AH!! I cant wait for November to be over! I want to break out the hot cocoa, and snowflake decor and put up christmas lights...which, look really hill-billy on an RV! lol.
Our thanksgiving couldnt have gone any slower. Thanksgiving #1 was at DH mothers house, in which we met the new boyfriend (?) and ate a not so traditional thanksgiving meal. Sure, we had our turkey, but where were the marshmallow yams, and green bean cassarole, and rolls, and stuffing??? and most of all...where was the gosh darn cranberry sauce?! I was sad that someone hadnt asked me to bring all the yummies of thanksgiving because I totally would have. On top of that, we were unable to bring home any leftovers because we ended up making plates for the homeless...which, ok...as a pw...I understand and support. However - do you know how many thanksgiving meals/plates get delivered to all the homeless in our city?!?! We had at least 5 churches down there all serving their own thanksgiving meal (which kinda made me mad, why not come together like Christ calls us to and serve together in love and unity? Why seperate ourselves, its not a competition) So I know the homeless were not starving...but then again, its homemade food, not something that was put together by an assembly line.
Our second thanksgiving was today at my parents house in San Antonio, and of course, my mother had all my thanksgiving yummies, and I even got 3 tupperware containers of leftovers. :) I was 1 happy camper. However, its hard to find room for all my yummies in a tiny RV fridge...
How was your thanksgiving?? Did you have the traditional meal, or something unique?
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Well...I'm not exactly sure what people write about on blogs, I have read others and they seem so put together, so well worded, but I dont want to be like all the others. I want to be "strangely normal", I dont want to fit into a mold, a cookie cutter persay, I just want to be me.
But being me, is something I'm still trying to figure out myself. The title of my blog, "Finding God in an RV" is exactly how I feel. My husband and I recently moved into an RV to get rid of debt and stop paying 1200 a month for rent in a house big enough for 3 families. Trust me, I was not too thrilled about the idea of living in an RV...I mean, I was raised that you live in a quaint little cottage, with a white picket fence, have a dog named Rover and 2 kids, and a husband who works a 9-5 job and comes home everyday with a smile on his face and, "Honey I'm Home!" out of his mouth. And your standing in the kitchen wearing a cute little apron and your hair and makeup are just right as you pull a homemade apple pie out of the oven...and its all smiles and sunshine.
Yea, I woke up from that dream real quick! I soon realized that husbands dont always work 9-5, sometimes its 6-10, or even overnight...you dont have time to bake a homemade apple pie, much less buy a pie, you'd much rather drown yourself in Ben and Jerry's ice cream. And the quaint little cottage with a white picket fence turns into a $3000 RV that has to be completely redone to make it even home-y.
But all in all...I'm supposed to be the great pastors wife that just has a huge smile on her face, and just trusts God with everything...well, sometimes, trusting God for everything is harder then it looks. Sometimes trusting God means getting angry at God first for putting you in this position in the first place. Then after the tears have been shed and the angry words have left your mouth...your sitting there in your little RV...and God shows up...
Such are the joys of finding God in an RV.
But being me, is something I'm still trying to figure out myself. The title of my blog, "Finding God in an RV" is exactly how I feel. My husband and I recently moved into an RV to get rid of debt and stop paying 1200 a month for rent in a house big enough for 3 families. Trust me, I was not too thrilled about the idea of living in an RV...I mean, I was raised that you live in a quaint little cottage, with a white picket fence, have a dog named Rover and 2 kids, and a husband who works a 9-5 job and comes home everyday with a smile on his face and, "Honey I'm Home!" out of his mouth. And your standing in the kitchen wearing a cute little apron and your hair and makeup are just right as you pull a homemade apple pie out of the oven...and its all smiles and sunshine.
Yea, I woke up from that dream real quick! I soon realized that husbands dont always work 9-5, sometimes its 6-10, or even overnight...you dont have time to bake a homemade apple pie, much less buy a pie, you'd much rather drown yourself in Ben and Jerry's ice cream. And the quaint little cottage with a white picket fence turns into a $3000 RV that has to be completely redone to make it even home-y.
But all in all...I'm supposed to be the great pastors wife that just has a huge smile on her face, and just trusts God with everything...well, sometimes, trusting God for everything is harder then it looks. Sometimes trusting God means getting angry at God first for putting you in this position in the first place. Then after the tears have been shed and the angry words have left your mouth...your sitting there in your little RV...and God shows up...
Such are the joys of finding God in an RV.
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