7 Chickens and a one way road trip...

Yes, that's right… On July 15th, my son Trevor, our good friend Ashli, and I hit the road with our pup Raven and seven live chickens in the back seat. We said our goodbyes to my family and headed for one final stop at my nephew Ryan's home. I had the honor of helping care for him over the past few months as he fought to beat his colon cancer diagnosis. I couldn't leave without seeing him, so we headed over with a loaded RV and, of course, my car with my feathered friends tucked safely in the back seat. I made it dark for them, hoping they would sleep the whole way, and they did, almost without a peep. Our little caravan headed out on our journey from Arizona to Colorado.

Running late, we pulled into the Colorado house around 3:00 a.m. With lots to do, Trevor, Ashli, and I got right to work unloading what we needed from the RV and the car. The sleepy hens, I'm sure, were happy to get out of their cardboard boxes and safely into the garage kennel we quickly put together. It was finally time for all of us to get some much-needed sleep.

We were blessed to spend some time with one of Trevor's friends and his family for a little R&R in between all the work of unpacking and getting everything ready in the home where I would be living while attending Bible college. I was going to be a full-time student, with a few married couples, who were also students, joining me as renters soon.

The kids and I worked to get everything done in just one week while they were there to help. Ashli had to head back home a little earlier than Trevor, and after she left, he continued working and finished the chicken coop they had started. There was so much to do. We shopped for supplies to build a closet, hung a ceiling fan, and tackled countless other projects. I couldn't have done it without them, and I was so grateful they were there to help.

The first renters had already arrived back in May, so we were only able to meet and spend a little time with them because there was still so much work to do. Twelve-hour days of working, eating, and going to bed exhausted. 😩

Before long, it was time for Trevor to head back home.

I was going to miss my kids deeply, but knowing it was the Lord's timing, and His will gave me peace. I knew we would all be okay.

Join me again soon as I share the testimony that led to this journey and the Lord's calling that brought me here to Charis. 🦋