One More Time...

Fort Stockton RV Park

Fort Stockton, Texas

May 10, 2019

You think the Lord wants to get something through my thick skull?

In the travelogue I mentioned the woman with whom I ate supper. After some really enjoyable conversation about out lives I asked her, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” I loved her answer.

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Sure. I may choose not to answer it, but please ask.”

Talk about self confidence! So I asked.

“How do you find traveling alone?”

Again I loved her answer. With a smile and laugh she said…

“Oh, I’m not alone. I have my dog and dozens of friends who are traveling with me. I stay in touch with them all the time. I write a daily blog, text and call often.”

Sound familiar? Except for her dog she could have been telling my story including the death of her spouse in the summer of 2017.

I think I have this lesson down pretty well by now, but I have the sense God is trying to tell me something deeper.

Is it about my yonderin’? I’m really enjoying the new RV, and hope this illness was just transitory. But I'm trying to be open to, as a friend from Cajun country used to say, "Ever what."

I suppose what I’m still trying to do is pressure the Lord into telling me:

“What do you want me to do with the rest of my life?”

In Van Horn, (and here as well) I had a lot of time to ponder...what would life be like if I couldn’t RV anymore? As is usually the case, there are all kinds of options.

One might be--if I don’t feel like handling the RV but still want to travel, I can trade it in and buy a comfortable touring car. As a matter of fact, my black Subaru will do very while I see how that works out. Haven’t traveled on the road hotel to hotel in years.

Totally different lifestyle.

Another option is to get condos or Airbnb accommodations at different locations. The boys are willing to drive me. We talked about it when I was so sick and they knew I still wanted to travel.

I started to say I wouldn’t meet people, and then realized I met the woman last night in the restaurant, not on the campground. But then there’s my Van Horn friend...that would never have happened if I hadn’t been camped...or would it?

I have no doubt that the Lord can arrange the meeting if he wants to put someone in my path (or me in theirs) regardless of where I am.

I feel like Tevye in “Fiddler on the Roof.” “On the other hand….”

Have you ever noticed how one of your greatest gifts (curiosity and flexibility in this case) can also be the most problematic. I often look at people who see things as black or white and think, “What would it be like?” But that’s probably a meditation for another day.

So what’s the Lord really trying to teach me?

I suppose it might be

Faith, trust, and patience.

I believe you can do it, Lord. But please. Hurry up already!

Till then,,,

Thanks for journeying with me