Different Kind Of Place     04/23/22

Maumelle COE, Little Rock, Arkansas

So they went up to Joseph’s steward and spoke to him at the entrance to the house.  “Please, sir…we came down here the first time to buy food.  But at the place where we stopped for the night we opened our sacks and each of us found his silver – the exact weight – in the mouth of his sack.  So we have brought it back with us.  We have also brought additional silver with us to buy food.  We don’t know who put our silver in our sacks.”  “It’s all right,” he said.  “Don’t be afraid.  Your God, the God of your father, has given you treasure in your sacks; I received your silver.”  Then he brought Simeon out to them.  The steward took the men into Joseph’s house, gave them water to wash their feet and provided fodder for their donkeys.  They prepared their gifts for Joseph’s arrival at noon, because they had heard that they were to eat there. ~ Genesis 43:19-25     To be honest, I had trouble finding something here to talk about.  The first thing that stood out to me was the steward.  I don’t think he knew these were Joseph’s brothers.  Depending on how long he’d been in the service of the Egyptians, he may not have even known Joseph’s backstory.  Certainly he had questions about the attention Joseph was giving these Hebrew men, but I’m fairly certain he didn’t ask, because it wasn’t his place to know.  And what – and how – did he know of their God?  Is it because of his observations of Joseph?  And now, the Holy Spirit has brought to mind – – how much we should be like the steward in our relationship with God our Father.  Trusting Him, and doing as He asks of us.

Mikeitz |

It’s moving day! 

Look at the spectacular sunrise we woke up to, to begin our day!

Blaine went out on his own this morning and came across this unusual portion of the campground.

Unfortunately, it was also pretty windy today, and we ran into a whole slew of large bugs along our 2-hour-45-minute, 147-mile drive.  Made for poor pictures, but probably for the best, because I just didn’t take as many.  😊

Fortunately, other than that, it was an uneventful drive today.  Yippee!!

Look what I found resting comfortably on top of one of our basement doors! He wasn’t a bit interested in leaving, even when I practically pressed my phone up to his face! I grabbed gloves and tried to relocate him gently, but he had other ideas and hit the ground a couple of times before he landed in the deep clover beside our parking space.
Away we go!
We’re anxiously headed into the area of the road around the campground
that’s always hours backed up a LOT due to construction.
Our lucky day! There was very little backup for us!
This is the same construction site.
It covers quite a large area.
That monstrosity is a Presbyterian Church!
See the wind whipping that flag?
This didn’t even look like a road.
For a moment, we weren’t sure we were in the right place.
Well, there’s our turn!
A small portion of our drive was more like a Jeepin’ road. : )
That’s the office. Just in case you didn’t see the sign. : )

Tom Sawyers RV Park, Memphis, Tennessee

The view pulling into our campsite.

We’re here at this different and private campground.  Different?  Because first of all, you have to check before you come to make sure the campground isn’t under water.  That’s because it’s right on the banks of the Mississippi!  We were good to go.  Whew!

And they don’t welcome you like most every other campground does.  They hang white cards on the side of the office building – while the owners sit inside.

And the owners are India Indians.  I don’t think we’ve ever even seen any Indians camping.  We’ve seen them on a few trails or attractions over the years, but never in a campground.

And they have a fondness for treehouses.  We saw several, but they’re not usable.  Just treehouses up in the air where no one can get to them.  Maybe the steps were washed away during their flood in 2011 and never replaced?

And they provide free, yes you heard right, free laundry!

Anyway, it’s a nice park with all the necessities.

Barges steam back and forth on the Mississippi River all day (and night) long.
They’re more quiet than you’d think. Most of the time.

By the way, we’re not really in Memphis like I thought and the blog says.  We’re still in Arkansas.  West Memphis, Arkansas to be exact.  But we can see Memphis, Tennessee across the river, and it’s only about a 10-15 minute drive away. I’ll change the rest of the posts. : )

We received pictures of our youngest grandchild, Matthew today.  Seems he’s entered the “everything gets tested in the mouth” stage.  LOL

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