Through the Seasons

Looking Back

A few years ago Jonathan and I sold our house and moved into an RV.  Sold a house.  Moved into an RV.

I

was

so

sad.

I never even realized I’d react that way.  I didn’t think I had a “hold” on my house.  And I didn’t really.  It was my home.  And I loved my home.  I loved keeping it in order and relaxing in it. 

On the flip side I hated being so weird.  I lived in an RV!  People were always inviting us to stay with them a night or two out of sympathy for crying out loud!  You’d think we would have felt comforted by our RV neighbors but OH NO they had those big motorhomes.  That’s a whole different thing from our little pull behind thingy that we didn’t even have a vehicle able to pull. 

Now, years later, it seems so trivial.  I met a lady in the blogosphere who is in the midst of selling her home to be an overseas missionary.  That made me look back and realize as hard as that step was, it’s not really that great a loss (not in the long run that is). 

I do have a home again and granted it’s not as nice as our little house in Matthews but I have still made it our home.  Some friends of ours commented to us the other night that we have made great strides to settling in here saying that that others have been here years and haven’t done half of what we’ve managed to do.  But that’s because our home being a home is of huge value to us.  Huge! 

No matter what else is going on here if I can feel comfortable in my own house then I’ve accomplished something.  I’ll look out at the flowers, watch the dogs, or bring in a little harvest from the garden and feel comforted and happy.  It’s truly a gift from God that this far away from home I can still feel at home.