Life in a Winnebago

From time to time I have considered what life would be like in a Winnebago. That is VERY funny just because I am NOT an outdoors girl. That is, unless LOVING to walk the beach at sunset counts.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to savor, even just for a few moments, what life in a Winnebago would be like. And today I have already viewed different models online. Dreaming.

Why life in a Winnebago? Simplicity. Lack of clutter. Only a small space to clean. Pick up and go where you need to go and home is never far away. I think I LOVE it.

Yes, the girl who has spent less than three nights ever in a tent (and not usually successfully) LOVES the idea of the Winnebago.

But, I love to host. To entertain. To share time with friends. What happens with that if life is lived in a Winnebago?

Hmmm...THAT I would miss. Clutter. Multiple closets of stuff I would not. Maybe we could just rent heated tents and set up when we are in the mood for a party.

Or maybe I would miss space. Maybe I am just in a place longing for simplicity.

Life is so complicated. So many are hurting. So many friends are watching dreams die. So many hearts are breaking. So many of us are waiting for the Lord to return. To call us Home.

And so, once again, I am overwhelmed with stuff. Holding on to clothes that do not fit. Things I may someday need.

Perhaps a restlessness for Heaven. A longing for my Lord.

Maybe I am exactly where He wants me.