Its been 2 years since the 'BIG MOVE' from the White Mountains to phoenix... but will we finally be able to get back to our roots this year??
Its March. The world is falling apart at the seems with fear over a virus called 'Covid-19'. If you lived through Y2K this one takes the cake. Grocery stores shelves are empty... at first people bought out all the toilet paper they could. They bought it by the cart-full and the pallet! Then when the toilet paper ran out (generating even more fear as people were told to prepare to self-quarantine themselves for up to 14 days), other essentials began to disappear. Cleaning products, bleach, baby necessities, bread, canned goods.. then came meat, and milk hoarding. As the wheels blew off the crazy train, businesses and restaurants were forced to shut down across the country. National guard deployed to enforce closures of public areas, and curfews.
To be fair, the Ebolla and H1N1 viruses (much more severe, with higher death rates) didn't illicit as much attention as this 'NEW' Chinese virus that over took the world. Heard mentality had never been so well documented either! Fear stoked by mis-information and terrified news broadcasters grew to new heights as the wild fire spread and paralyzed the world.
I watched comfortably on my patio, sitting above the storm, and realized that the life I had lived for the last 5 years had prepared me for this moment and I was entirely at peace. And if you are a reader of the bible.. the word teaches you that the strong and the calm who stand before the storm are supposed to inspire people... well. My firmness surely inspired lol! I think it drove even more people into a frenzy as they pondered why I wasn't affected at all.
But to be honest I was affected by them. I longed even more for the solitude, and peace of the wilderness. And deeply yearned to return to our simple life. With my husbands health seemingly under control, we both longed to return to a more rural lifestyle again. The city life never fit us well to begin with, and seeing the chaos really helped to affirm our need to move. Perhaps if their was more community, perhaps if their was more reason and level headed-thinking we could have endured longer... but this was a tipping point for us both.
As it was, when my husband was sick, I prayed that we would find healing. And be strong enough to do what ever it took to find it. That resulted in the painful decision to disperse the entire herd and sell everything but our lumpy old bed to make the move back down to the city... so, I am well aware now to be careful of what you pray for! But, I found myself unable to sleep at night. Waking up at 1am just to pray myself back to sleep. The need to leave the city and return to our self-sufficient life was emergent. The fear of the people around me was making me quite bitter, and causing my husband a lot of stress as well (being that he worked with the public hands on during this time).
So, we picked an area we felt would suit our needs, and now.. we are looking for our very first home! We have been pretty nomadic our whole lives, never staying in one place for very long.. so the thought of having a permanent home is both exciting as it is frightening! Praying that Abba blesses our path, and that we will find a suitable home in the place we chose.. but we are open of course to His suggestions ;)
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