This is a personal column I wrote shortly after moving back to Scottsbluff in January of 2022. I recently found it in my files. It’s a reminder of a time in my life when I learned how to better rely on God for all of my needs.
One of the most beautiful things to witness in this life is watching God work amongst our mistakes and failures, somehow bringing about His good and positive purpose.
Around two and a half years ago I experienced the biggest failure of my life–my marriage exploded. My now ex-husband had been keeping a life altering secret from me and it blew up in both of our faces. As the police took him away, I watched the life I had been building come crashing down around me.
I started having panic attacks. I no longer trusted my own judgment or intuition. After all, if I could overlook something so big in someone so close to me, how could I really think I knew anything about anyone? I began fearing that every new person I met may have terrible, dangerous secrets.
I had been working three jobs but I could no longer keep up with the world around me. I had no idea what to do with my life anymore, or if I even wanted to try doing anything. I had once been known as easygoing and hard to shake but now I felt like I was made of sharp edges—every little set back or criticism smashed against my new automatic instinct to “bite-back”. All I knew was I needed to start fresh somewhere new where I could have the time to relax and process everything.
So, on May 10th, 2020, I moved into an RV with my mom and my two giant dogs, and we left.
I didn’t realize it then, but God wasn’t taking me to a new life, He was simply giving me time away in order to heal and to strengthen my relationship with Him before I came back.
We lived in the RV for about two years. My mom took jobs as a traveling nurse and I worked as a freelance writer. I got to write a bunch of podcast episodes about fairy tales for a show called “Tales'' on Spotify. And I was able to continue writing blogs for Hope Radio’s website, kcmifm.com.
We saw some amazing things like the beaches of South Padre Island in Texas; the lush greenery surrounding the back country roads of the Smoky Mountains in Tennessee; and Lookout Mountain (where we could see seven states from one spot) in Georgia. We also had once in a lifetime experiences like attending a concert at the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville; walking through the Van Gogh Experience Exhibit in Milwaukee; and taking a trip to Disney World in Orlando with my friend and her four kids.
But the best thing about this part of our lives was we were free to be sent wherever God wanted us to go, whenever He wanted us to go. This meant we had to live by faith every step of the way. We waited for Him to open and close doors to direct our paths. He made it clear He was by our side the entire time.























We started out in San Antonio, Texas, because my sister was having her first baby, my niece, Nicole. We stuck around in Brownsville, Texas, to be close to them for the first six months of Nicole’s life. Then a quick trip to Chicago allowed us to attend the funeral of my uncle, Jeremy, and give support to his wife and kids. Next, we made our way to Knoxville, Tennessee, just in time to hold my step-grandfather’s hand as he passed away, and to keep my grandmother company for a few months afterwards. A bit of time was spent back here in Scottsbluff, when my uncle, Mark, passed away. I was also able to return to Scottsbluff two other times to be a bridesmaid in a couple different weddings. We had one family Christmas at South Padre Island and another in Washington DC. And finally, we went further north to Whitewater, Wisconsin to help a friend and her kids as her marriage went through a rough spot.
Now, my sister is preparing to give birth to her second child and this marks the end of our RV journeys. My mom will be moving in with my sister and brother-in-law to help with their kids, and I have decided to settle back in to life in Western Nebraska.
Sometimes when people go through major trauma they let it negatively affect the rest of their lives. I didn’t want that to be my story. I knew I needed to find a way to learn from my experience so I could heal and grow as a person.
Romans 8:28 (NIV) says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
With God’s help there is always a way to glean some good from the negative. I used my free time on this journey to pray for God’s guidance and wisdom. I analyzed and worked through my emotions. I listened to sermons, I studied the Bible, and I did book studies over video chat with my friends from home: Myndi Doremus, Emily Hernandez, and Emily Havens. Little by little, God healed my wounds.
My time in the RV was a time of healing granted and guided by God and it was invaluable.
This series of blog posts titled, “Holding on to Reason”, is named after Amanda’s favorite C.S. Lewis quote: “Faith is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.”