Have you ever felt called to do something extreme?
Okay, maybe we didn’t do anything really extreme but fourteen months later it feels a little crazy, and extreme.
Here’s the story. In January 2015, I felt we were called to sell our amazing home in a small suburb of Dallas. We had lived there 5 years. It was a great home, in a great neighborhood with amazing neighbors but I just felt we needed to simplify our lives. We needed less home, wanted to pay off some debt and honestly we desired to have more land.
So, like any wife with a plan I approached the husband. He was less than excited about my idea but said he would think and pray about it. Months went by and finally in May, he approached me and said “Yes, I know we are suppose to sell our home lets get it listed.” Um…okay!
We worked overtime getting our house ready to list and FINALLY our house went live on the market June 2015.
Within 9 days we had two great offers on the table to look at and we accepted one.
This is where the excitement starts in our journey.
We started looking at houses with our realtors while packing. Lots and lots of houses, all with an acre or more of land. It seemed every house had something wrong with it. THEN, the perfect house popped up and we went to look at it and fell in LOVE. It was the perfect size, perfect location, and perfect lot size. We put a pretty serious offer in and found out someone put a much larger offer over listing price in and we didn’t get the house.
We were devastated and had to be out of our current house in a week.
Talk about doubting if you really heard God’s will!
My dad had acquired a camping trailer several years back which they had never used. Being a great dad he offered it to us to use it temporarily while we continued to look for a house. I had seen the trailer from afar and thought “What a great idea.” There was a small RV Resort in our town which I knew several people who had stayed there while building a house or moving.
Lets be real guys! I had not stayed in an RV (trailer) since I was four but the thought of having some place to sleep instead of a hotel sounded blissful.
We loaded all our belonging in PODS and hubs brought the trailer to our house.
Y’all when this trailer pulled up, we all were excited.
We started cleaning this small trailer up, organizing it and moving the few things we had into it because this was only for a few months. Everyday we had high hopes of putting an offer in on a new home.
Now, my husband and in-laws were RV trailer people people back in the day. They went on awesome vacations pulling their trailer and boat when my husband was growing up.
Thank goodness my in-laws were there. They are amazing! They offered to get the trailer set up at the RV resort and stay in it for a few nights just to make sure everything was running properly.
Seriously, who does this kind of stuff!
My mother-in-law changed out the curtains, cleaned the sink, went and bought shelves and bedding, organized all our stuff, and had that trailer looking like a hotel.
July 31, 2015 was our first night to sleep in the trailer. Wow! Let me be honest, I almost had a panic attack in the middle of the night. I seriously felt like I was sleeping in a box! The AC was not quiet and I worried about the kids. Everything about this experience was starting to feel bizarre. I might have told the hubs that I was running away and I even think I did go out and sit in my car for a few minutes.
I did finally calm myself down enough to fall asleep that night and I remember feeling God whisper to me “I’ve got this, just listen.”
Our roots had been released that day and we had no clue as to where our new roots would be planted.