Memories
I've been thinking about my childhood lately. Particularly about when my parents bought the house that they still live in today. There were no realitors involved. Just two families that both had five kids, and they shook hands to seal the deal. My mom just had the last of five children, Tommy. He was only two months or so when we moved. Well, when we wanted to move into the new house, unfortunately the family that sold it to us wasn't ready to move out just yet. It was too late for us to stay where we were because we already sold our old house to someone. What did we do? We lived in a motel for a couple weeks, then in our trailer and our grandparents trailer for another couple of weeks. Us kids didn't care. We thought we were on Vacation. I think my parents were going through absolute hell though. Then my grandparents got kicked out of their apartment that they were managing. That was my uncles fault. So, they had to live in their trailer that we were using. I remember waking up one morning and my grandpa was cooking breakfast in his trailer. I was thinking, 'Wait a minute, why is grandpa here? I know this is his trailer, but he doesn't live here. He lives in his apartment.' Anyways, I guess the reason I've been thinking about this, is because I knew that God was always with us. Even though it wasn't the ideal place for us to be at the time. He was there, taking care of us, making sure we had a roof over our heads. I'm very grateful for those times, and for the times that I am struggling in my own little family. It seems like it's those times of trial that I am most trusting in God.