sitting in quiet surrender | somewhere in Ontario

Just West of Lake Ontario, our hazard lights blink-blink-blink as the freeway traffic rushes past us, sending the vehicles into small sideways rocking motions. The truck, whose engine has been whispering notions of discontent for the past few hundred miles, has acted like a toddler and erupted into a full-blown tantrum. We are perched like birds on the shoulder of the road.

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from 5 bedrooms and 5 acres to a 5th wheel: how to make it all fit

Today I had the privilege of writing a guest post for Michael Boyink over at his blog Ditching Suburbia.  In it I talk about the process we took in downsizing from our 5 bedroom/5 acre home into our 5th wheel. I also share how we narrowed down our clothing, toys and kitchen gadgets. Can you guess which 5 appliances made the cut? Click over to find out. While you are there, take a look around. He has a lot of great resources for families seeking to live uncommon lives.

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be not dismayed

The sky is my living room.  The woods are my parlor.  The lonely lake is my bath.  I can’t remain behind a fence all my life. ~Louie from The Trumpet of the Swan

Not long ago the seed of an idea started growing in our hearts.  The concept was simply to loosen our grip on the things that claim so much of our time, money and attention in order to open up our hands to more reaching out and our hearts to embracing things with more eternal value. As this thought pattern matured we began praying and asking God to show us how to respond.  Though many prayers and deep soul searching, a collective and consistent series of events pointed us in the direction of putting our home on the market and waiting for God to respond in His time.

And then He did. He waited and chose not to sell our house in the first few days like I anticipated. He waited and chose not to sell it to the first people who looked at our house as I expected. He waited, allowing me to stand on the water and feel the wind and temptation to take my eyes of the Savior. He waited, allowing me to sit in the wilderness for a time and choose to trust (over and over again) instead of fear.  He reminded me that He is in charge. He gets to make the calls. He alone gets to decide the timeline of my life.  I get to follow. I get to obey. I get to trust. Once again He is moving and leading and we are doing our best to step one foot further into His plan. Continue reading “be not dismayed”

still here

I’m still here–both literally and figuratively. About three months ago I came head-on with the fact that in all the uncertainty of our future, my only job was to trust.  I haven’t written in the past few months because my job description has remained the same, the status of our house is unchanged and it isn’t easy to write about nothing on a consistent basis (unless of course your name ends in Seinfeld).

That said, “nothing” is not entirely accurate.  We did have a recent burst of excitement that eventually fizzled into nothing. We had our first (and only) house showing on Halloween and a few days later the same couple came back for a second look.  Leading up to the news of this first showing, both Trent and I had really settled into the fact that this process might take a while, that our house might not sell until spring, if at all.  We had analyzed the situation from every possible angle and carefully chosen the key elements to focus on in order to highlight the benefits of ‘not moving’.  As one friend stated, “mentally, I’ve taken your house off the market”.  Continue reading “still here”

waiting

Not to be captain obvious but it is hard to wait.

As I formulate the words in my mind that I am about to type I shake my head with self disdain: Our house has been on the market for 48 days now and nothing is happening.  No offers. No showings. Nothing.  Do you hear me people? 48 whole days we have been waiting! Belch, I just threw up in my mouth a little at my own ignorant impatience.

It not my fault really, I just saw this playing out differently in my mind:

We tell God we will do anything.  We wait, we pray, we listen.  We try to hear His voice in the wind.  Nothing.  We start to hear rustling and things start selling–big things and little things but still no clear direction.  We cross-examine every opportunity that comes across our path.  Nothing.  Then, something and more somethings and pretty soon we have built up a pretty solid case for our next move on God’s adventure team.  We list the house for sale on a Thursday evening.  By Friday we have a few showings lined up and by Sunday we are praising God in church for the multiple offers we have received on our home.  We pack up, we move and enter phase two of the grand adventure.

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