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Obedience to The God Who Moves Mountains Part 1

While driving, I received into my spirit an unexpected word: Get an Airbnb. Frankly, I began to discern this immediately, because I don’t like dealing with Airbnb. So, I knew this was not my thought. I arrived at Lowe’s hoping they’d carry a larger refillable propane tank, with no luck, and their 16oz tanks were much more costly than at Walmart, so headed across the street. I heard it again: Get an Airbnb. I pulled out my mobile and pulled up the weather. Rain was moving in Thursday afternoon, then the temps were dropping again. So, I took this message I kept hearing as the answer to what I was supposed to do. At least for the rest of that week, I was going to (hopefully) find a cheap Airbnb nearby.

The Cold, the Mishaps, and the Critters

There was a disturbance surrounding the campsite. I sensed it immediately, as did my dog.  I didn’t want to call it out, but in the end, it reared its ugly head. The truth I came to understand: I was not meant to have company on this journey. The friend I mentioned who was supposed to camp across Appalachia with me, arrived very under the weather and could only withstand a couple of nights of discomfort, so they left. Afterward, things were peaceful, however, not without my coming up against some crazy stuff! You have no idea how grateful I was to survive the cold, the mishaps, and the critter visit that occurred all in one single day!