I guess I'd better practice blogging more frequently since I'll be leaving on the big tour in a little over a week... I'll start this evening by telling you that I'm a little sick to my stomach over just listing my car for sale on craigslist. I should preface this by telling you that I've really been praying God will use this whole tour thing to strengthen my faith.

I've had faith through finding the right RV -- even though at times it seems like I'll be driving off in a pile of rusted bolts strapped together with duct tape. I've had faith through finding a renter -- even though they called a week later to say the cable guy found water in the crawlspace under the house. I've even had faith as I watched my bank account slide toward the inevitable.

As I list my car for sale tonight I wonder at this new and astounding lack of faith I'm showing. This has always been the plan -- sell the car to pay off the last of my debts, pay for the vinyl advertising on the RV and have a little ready cash for the next year. This is a smart plan, a good plan -- one that I've thought through a thousand different times.

But tonight I realize that selling my car is waving farewell to the last of my independence. From now on I will be tied to this bucket of bolts RV that has had so many surprises so far that I'm almost afraid to go out there at night. And my little scooter... Can't forget that. I can toot around to the grocery store on the scooter if I don't feel like driving Big Bertha. And no, that's not her name, but I haven't settled on one as of yet.

So you see, once the car is gone I have no more semi-liquid assets to rely on. If God doesn't provide for me I'll be reading the classifieds as I limp home in Bertha (now I'm getting attached to that name). So much for all that faith I've been growing.