Awwww….the only bad thing about living out on the farm is not traveling and camping with TOW-Wanda. She’s parked on the long drive up past the farmhouse and I’ve decided I’m going to keep her set up and visit her often during the winter.

When I had little TOW-Wanda, I had to store her at a site over by the county airport. I did not like that one bit. I would go out every Sunday after church to read and take a nap. There were some Sundays in the dead of winter that I trudged through knee deep snow to get to her, but I went without fail. My campers have always been my sanctuary. For a long time, the camper was my safe place where I could get away from the pain of living in my house without Mr. Virgo. Then it became my quiet place to read and meditate. Now it has become my peaceful place to write. My “study”, of sorts. I have a twin bed in the slide out filled with pillows. I can curl up with my fur throw and write while I listen to the songbirds in the dogwood out my window. I play soft music in the background. I make a pot of tea. It’s positively civilized.

But this weekend….we’re headed into the woods again for one last long camping weekend before the frosts come, this big gal and me. TOW-Wanda will get a bath and get all cleaned up and winterized before I take her back to the farm and park her for the winter. As I pulled her down the highway today I thought back over how different my life is now as opposed to when I started out on my long three month journey into the wilderness and backroads of Colorado not two months after Mr. Virgo died. I’m a totally different woman now. I have different dreams. Different goals. I don’t look the same. I don’t act the same. Even some of my beliefs have changed. God knew what he was doing when he whispered, “Look for joy!” Joy is exactly what TOW-Wanda has brought me.

As wonderful as TOW-Wanda is…God is my safe place. He will give me all I need.

❤

God is our safe place and our strength. He is always our help when we are in trouble.

Psalms 46:1 NLV