Tuesday, August 18, 2015
I got home from Girls Camp and Jake told me he's been looking at houses again (he's always looking so I didn't really pay attention to it.) Then a few days later he seriously looked at me and said, "I think we need to buy a house. And I think we need to be seriously looking in Spanish Fork. I find myself only looking there." I didn't want to change paths yet-- I loved our neighborhood, my friends, the ward, my YW (especially my YW) and everything we had in American Fork. I could see myself there for a few more years. Jake suggested I pray about it. So I did. And as clear as day I got this answer that we needed to be in Spanish Fork and soon. I cried. I didn't want to move down there. And I wasn't ready to say goodbye to people yet. So I went on Trek and I kinda tested my answer to see if we really should move and when. Silly me. Those 3 days were filled with reminders for the answer I already got. By the end of it I was like, okay okay I'll go where You want me to go.
We got a realtor and drove down to Spanish Fork the following week. I also had a feeling what area we should look at, which was more of a newer area so we had to look at builders. We met with two and we were not feeling it. It was a rather disappointing. Then we drove down the hill and on the side there was a sign from FlagShip homes advertising a new community so we pulled over. Only the model home was built with a few spec houses. We walked through them and fell in love with their standard features and style. Totally me. We stood on our soon-to-be lot and felt so good. It felt like home. And hi, the view kinda sealed the deal. It was now all official. They told us we would most likely move in at the end of October or early November.
A few days later, we sat crunching numbers and trying to figure out how we can afford "the extra costs" of building. Jake said, "Something just needs to fall in our lap because we are doing all we can." My mom called and offered their basement to us to help us save some money. Truly an answer to prayers. We hurried and called our Landlord and gave our 30 days notice and started things in motion. But, that meant moving out 3 months sooner than we planned. My time just got cut way short and I freaked out. Well and I cried actually. I told my sweet Laurels the following day (Sunday) and Bishop. I had this huge activity planned, the Book of Mormon Read-a-Thon, with the YM and YW so I thought, here is my final act of service for them and my goodbye. I packed and cleaned, packed and cleaned, as quickly as I could. Just 20 days later we were moved out with most of our stuff in storage, and the rest with us in the basement like nomads we are. It all happened so fast! And it broke my heart. Each box that I packed, I cried. Each Sunday I heard my YW stand and recite the Theme, I cried. Each neighbor that reached out to help, I cried. When I got released, I cried. When I walked through our empty home one last time, I bawled.
I know we are supposed to be in Spanish Fork. And I know it's right because it all happened so quickly, but it is still hard. I don't know the reasons yet, but we'll just follow because I've learned in the past, when we let Heavenly Father take the lead, it always works out better than I could have figured out on my own. And, hopefully soon I'll feel like I belong in Relief Society again!
Here's to a new adventure.
Monday, June 29, 2015
^^^ Oakley turned 16 while we were up there. Perfect way to celebrate! ^^^
Monday, June 22, 2015
Here we are at 6 AM, loading the bus to catch a ride to Wyoming and then the trail!
We picked a Pioneer ancestor to walk for during the week and wrote them on leather wristbands. I walked for Abigail Harriet Snow who was Lorenzo Snow's daughter. Jake walked for Peter Howard McBride who was part of the Martin-Willy Handcart Company. He was one of the men who helped carry people across the frozen river and actually passed away that night from exposure. Jake got to share Peter's story when we came to our own river that we needed to cross. Those kind of things hit home. I loved having Abigail's name right on my wrist. Each time I looked down, I would think of her and her strength and faith.
We started at a place called Brigham's Arrow. Brigham Young laid out these stones in a shape of an arrow to show the saints coming across which trail to follow. So we were on the real trail that the Pioneers crossed. We saw graves, a Pony Express stop, and signatures on rocks. Made this experience that much more real.
^^^ Line dancing! ^^^
It amazed me the energy the youth had after a full day of walking.
At lunch one day, they passed out the bread that the pioneers would make with their 1/3 cup of flour, a little honey, and yeast that they had. This would be their meal for the day. When flour sprouts, it becomes a complete protein so this in fact would give them the nutrition they would need to carry on. I see this as a small miracle that the Lord provided. He knew they did not have much, but what they did have was enough protein to get through the day.
Of course, it was great to have Jake on Trek on with me. And he was Mr. Scout--ready with the coolest stuff. He had this spider bungee cord that held everything in on the handcart. Nothing came out of that thing. He also (for Father's Day) had portable solar panels to charge our phones at night (you know, for emergencies). He was seriously the perfect partner for this Trek. Future Scout Master? I think so.
^^^ the solar panels. So high tech. ^^^