What Living Full Time in an RV Taught Me About Minimalism and Contentment

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A few years back it seemed like minimalism was the topic du jour. In a world weary of being owned by their possessions and searching out the simple life, the philosophy of less is more was a welcome antidote. The tiny house movement dovetailed nicely with this budding mindset and the reality shows quickly spread the ideology of a simpler way of life. I had no idea that I would eventually end up an accidental minimalist myself, living full time in an RV with my wife and dog.

At the time I thought the tiny house thing was interesting, and part of me empathized with the idea of minimalism, but I never gave any serious thought to making the plunge into simple living. As far as I was concerned, if anything, we were living too simply already, thank you very much.

Kim and I had only been married for a couple years and the only home we had ever known together was a tiny apartment in our hometown in Southeast Michigan. Before we were able to even begin thinking about owning a house seminary called. So we made the move out to Southern California, where the living is easy and the rent is soul-crushing.

After a year donating a substantial portion of our meager income to an apartment complex, Kim and I met a couple at church who had four kids and were living in an RV park. After having lunch with them at their home one Sunday after church, the wheels of our minds started turning, “Could we live like that?”

RV at Crater Lake
In one of my dumber life choices, I decided to drive the motorhome to the top of Crater Lake in the snow. It’s a miracle we made it back alive.

It wasn’t like we were hard-up for cash. We could continue to make the apartment work if we needed to. But that image of downsizing and saving some dough lodged itself in our brains. Unbeknownst to the other, each of us began thinking about the possibility of RVing privately. It was several weeks after visiting our friends before we ever even talked about it. It was Kim who brought it up again out of the blue one day.

“What’s the point of all these halls?”

“What?” I said, lifting my head from the couch armrest to look at my insane wife. She was standing behind the couch with her arms stretched out.

“The halls. Why do we have so much empty space in this apartment?”

Turns out she was talking about RV living. She had reasoned that living full time in an RV was basically the same as living in an apartment if we just eliminated all of the empty space. And, she told me, she actually liked the idea of being able to reach everything in the home without getting up. I let her know I had been thinking that way too, not about the halls, but about RVing. So, we begin our research in earnest.

Several months of research and a lot of spreadsheets later we realized that even if we purchased and stayed in an old RV for only the 2 remaining years of my M.Div., the amount we saved in rent would far exceed the upfront costs. Plus, we reasoned, an RV opens the door for travel while we’re living on the West Coast.

So, we took the plunge, bought an old Winnebago, and moved into a pay-by-month campground about 10 minutes from our old apartment. And travel we did! Yosemite, Zion, The Grand Canyon, the Oregon Coast, you name it and we’ve taken the RV there. It’s been a blast and one of the best decisions we’ve ever made. We are still living full time in an RV and I would do it again 100 times over. But it hasn’t been easy. The reality of living small is not as rosy as it seems in prospect.

Before and after RV remodel
The interior was in pretty rough shape when we got it. But Kim had a vision.

One thing we didn’t account for was just how selective we would need to be with what we brought. Thus, it was by my miserliness and Kim’s dream of a world without hallways that we stumbled rather accidentally into minimalism. But the Lord has taught me a lot through the experience of living with less. He’s taught me about contentment, my sinful heart, and the realities of disappointment.

Living Full Time in an RV Showed Me That “Need” is a Strong Word

One of the things you have to deal with when downsizing is a redefinition of the word “need.” When all of your possessions are spread out on the living room floor and you have to keep revisiting the “keep” pile to make it smaller, you discover that your evaluation of what is necessary is relative.

At first, it felt like a massive sacrifice. How were we going to get rid of all of this stuff and still live? We sold or gave away about 80-90% of our stuff. But after the initial shock, we were surprised again to find that even with the things we did bring on the RV, we still had an insane amount of conveniences. Not only do RV’s already come equipped with conveniences that would have been outrageous to most people 100 years ago (fridge, toilet, shower, A/C, Television), but we had enough room to bring excesses like a KitchenAid mixer and bread maker too! We aren’t exactly living in squalor.

Obviously, there are conveniences we missed while living full time in an RV. We would love to have a washer-dryer, a desk, or some more counter space, but the point is we realized that even though we dwelt in a breadbox, we were living in comfort and convenience. We had far more than we really needed.

Woman driving RV

A verse that has come to mind a lot since we began our adventure is 1 Timothy 6:8. “But if we have food and clothing, with these we will be content.” People all over the world make do in much worse living conditions. What are the things I demand as necessities that are really just expressions of my discontentment? What do I really need?

The answer should be that I am content with whatever the Lord gives me because my satisfaction is in belonging to Jesus Christ. “Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for he has said, ‘I will never leave you nor forsake you’” (Hebrews 13:5). It’s hard to remember that sometimes. I’m just thankful that the Lord has used this living situation to reveal that my definition of “need” still needs a lot of work. I’m trying to be more thankful for all the conveniences, but to keep them in that category of nice-to-have, not need-to-have.

Having Less Doesn’t Always Mean Wanting Less

Love of money is a common temptation, especially in America. With all the commercials telling us what we need, social media screaming how much better everyone else’s life is, and neighbor’s newest toys, it’s hard to keep the thought out of our head: What life would be like if I had a bit more money? Maybe if we could just walk away from all of that, we wouldn’t feel the pull of greed and envy.

But what I’ve learned is that intentional deprivation does not cure a covetous heart. It’s funny when we lived in an apartment, we would look online at bigger and nicer apartments. But when we were living full time in an RV, we would browse ads for bigger and nicer RVs. And I have no reason to believe that if we lived in a mansion, we wouldn’t be jealously researching larger mansions, too. Changing living situations didn’t somehow abolish the greed in my heart.

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This shouldn’t have been surprising. Asceticism is not the means to shrinking covetousness (not that living like opulent motor-gypsies really qualifies as asceticism). Paul says in Colossians that “self-made religion and asceticism and severity to the body,” are of “no value in stopping the indulgence of the flesh” (Col 2:23). Legalistic self-flagellation has the appearance of religion, but it’s only the enchantment of a greater affection that makes a man deny himself, take up his cross, and follow Jesus. Our hearts will continue to hunt out idols for temporary joys, only to be disappointed and return to the hunt for more.

“More, more, more.” It’s the anthem of the covetous heart swimming down the stream of diminishing returns. The only way to slake that thirst for fulfillment is to fly straight to fount of all blessings Himself, the One for whom our hearts were made. Jesus Christ is the One who satisfies, not a deeper bank account, a nicer car, or a bigger yard, just Him.

The Severity of Simplicity

Once we were all in on this living little thing, I thought I would eventually experience a Zen moment. You know that rapture aspiring minimalists feel when they look at clean desks or photographs with a lot of white in them, that feeling of being finally free from earthly possessions, at peace. Then I remembered I was a Christian not a Buddhist and the problem wasn’t that stuff it was this sinner. And unfortunately, my sinful heart was on the keep list and we brought it with us to the RV.

I think people romanticize the simple life. You see the person Instagram living on a farm and think, “Ah the easy life!”

Here’s a fun dare, go find a farmer and ask him about how easy his life is.

It’s natural when looking from afar to think simplicity = serenity. Don’t get me wrong, I think having a world that is less cluttered and hurried leads to a mind that is more focused. But foregoing certain conveniences for “the simple life” often comes with more problems than us city-folk might anticipate. I learned that the hard way.

First, RVs are garbage. I mean, who is overseeing quality controls on these things? Something is always broken, and there is real potential for truly nasty fix-it jobs since there’s a straight-up portapotty in your bedroom. When you drive it anywhere something always breaks. In fact, one time I had our motorhome in for repairs and the mechanic turns to me and says with a smile, “Hey, you know what RV stands for, right?” Stepping into the trap I replied, “No, what?”

“Ruined vacation.”


Living in an RV full time has its challenges. Here's our RV being towed.
The day we went to take our first big trip I found out the fuel pump had died.

But that’s life. Stuff breaks down. That’s just how the entropy crumbles in a fallen world. Reality is much more severe than the romanticized simple life. And it goes to show that the grass-is-always-greener mentality which the world feeds us is simply not true. The photos beautiful people posing in the mountains, coffee mug in hand, surrounded by grand vistas and morning fog, look enticing. But if you were there with them at the moment the photo was taken, you would realize that they are freezing cold or being eaten alive by bugs and their legs feel like jello from the 12-mile hike it took to get to that serene location. There’s a severity to simplicity.

If you are constantly searching for the simple life, the perfect place to live, or the next life hack that’s finally going to make everything click for you, it’s not out there. You won’t immediately become happier if you just have less stuff. Downsizing won’t fix you because minimalism isn’t your savior. Don’t go searching for an earthly El Dorado, learn to be content regardless of the situation (Phil 4:11).

So, take it from this accidental minimalist, give thanks for wherever God has you. Living simple is great, but it’s not a cure-all. The sin comes with the sinner. There really is no perfect life this side of heaven, so lower your definition of need, curb your covetousness, and embrace the grit. And keep those eyes firmly fixed on Jesus, the founder and finisher of your faith. In Him is your satisfaction and your reward, “an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you” (1 Peter 1:4).

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  • Really appreciate your perspective. I am one who has definitely romanticized aspects of minimalism. Thanks for sharing!

  • Reagan, I needed this today! I trust that this blog post was no coincidence on my Facebook timeline. I am currently reading a book called “The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment” and this was definitely and confirmation for me in being content. It is a great mystery as the author says, but its worth it.

    • Thank you for sharing that, Monique! I’m so glad to hear what the Lord is doing in your life. Contentment is a real battle and a great gift. The Rare Jewel is actually one of my favorite books and so convicting!

  • Thanks for the post. It pointed me to Christ and was hilarious as well. The Lord has seen it good to force me to move 6 times in the last 9 years; I’m always tempted to get rid of 90% of my possessions and live in a tiny home/RV. Maybe someday I’ll make it down to TMS and do what you did :P.

    • Thanks for sharing your perspective and insight. You are very wise for a young man, that comes from a 62 year old woman who has been a Christian Fowler of Jesus for 51 years, a social worker for 38 years and an aspiring minimalist for maybe 3 years. My husband and I plan to continue to reduce and “simplify” for the next few years aiming for renting our 1/3 to 2/3 of our home (of 27 years) and traveling in our 1883 motor home for 1/3 to 2/3 of the year. In researching this kind of thing your blog is the most inspirational, best match for my motivation I have found. I look forward to reading more. Thanks so much I feel I was led to find you>

  • Stumbled across this when researching moving into an RV (coming soon to my life!)

    Appreciate your focus on God!


    • Thanks for the comment, Mary. You’re going to love living in an RV. Blessings to you on your new adventure!

  • I’m so glad I came across this today. I’ve lived all over the world, bought and sold several houses, and am currently under contract to build right now. I’ve had career changes, and have even gone back to school and obtained a master’s degree. How blessed am I. I still struggle to this day feeling 1) like I’m where I’m supposed to be and 2) Content wherever I’m at.

    I cannot tell you how reading this hit home. The countless prayers that I’ve prayed asking for help to feel content. I will definitely continue to read your stuff. Thank you for writing what I needed to hear today. God bless.

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