Though all love originates in God and is for that reason God's own love, yet we are permitted to catch and reflect back that love in such manner that it becomes our love indeed, in much the same way that sunlight reflected from the moon becomes moonlight. - A.W. Tozer

Monday, June 23, 2014

Oh, the Pain

In many ways, clearing our house of all the 'things' we've collected over the years has been an enjoyable, even cathartic, experience. I have no trouble purging clothes, furniture, kitchen gadgets, decorations...most of the things in my house hold no particular attachment for me.

That being said, I do have a weakness, a housekeeping Kryptonite if you will. Books. Over the years I have aquired and purged books with a ruthless regularity, yet still found myself, many times, with more books than I can store. In the last six months I've given away or sold literally hundreds, yet there are hundreds more lining the walls of our schoolroom.

It isn't only my personal collections that are weighing on my soul, but all those books I've collected for the children. We use them in schooling (or might someday, you never know!) and take a bagful with us wherever we go. What if we need to know about the Aztecs suddenly while out on the road, but I don't have a book about ancient South/Central American civilizations?

Obviously, carrying them all around with us in an RV is not an option. Both space and weight prohibit such an action. Yet I cannot help but feel sad at the thought of all those lovely books that I've selected through the years just sitting in boxes. We will switch them out on our trips back "home" to our family and storage container, but it still gives me pause.

I suppose it's the same for everyone. We all have that one area where we are still firmly rooted to this old world. For me it's books, for my husband it's tools. My son is going to have to leave his trampoline and pick a limited amount of video games, and my daughter will not be able to take her pool full of crawdads and all her art supplies.

It's all part of the journey. I need to just get out my boxes and start filling them up with the things I currently think I can't live without. My day to day life will probably not be much different. Oh, but it hurts!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

And So it Begins

This adventure is, as yet, in our dreams, plans and future, although the latter rapidly approaches. We are now searching for our new portable home, debating the rival merits of converted buses, Fifth-wheel RV's, Travel Trailers, and other things that I knew nothing about only one year ago.

We hope to leave our "stuck to the ground" home in less than two months, then it's only a matter of moving, selling and storing our belongings, and hitting the road. We plan to work with a volunteer disaster relief service, but until we're ready for our first job, I won't go into those details.

Life is too comfortable, and we feel increasingly that God wants more from us than our current patterns of living for a salary and house I can't keep clean. If we believe that true faith is to "love the Lord with all your heart and love your neighbor as yourself," which we claim to do, then we should live out that love and teach it to our children with actions rather than just words.

We hope you'll join us in our new life by following along with blogs, praying that we will keep our hands off the controls of destiny, and giving us a smile if we pass you on the highway.