounds of the crickets, frogs, and the pond waterfall. Everything was peaceful and perfect….. oh, except having it all was about to kill us!
An operation of this size takes work……..and money. My husband made a very good living as an operations manager of a power plant. However we were finding out that it took every single second of his life. He had no time to enjoy living in this paradise. The only time he had off would be devoted to mowing, trimming, and the occasional small yard project. I spent at least 2 hours a day cleaning and pruning and general upkeep. It kept me moving and I enjoyed the work until the heat started creeping in. I have multiple sclerosis (aka the monster) and the biggest trouble maker for me is the heat. If I spent too much time in the yard while it was hot, I would not be able to walk later in the day. I often sat inside of my air-conditioned home and wished I could be out there working on the next project or relaxing with my fish. I had to make choices. If I chose to work outside in the Phoenix heat, I would be making the choice to not do anything for the rest of my day. Blessings and curses.
We decided that the best decision was to put our house up for sale and live more simply. We had to finish a few small projects and clean up a little, but in no time, we were ready to list it. We were selling our paradise. The house went on the market around 9 am and we had our first full price offer by noon. Soon to be someone else’s paradise. We would have 6 weeks to move on…… “Lord, please show us Your will and the way.”
Right now is such an emotional time. There’s lots of up and downs for all of us. We are living on a roller coaster of emotions around here. So when I say “heart ache” it’s really a double meaning of sorts. However, on Father’s Day, Jaret jokingly said, “Would it be wrong to have a heart attack on Father’s Day?” Not funny. He was having severe chest pains with pain in his back. We are on the “no-nonsense when it comes to heart pain policy”. So we took off to the hospital, the same one that saved his life back in ’17 when he had his first heart attack. I dropped him off at the E.R. entrance and went to park the car. There was a simple, “See you in a minute….” and I drove off. I parked the car, grabbed my mask, and quickly made my way to the entrance. A security guard stopped me, took my temperature, accosted me with hand sanitizer, and then sent me to the front desk. I told them my husband just went back and I wanted to go back with him. Two very loud and not very nice nurses said that due to the resurgence of Covid, NO ONE was going back. I started to make my way to the waiting room and they quickly told me I wasn’t allowed to be ANYWHERE in the building! I didn’t know what to do. How could the last thing I said to him be such a casual quip? I sat in my car for a few minutes until he texted me and told me he was back in the waiting room until they could get a room ready. I quickly ran to the window and tapped on it until I got his attention. There we were, him inside the hospital with his mask on with IV’s already in and me outside in the heat of summer in Phoenix, friggin’, AZ with my hand on the window so he knew I was there. Nothing could have pulled me away from that window.
I stayed there with him until they came to take him back to his room. They were keeping him and I had to drive away. I made the hard phone calls to the kids and family and let them know what was happening. I was so thankful for our oldest daughter, Meagan, that stayed with the girls while I was at the hospital and then stayed the night with us. I was a mess. All of the thoughts of “what if’s” and “what will happens” kept me in a place of shaking anxiety. I prayed to God that this was not going to be how this story ended. We have been married 24 years, together since we were 15 years old. THIS WAS NOT GOING TO BE THE END of our story. I had heart ache, too. I missed my husband and just wanted to hold his strong hand. I needed to be with him and make stupid jokes that he probably wouldn’t laugh at. We don’t work well without the other one. I struggled to pray for peace, but our God is a loving and perfect Dad and He gave me His peace because He knows my needs before or even if I can’t ask for them. I fell asleep and slept alone….. in perfect peace.
After lots of tests were run and more medicines were given, the Dr’s decided he could come home while we worked out what was causing him heart pain. Thankfully, it wasn’t another heart attack and he didn’t appear to need more stents at this time. It seems that his heart was working too hard and having seven metal straws in your heart to keep it pumping blood can cause pain. Too much angina equals more pills to take on a daily basis. Every week I make up my 43 year old husband’s pill box with his 15 pills a day. 15 pills a day! That doesn’t even include the shot he gives himself in his abdomen. I have a huge love/hate relationship with medications. (That is a blog for another day.) But on this day, I am thankful for the medicine that is keeping his heart pumping so I can reach for his strong hands another day.
After this little blip of too much excitement, I had to get back to work packing up our house and fixing up our new RV……. We have less than 3 weeks before this adventure begins. We are not promised how much time we will have together in this lifetime. Now, more than ever, I realize how important this life change is. I pray that less things and less stress, equals less heart ache and more peace.
We are now unemployed. What on earth do we do now? We are so thankful and blessed that Jaret’s company offered him a severance package and 6 months of health insurance. With him having a serious heart condition, myself having MS, our children being blind, autistic, and having ADHD, medical insurance is a necessity. My mind was now racing with how long this money would last? Could Jaret find another job as a power plant manager here and allow us to keep living in our home? Do we really want to keep living this same way? It took some time for the fog to lift, but we began to see what a huge blessing this could turn out to be. We were given the opportunity to to start over.
I remember sitting at the dinner table together as a family and sipping my glass of wine. You could already tell the air in the house was lighter, smiles were starting to form, and daddy was beginning to be silly again. This felt nice. Then I heard it slip out of my mouth as if someone else were saying it. “I have a crazy idea! What if we sold everything and bought an RV and lived in it full time until God showed us new direction for our lives?” “HAHAHAHAHA, wouldn’t that be crazy???”
Jaret and the kids definitely didn’t see the fun and adventure in my idea at first. My husband is the sensible one. He’s the logical and thought-out one. His mind was racing with the details that such a life change would take and it didn’t seem feasible. The girls only thought of how much loss that would bring. So, I let it go. After all, I’m the impulsive one and often don’t think of the long term ramifications of my ideas. I like to blame my Cherokee Indian heritage in me for my love of adventure. I like to say, “the wild is calling me”. 😊 Sometimes the wild calling ends up with, “Oh no, what did I just do?”
I don’t think it took much time before we were throwing the idea around a bit. How much money would we save? What would we do with the few personal, important things? Where does mail go? What on earth do we do with all of our animals? Can you possibly sell a house during a pandemic in the heat of summer in Phoenix, AZ? We had just finished remodeling our kitchen and other rooms in our house. We had put so much of our love, sweat, and tears into this place. It was supposed to be our forever home. Jaret had just bought the lumber to begin building the tree house of all tree houses for our girls, but also our grand babies. We were going to sit in our rocking chairs and watch our horse graze in her pasture while the grand babies played in the amazing sunset. We had a plan. This plan was safe and we could see it clearly. But living full time in an RV? This was not something that you could really plan out. I couldn’t see a future ahead. A fun, wonderful vacation, of course I could see that! But what happens when you want to go “home” and get out of the RV and sleep in your own bed? Where would “home” be? Lots of thoughts were flying around. The good, the bad, and the RV lingo. Did you know “boon docking” is an actual word?
I soon found Jaret looking at Rv’s for sale. What could we buy with the severance check and have enough money left over to live on? Soon we find out that because of the Covid pandemic, all RV’s are bought up! Who knew that Covid = no motorhomes available in your price range. Ugh. I remember pulling up to a dealership and looking at this model that rivaled, A Christmas Vacation’s Uncle Eddie’s RRRRRVVEEEE. I walked into it, I smelled it….. and I walked out of it. My sweet husband stayed in there and talked with the guy. By the time he got into the car he could see that there was no talking me into this, so we moved on. I could tell my precious Analise was not buying this idea AT ALL. I asked her what would need to happen to make this an ok adventure for her? She said if she could have her own little space it would help. A place to put her books and a few important things. So, as if finding a nice RV that smelled like no one was killed in it at our price wasn’t hard enough, now we need to find one with a 2nd bedroom. “Lord, I give even this into your hands.”
Even though the RV idea was mine, I wasn’t totally sold on it myself. Like I said, I often come up with crazy thoughts and later think, “Who on earth came up with that idea?” One night in particular I was in a bad place. I went to bed early and just laid there and cried. I was done with having to be strong and think positive. I just wanted to cry and think about all that I was about to lose. Did you know that the enemy loves that place? He loves to see us miserable and weak. However, the greatest thing about being married is we fight the enemy as a tag team partnership. Jaret came in to check on me and he prayed over me. He reminded me that God knew exactly what we needed and that He hears our hearts. He is a good father that wants to give good gifts to His children. I was able to hold on to those truths and fall asleep in peace. But I was only asleep for a few moments and Jaret came running back in. He was pretty excited and told me he had found it! He found our new home on wheels! I could barely see but was able to make out the bunk beds in their own little space. God had answered the heart cry of my baby girl. They were going to have their own little space. The next adventure was waiting……. I’d call on it first thing in the morning. 😊
Hello. My name is Jenny Sullivan. I am a 40-something mother to 4 kiddos (Our oldest 2 are homegrown and our youngest 2 daughters are adopted from Ethiopia and China). I enjoy horses, gardening, and writing. I love to laugh and I hope I can add humor into your day by reading my blogs. I believe God loves to see His children smile. My life is not an easy one, we face challenges of all sorts daily. I hope by blogging, I can share these experiences with you and take you along on this Perfect Adventure with me!