I miss my wood stove so much, and the life that went with it, when my husband’s Parkinson’s progress to the point where we had to leave our wonderful retirement cottage in the woods.
We had two well, one on a hand-pump in case the electricity went off, a good stock of preps, our own garden, etc.
I am now in what they call “senior living”, and feel totally dependent on “the system”. My adult children roll their eyes and sigh when I suggest that they are not prepared.
Makes me so sad.
So, I look for straws to cling to - thanks for sharing yours!
All you can do is whatever is within your power, each person is different and in a different situation.
Man proposes, God disposes. Or a translation of a Bengali saying - Whoever God wants to kill, no one can save. Whoever God wants to save, no one can kill.
And if a person has a sincere desire to good - to somehow please God with my life, then He will give all kinds of opportunities. Great or small, doesn’t matter to Him. Who knows what adventures lie ahead for even the smallest and weakest, if our will is rightly directed, that’s all that matters. Maybe you can find some like minded people even in your place of residence. You never know...