I don't remember the exact turn of events, but we found out that we could get a two bedroom for not too much, and so Jen moved back in with us. We put what furniture we salvaged in storage., and at some point, we worked out a plan so that Jen wouldn't have to pay rent if she would keep up with the housework. The Motel provided maid service, but none of us were ever around when the maid was, and none of us really wanted anyone in there when we weren't home, so....so much for maid service.
It's an old place. I think it used to be called The Manor apartments. The plumbing wasn't great. A couple times a month, we would be called and asked not to use water because our water was overflowing in the room downstairs. The furniture had been used about a hundred times before. And the walls were definitely too thin. But it was a resting place. And once again, i began to realize how the fire had freed us from things that were holding us back. And God did a lot of healing, renewing, and reviving there.
I'm not sure if i realized it before, but the Lodge Motel was a place of comfort for me.
I didn't have to mow the lawn. I didn't have to sign a lease. If i didn't want to, i didn't even have to clean.
But the best thing i remember about that place is the wind. My whole life, i've loved the wind..and the sound of chimes singing in the wind. And in our time of seeming homelessness, God gave me this furnished apartment with a patio porch that happened to be in exactly the right place in the complex. It seemed like the wind was always blowing there. My chimes almost never stopped singing. And if there was a real wind around, all the chimes would sound together so loud and beautiful that i would jump for joy and run to the porch to listen up close and feel the wind in my face. When we left there, even though i knew it was a good thing to be moving on, i hated to leave my porch. It was the best porch i've ever had....but the one on my mansion in Heaven is even better!