You think someone will be around forever, and that you will always have another opportunity to hear their stories and see their smile. My grandma, Essie Vanderford, was ninety eight years old when she passed last Tuesday November 19, 2013. She had an infectious laugh, wicked sense of humor, love for the Lord, ornery streak, and bright blue eyes. There just aren’t words. They don’t do her justice. I will miss her dearly.
Yet again our plans (plans…haha…funny) have changed. We adjust and bend. Trailer life isn’t as “Leave It To Beaver” meets The Travel Channel. Instead, it is more like “Survivor” meets “The Simpsons” meets… “I Love Lucy.” Survivor because it seems like we have challenges each step that we must overcome. Simpsons, because of all the burping and farting and snoring (oh my!). When it was in a 4600 sq. ft. house, it was spread-out. Here it is localized. WEAPONIZED. I love Lucy? Because there have been enough “mad-cap” adventures to fill a whole year ALREADY in the last three weeks.
As for now, I am exhausted. Adjusting, and exhausted. Zoos, beaches, family, mystery spots, clawing cats, broken jacks (“I feel like I’m forgetting something… Oh well…” RIIIIPPPPPP), cats on leashes, a ‘Pig-Sitter Wanted” sign – and the pig on a leash, a pooping parrot, sick kids… I can’t even take a bath and have “Calgon – take me away!”
Please pray for us. Honestly, please pray for me as I have not been exactly the “Godly” example that I should be. It is as if God is allowing this trailer existence to bring out places in my heart that really need work. Things I didn’t think I had issue with… I really am immature about. I asked the Lord a year ago to really draw me close to Him no matter the cost. I really didn’t know what that would look like, but I know He is faithful. It just may not look like I envisioned!