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13 Sept 2025

  Well, life has many rabbit trails and it's up to us which trail we follow. I thought I was selling this place and moving back to Idaho.... rabbit trail.

No matter where we searched, Cheryl and I found nothing that we could afford to buy. Our limited incomes put us below the level of qualifying for a mortgage loan.

So, after a couple months of living with a bedroom full of packed boxes, suitcases, and hopes, I made the decision to stop looking and feeling the frustration and began unpacking everything. Today I have 9 boxes of things to give away after looking more seriously at what I have. Crossroads Missions is coming today to collect the boxes of stuff, the extra bed, the recliner that is uncomfortable, and the AZ room rug. I'm simplifying my living more than I did when I got rid of stuff to pack everything. 

In putting things back where they belong I saw many things that I've kept for a long time but never used. I had a lot of sentimental attachment to things that really served no purpose in keeping. I will always have the good memories attached to the items, but really don't need to keep the stuff around me.  

This causes me to wonder if God is preparing me to live in a smaller home or an RV that can't store a lot of stuff. He hasn't shown me anything for sure, but I kind of have a "gut feeling" that there is something coming that means I need to slim things down. In any case, if anything happens to me, Pearl and Donna won't have so much to get rid of and that's a good thing.

So, rabbit trails.... they sure make life interesting don't they?

 

But, as for me, I will continue to believe God has His best interest for me at heart.... I love You Jesus... 

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