I have been looking for a place to put my camper. While my uncle has told me there’s no real hurry, it seems to be distressing to my aunt to have it on the farm so it’s best to move more quickly. I thought I had found a reasonable place not far from one of my cousins, but I’ve heard from the friend of a friend that there have been meth busts in a couple of the trailers there, so I’m not going anywhere near it! It’s best to park on land near the home of an acquaintance, especially around here because there are so many transient oil workers. I drove through an area a month ago where people are renting out spaces in their yards and there might be seven or eight campers surrounding a house. And at $700 a month for each trailer, folks are making a killing. Honestly, a little further north from here looks like the gold rush of California!

A friend of mine has property overlooking the river and living by the river is on my bucket list. We are checking to see, but that might be the perfect solution. Plans. I consider myself to be extremely flexible, yet I sure balk when someone changes my plans for me. I know it will work out. It always, always does. I just have to get out of God’s way and let Him do His thing. I operate under this illusion that I’m the one behind the wheel. Ha! ❤

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Jeremiah 29:11