Gypsies in the Truest Sense
This has been one of the most humbling and humiliating times in my life, I will admit...
Although having found a plot of land to use as home base, we weren't able to move onto it until the ground was dry enough to drive onto -- I mean, a 35 foot long metal vehicle carrying our home, is kinda' heavy...
So, for the last month, we were gypsies in the truest sense.
Our church family has been ever so gracious, allowing us to park behind the building, whenever we weren't on the road.
But every Sunday, I felt awkward walking into the building, wondering what people were thinking of us. Yes, regardless of the fact that we are courageous enough, and a little bit crazy, to live our lives from a converted school bus, I still care what others think of us. Maybe it could be called insecure, or perchance it is simply being sensitive, whatever you may think, it is who I am. Fern consistently tried to reassure me that if anyone had a problem with our situation, they would surely tell us - and I hoped in my heart that was the truth.
God does allow us to learn lessons through trials in our lives, and I am just truly happy that this one is done. So, this blog post is about testing, in regards to a testing of my spirit - I cannot say if I have passed or failed... but I am blessed.
"You know that when your faith is tested, you learn to be patient..."
"...be content with what you have, because God has said, "Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.""