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.
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!