The thoughts of living simply and simply living seemed like a great break from the busyness of my life. 

No more lawn to mow.

No more maintenance of a whole house.

Smaller monthly bills.

Only keeping things that seem essential.

More time to write and think.

More time to spend with God and my husband.

All these things seemed like a glorious way to live.

     At first I was all in and then my gut said, “I don’t think so.” Knowing it’s wise to pay attention to a feeling in the pit of my stomach, I shared some concerns with my husband. This led to us putting the plans to sell our house and buy a camper to live in full time, on a back burner.

     Months later, the topic of selling our house seemed to repeatedly crop up in our minds and conversations. We began to seriously entertain the idea of putting our house on the market, without knowing what would be next, other than the town for which God was drawing our hearts to. 

We set a date to list the house.

Began to clean up the yard.

Started selling and giving away belongings we felt the need to let go of, or allow someone else to enjoy.

     Thirteen days before the house went ‘live’ on the market, we made the decision to purchase a camper. After looking at campers online and in person for a couple of years, we had finally found one with a floorplan and style for us. My husband and I actually saw it online about the same time and it stopped us both dead in our tracks. We loved it! 

     Without physically walking through the travel trailer, we committed to buying our next home based on what we saw by touring a similar model.

     Camper parked in the yard, waiting to be our movable home, we committed to sell our house. After one week of showings and four offers, we had a buyer.

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    My organized plans were ripped apart one after another, so was my security in those plans. By this time, God had shown me some of the things I had been placing my identity and security in. This included my well laid out plans.

     Through this incredibly revealing transition, I’ve come to let go of many things.

Belongings from loved ones who’ve passed.

My shelves of books.

Furnishings that filled the house.

And the thoughts that I have control over much.

    As our transition to full time camper living continued to become a reality, so have the trials. One after another. Small obstacles were doable in my own strength, so I thought, until one after another they wore me down to exhaustion. Becoming weary from the journey, the small hurdles became harder to manage by the time we reached moving weekend.

Trials in this transition:

My timeline not matching my husband’s.

Late start on moving day.

Blown tire on enclosed car trailer five minutes down the road.

The power cord for the camper too short for our campsite. Note: ninety-five percent of our food was in the camper refrigerator.

  Struggles to find an extension cord or parts to make one.

Miscommunication on my part for house key exchange with the new home owner.

Running out of daylight, time, and patience in getting our belongings out of the house on time.

Leveling the camper at midnight.

Cold showers after midnight.

My nesting impulse kicked in with no way to make our camper a home for two days.

Experiencing some mild depression with the large adjustment to our new lifestyle.

After seven nights of sleeping in the camper, we discovered our bed had broken and was causing flooring damage. Also, a brake and turn signal malfunction.

The brand new generator needed for the camper didn’t work. 

  Followed by a night with very little sleep because of low battery lights and an alarm going off.

  Struggles in getting a refund for the non-working specialty generator.

Expense and hassle of a two night stay in a hotel while our camper was over an hour away at the dealership for repairs.

  Upon arrival at the dealership, we found that a trim piece over the bedroom door had fallen to the floor in transit.

The first day at the hotel, I struggled with getting wifi to work for more than five minutes.

A few days after getting camper back, I dealt with stabbing chest pains and aches with tingling going down my arm. After a six hours ER stay and then a chiropractor appointment, it was found that I had a couple of ribs out of place.

WOW! That was a lot for a two week period of time!

What I want to focus on … blessings that occurred in that same two weeks.

Beautiful walks in nature.

Great time with my church family, experiencing their love and support.

Meeting a very sweet hotel clerk who I was able to bless.

Having dinner at one of our favorite restaurants and being able to bless our favorite server.

Looking back at all the friends and others we’ve been able to bless by our letting go of belongings.

God has sent reminders along the way to reinforce truths to my heart.

When I take my eyes off of Jesus, I start to sink.

Leaning on my own understanding leads to a worn out-exhausted Amy.

Seeking God and being present with him refuels my soul.