|The Dauntless, Daunted|
Leaving our friends was difficult, and I won't pretend that I don't miss them and the joy they brought to my life, but we have met many new friends as well, and I have never worried about losing friendships with distance. They will be with me forever in one form or another.
Living in an RV (aside from the smell left by previous owners) has been fun. It's like the forts I made when I was a little girl. How can I fit my life and my family into this tiny space? Where should I put this, that or the other thing? It's exciting and a joy. Our family is close-knit, and we like to snuggle, so the tight quarters have not been a hardship.
|The Pier by our Camp|
Travelling to Maryland was quite a trip, and driving home for Christmas and then back was a little hard on the backside, but the scenery and the opportunities to see the country more than made up for the inconveniences. The road trips have not felt like a sacrifice.
Doing the work with MDS has also been a pleasant experience. Crisfield is a beautiful, friendly town, and our co-volunteers are good people, kind and patient. They work hard during the day, love to sit around and talk or play games in the evenings, and understand what we're doing and why. Aaron's work load is, by far, the most difficult of the four of us, but he enjoys it, waking up happily in the morning, ready to do something that he knows is important for the kingdom of God.
|The Frozen Bay|
I say all of that not to brag in any way. I say it to explain why, up until this point, I have not felt like we were making much of a sacrifice. Some of my friends and family think we're crazy, and I'm okay with that. I have had many people tell me they can't imagine doing what we have done, and I suppose that's understandable. But for us, the decision was actually easy, and we have not regretted it for a moment. We are off on a grand adventure, and the fact that it is also a momentous life change, or a self-abnegation of any kind, hasn't actually hit us.
|Small Boats Harbor, Immobile|
I started to get a glimpse of that this week, however, and to see just what a selfish being I really am. That's because this was the first really cold week we have had in Maryland, and I do not like to be cold. I really, really do not like to be cold. My hands are cold, my feet are cold, and my bones are cold when the temperature outside hits a certain level. More than once this week, as we struggled to figure out why our RV heater is so inadequate, I caught myself thinking, "Maybe I should call up the head office and tell them we can't do this after all for the new year. Maybe eight weeks last fall was enough. Maybe we could get re-posted to Florida."
|Mim Watches the Ice Bound Sea Gulls|