When Thomas announced that we would be traveling, I was driving a Toyota Corolla. It was an older car, but it got 36 mpg. I was paid mileage on my job, and I actually made money driving it. It had gotten over 220K miles on it, so when I paid it off, I bought a minivan from someone at church. I had put over 50K miles on the Toyota in the year I had it, so I knew I needed something with low miles. The Windstar had over 150K on it, but I figured it would be ok. In a year and a half, I put 70,000 miles on it and the engine was still going. But I knocked the axles out. Then I borrowed the church's van, and after 10.000 miles in 3 months, I knew I needed to buy it.
Now this was not without problems. I went from 38 miles a gallon to 18. And with the Ford 350, I am doing about 12. Plus there have been other difficulties which I will explain later.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
What Brought Us Here
Thomas and I had been in Macomb for over 20 years. I had quit my job as administrative assistant and hiring manager for the local McDonald's stores, and I had reentered the field of merchandising. I was a book vendor when I started at McDonald's, and I worked both jobs and homeschooled for a year after starting there. I was and always have been a workaholic.
Two and a half years ago, besides my working two jobs (market research and American Greetings), we were also trying to farm our acreage, Wisdom Acres. WA was not going anywhere, because I was never home and Thomas couldn't do the work that needed to be done while I was gone.
I told him one day that he needed to pray as long as it took, and then tell me what we needed to be doing. The next day, he came to me and said, "We are suppose to sell everything and travel." What!? I knew this must be God, because this was not MY husband! My husband wanted to be buried where we lived. He would never leave his house, his land, his home, the county, the state, etc. Thomas would not leave! So I said, OK, but then I kept waiting for him to change his mind (which was something else he would do frequently. Thomas is "bipolar.")
But he never did.
Two and a half years ago, besides my working two jobs (market research and American Greetings), we were also trying to farm our acreage, Wisdom Acres. WA was not going anywhere, because I was never home and Thomas couldn't do the work that needed to be done while I was gone.
I told him one day that he needed to pray as long as it took, and then tell me what we needed to be doing. The next day, he came to me and said, "We are suppose to sell everything and travel." What!? I knew this must be God, because this was not MY husband! My husband wanted to be buried where we lived. He would never leave his house, his land, his home, the county, the state, etc. Thomas would not leave! So I said, OK, but then I kept waiting for him to change his mind (which was something else he would do frequently. Thomas is "bipolar.")
But he never did.
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