On July 27, 2019, my step-father and I began digging and prepping the first piece of land that we would park the tiny house on and live in it, in Huntsville, AL.  I could never have imagined that 777 days later, my tiny house would arrive 8,000 miles away in the belly of a cargo ship, to spend its first official day in Auckland, NZ on September 11, 2021.

Remarkably, that was the date I had recorded on May 9th, 2021, believing it was the date He gave me as to when Lisa and I would finally be together and married. Once again, I misinterpreted the sign or guidance, naturally hoping it was about our marriage, but it becomes a small vindication when the Lord conducts times so that the Tiny House, not me, first arrives in New Zealand. Amazing!