Well, another blog written while someone else is driving. And in this case, it is a United Airlines Pilot. The last post I made was on the way to pick up my new LQ in Oklahoma, and drive back to Arizona. That 3000-mile week didn’t slow down much with bid-season in full swing and another trip back to Nebraska for Washington County Cattleman’s and Arlington Alumni weekend.

It’s been still living life down to the minute, including this morning when my flight got delayed. Every minute is full, which is a blessing. This season is making me schedule and choose better. Although, I didn’t choose wisely when I didn’t pack last night and woke up a bit scattered, it was a lesson learned in preparation for the next day when every minute matters. Thanks for being patient with me getting back on schedule with posting.

The minutes certainly mattered last week as well, especially when my Ford dealership was able to get my truck repaired in time to make the trip down to Oklahoma. We made it to our hotel, and even Dutchy was impressed with the curation and comfort of the Colcord Downtown Oklahoma City. We rested well, ready for the big reveal.

We pulled up to the fairgrounds in Chickasha, OK, seeing horse trailers for an event, but none that were mine. We were greeted and directed to drive over to another building where my trailer was hidden. As we waited outside for more instruction, my parents stood on either side of me. I felt like a bride and thought maybe the next time I’m waiting in the wings with my dad, it could be in a wedding dress. Nonetheless, I was brought back to the present moment, and I was ready to see my new home.

The door opened and Tracy Hart walked with me around the exterior, and we marveled at the work her team had done on the construction. Champagne skin, black and gold speckled Werm flooring inside the horse compartments, and wow did it shine. The exterior was more impressive than I thought, though it didn’t look as long as I was expecting, which was also an answered prayer for my driving skillset.

We all reset, and let the videographer go in before me. My brain really wasn’t wired to see how every finish would look together. When I tell you I had no expectations of what it would look like, I was true to my word. All I expected was for God to show up, and for the joy of the Lord to be in this place. And He was and still is.

I stepped in and immediately felt at home. It felt pure and serene, yet classy and elegant. The first walkthrough was just pure joy and answered prayers. As I walked through, I never felt like this trailer was more important or bigger than what God has been doing in my life. As beautiful as it is, what I felt in my heart was thankful that I get to experience this season, but also, consecrated to whenever He asks me to leave it. I remembered all the prayers that were prayed over this trailer and where the bible verses are written in the frame and on my heart.

Now that I’ve moved in, and began really living in it, that feeling of home has resounded. I love that this is where God called me to, and that I get to take my home with me. Some people may think receiving this trailer is a finish line, but to me, it’s only the beginning. The prayers and wrestling with faith leading up to this moment only prepared me to walk into it. Now, it’s time to walk it out. And I don’t really know what that looks like.

“Keep steady my steps according to your promise, and let no iniquity get dominion over me.”—Psalm 119:133

 I’m reminded of one of the first big trips I took with my little bumper pull trailer several years ago to see my vet in Idaho. The appointment was a bit longer than I expected, and the weather started to turn when I got to Butte, MT. With a canyon drive yet ahead of me, it started to look like pretty tough mountain driving. When fear crept in, I started to pray that God would remove fear. I declared, “Lord, you wouldn’t bring me this far to fail me. Just show me the part of the road I need to see.”

Show me the part of the road you need me to see. I don’t need to see the whole highway from start to finish, just show me the part I need to stay on the path you have for me. I still pray this prayer often, and not always navigating winter terrain. Sometimes, we want to see every part of the journey God has. But He doesn’t work that way, and I’m glad He doesn’t. Sure, there are seasons we can see miles of the journey at a time, but in other instances, it’s vision in feet. I think if we got to see the whole road, it would be more difficult to silence the fear that could keep us from walking it.

The way I share my journey with others has changed. Before, it was, “Well this is what I’m going to do.” Now, I get to say, “This is what I’m doing.” And I think it has brough more gratitude with it. As I was leaving my chiropractor, sharing with her my blog, and new journey of trailer living, I started to think of how little of this road I could see when I started. In the fall of 2020, I moved to Helena, MT and learned to saddle and team rope. By 2022, I bought my first horse, received the job that would allow me to rope in AZ, and moved back to Nebraska. The move that really catapulted the ask for a LQ horse trailer. In May of 2024 I customized everything that this home would be, and less than a year later, here it is.

Who would have thought? And I still don’t know what this whole thing is all about. But that’s ok. There’s joy in not knowing, and just having the faith to walk to it and walk through it. So wherever you are, I pray that you see the road that you need to see at the time. A foot at a time isn’t a bad place to be. Unexpected blessings and abundance are on the other side of the steps He orders for you to go. So go, and have faith, even when you can only see a foot of the road at a time.