Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

Looking at the date of the last post on this blog, it has been almost a year. It has been a year of frustration and disappointment as our life has turned upside down. Now, we are at the end of our chances for things to turn around. The bank account is less than empty and there is NO money to pay next months rent. 

¹⁸ Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
¹⁹ Better it is to be of an humble spirit with the lowly, than to divide the spoil with the proud. Proverbs 16:18-19

We are at the end of our rope and the end of our hope. The idea of pride, has long since stopped being part of this equation. 

The question is, can we do this:

Convert Small Utility Trailer into Small Camper

or did we already miss our window of opportunity?

And yes, moving a family of four into a 6 x 12 utility trailer is the good option, because the other doesn't have any roof or doors, at all.

 

I have spent the past few days trying to scan more of my old photos onto my computer so I don't lose them, but I just can't do it. I can't look back at all those memories, smiles and happy times, knowing where they are leading. Yet, I know that if I don't get them scanned in, I will lose them forever, because we will have no room to store them.

Much like what do I do with the furniture, knick knacks and possessions of a lifetime? Do I just leave them here, when we get forced out, or do I try to save them? 

Do we rent a locker, spending money we can't afford, hoping things may turn around? 

Hope has failed us, again and again and again.

And praying, yes, I have prayed and prayed and prayed. BUT...I have a very hard time with that. 

 The Blessing of St. Francis of Assisi to Brother Leo
The Lord bless you and keep you.
May He show His face to you and have mercy.
May He turn His countenance to you and give you peace.
The Lord bless you!

No matter how difficult things become for us, there are always stories like this: 

O.C. Family Committed To Finding Beauty In Each Day After Sons Are Diagnosed With Rare, Fatal Disease

This story struck a particularly poignant chord because I am keenly aware of the devastating affects of Battens Disease. For many years, I was the Leader of a Girl Scout troop. Two, actually. One of the girls in the older troop had Battens Disease.  She was also the daughter of people who grew up 2 houses away from me, each direction.  

So, I know that while I think things are terrible for us, they could be so much worse. I have lost a couple of friends in just the past few months and have another who has been fighting cancer for the past few years. Those are struggles that make mine look ridiculously petty.

For now, we will look for answers and plan for the worst, because hoping for the best has not worked out so well.  When (if) this is ever over, I plan to get a tattoo; something I never thought I would do. Project Semicolon Connects The Broken Path Of The Depressed