Frustration Re-Visited
I have been living in this camper in my parent's yard for a year and 7 months. I feel there is some great truth or understanding that I should be learning. L certainly feel trapped and on display. Humility and patience are my sisters.
Like a banana peel or moldy bread become compost that fertilizes a garden this camper experience should be fuel for greater understanding, but I'm just not getting it.
- Am I learning to face my fears, because I've already squared off with more than one roach in way too confined an area?
- Am I learning to see life from a humbler point of view, because I am already intimately familiar with poverty and its nuances?
- Am I learning to live alone with myself in small places? You've obviously forgotten who you're talking to. I'm the girl who hikes the Appalachian Trail alone and likes it.
- Am I learning to enjoy roughing it, because I already do but you can't entertain well in these cramped quarters?
- Am I learning to enjoy the small things, no pun intended toward the camper, because I would already take a sunset over a widescreen TV any day?
- Am I learning to trust God? I can and probably will always need to improve in this area.
I must take this camper experience, the proverbial bunch of lemons, and make lemonade but I don't know the recipe. I can't just throw a bunch of bananas in the blender. It would be bitter and chunky, in word, undrinkable.
