We bought land with a mobile home on it. This was not my first choice.
The location nor the home.
After selling our home in California we made a small profit. We felt as though we could go any place we wanted to. But we didn't do exactly that. We stayed put and we prayed. We followed Dave Ramsey and his recommendations for debt free living. That kept us from going overboard. We diligently paid off our debt (mostly our massive school loans and a car loan). Then as we considered what to do with the money we had left, we reminded ourselves that we were meant to live within our means.
With our list of priorities in hand, we set out looking for land.
It needed to be:
1. Near a good church
2. Within a family friendly community for Penelope
3. Have farmable land
My husband and I both dreamt of a log cabin that he could build or even an Amish made one. We also toyed with the idea of living in a hooked up yurt. An old single wide mobile was never on our list of dream homes.
When Jason returned from his visit to North Carolina to find us a property, I began romanticizing about the historical books I've read where the men would leave their families to go find land. They'd return with wild stories about how fertile the new land was. The family would then journey together in a covered wagon and upon reaching their new land, Pa would build them a cabin made of logs...
Well this was not how it went down.
Jason did find some amazing properties while on his hunt (and also while we vacationed in New Mexico) but none of the properties met all of the priorities on our list, except for one.
The land with the single wide mobile home.
This was the one.
During the move I prayed that the home would be decent. I knew it needed work and a good scrubbing. I envisioned myself taking on the role of Mrs. Bailey from It's a Wonderful Life. This woman was adventurous, romantic and brave! She knew that her husband's work was important so she rolled up her sleeves and confidently made a home out of a falling down, window shattered house. Knowing the heart of her husband, she helped him fulfill his calling by making a home where he needed to be.
The day we arrived to our home sweet home, I didn't feel so brave. My adventurous side was conquered by dead bugs and a stinky carpet. Every room and hallway I walked down I could hear my inner voice saying,
"No. Please No..." and "I have to live here???"
I did roll up my sleeves and take charge, but my heart was scowling and frowning at every broken piece of veneer trim and the nasty tub that proudly boasted of its past use. That night I prayed, "Please change my heart God." It was more like pleading. I so very much wanted to be thankful for what God wanted for us. And I knew I needed to change my attitude.
I keep holding onto these dreams, these ideals of how life is supposed to be or how I want my life to play out. And my hands get full and my mind heavy. I am learning to let go of what and how I think life should go, and just go with what God gives me. It's called acceptance of my place. I exchange my weakness for God's strength. It's called surrendering my will.
And when I do that, I am in awe of what he has blessed us with and truly, truly thankful for what I am given.
It's with empty hands that I can receive. I receive God's grace and receive his blessings.
We had our own plans and our own dreams to follow. I am so happy that we went with God's plan for us. I keep finding myself stopping to thank him for everything. Like the location and for our home.
We are moving full speed ahead and almost done with renovating the mobile home. It's been exciting to see the changes we've made and how quickly it is turning from a single wide mobile home to our home sweet home.