God IS Faithful

Correction: our new humble abode is a ’93 Cruise Master Georgie Boy (or Georgia as Addalynn likes to refer to HER as).  But right or wrong as I am, God continues to prove His faithfulness to our family.  The first place we attempted to put down temporary roots for a week or two was just outside of Casa Grande, AZ.  Although Vekol Valley 20 years ago (when our Grandparents traveled this area) was a desert paradise our experience was much different.  We had a visit from an angel, cautioning us about Table Top Mountain’s proximity to Mexico and the dangerous drug runners and ruthless rip crews (in addition to the hundreds of thousands of illegal immigrants) that traveled this area each night.  After a phone call to the sheriff’s department assuring such precautions and some online research, it was decided this was not to be our “home” (even temporarily).  Thanks to my protective husband, the fact that his very tired and worn out wife had just finished setting up camp was null and void.  I’ll admit, I was not happy with the decision, but the presence of evil was so apparent in Vekol Valley, the touch of dusk was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.  Needless to say, God led us to Life Way Church and Saddle Butte Mountain the very next day.  To say this church and mountain were a blessing to our family would be a vast understatement.  This was the best first “home” we could have had on our extraordinary adventures.  To name a few of our favorites: warm weather hikes, visiting with new friends, a trip to the Grand Canyon, daily bike rides, morning Bible studies, adventurous jeep rides and even a Valentine’s dinner date (thanks to our friends at Life Way who watched our kiddos).  And I didn’t even touch on the fact that for two weeks we never ran out of water for showering and our batteries did great being charged by our generator each morning and evening; is that odd or it that God?  I’m pretty sure this is where God wanted us to be.  He IS faithful. 

But I’ll admit just days later, while searching for our next “home” I became fearful and worn out once again!  May I learn to just sit back and enjoy the ride next time (I’ll have to reread this blog on our next embarkment).  After Eric replaced the alternator (yes another one…this time on the motorhome), after attempting to sleep in the parking lot of a Bass Pro Shop next to someone’s generator that sounded like a weed whacker going full throttle, and after being bawled out by a snowbunny for letting my son get a cactus stuck in his shoe, God graciously led us up Peralta Canyon Trail to our next home away from home.  The clarity of His direction leaves me awestruck sometimes!  This jem (and jewel it is!), is located just behind a beautiful and SAFE neighborhood (unlike Vekol Valley just 70 miles from the Mexican border…God has a sense of humor you see).  I can’t wait to see what adventures He has in store for us and the extraordinary friends we will meet here.  Although these friends cannot replace you all, it never fails to amaze me how faithful God is at placing people in our lives, wherever we may be, to help fill your roles.  We pray He is doing the same for you in our absence…and as always, if you miss us that much: come visit us (just beware: you might end up joining us)!  Peace and Love, Eric, Jenna, Addalynn, Ethan, and Abram (Sophie and Holly)