Foundations

Many, many years ago the Headmaster and I lived in a trailer in Illinois- in the winter.
We had a baby, but no car, no television, and few friends. We'd been transferred there by the Air Force for a 12 week training school for hubby that lasted six months.

We did have a radio. While dh was in training school, I was at home with the baby. We had little furniture and few dishes (exactly three plates, three cups, three knives, three forks, three spoons, one sauce pan, one frying pan, one cookie sheet, one mixing bowl...). We kept half the trailer was closed off so we didn't have to heat it- so I could clean the two rooms we used in fifteen minutes.

Then I listened to the radio, read, and played with the baby. We had a Christian radio station. I listened to James Dobson, David and Karen Mains, Elizabeth Eliot, and sometimes Chuck Swindoll- all day long.

In the evenings dh and I would play games and talk about what I'd heard on the
radio. I never realized what a growing time that was for us, what a foundation
God was building.

Sometimes when we have the least, we really have the most. Sometimes what we think of as an empty space in our lives, a transitional point, is a growing time. I thought we were sort of in the elevator between two spaces in our lives, going from where we had been to the next stage in our lives.

In fact, it wasn't an elevator at all. It was a ground floor.