I am sure, two months ago, people thought we were mad. We agreed to move out of our cozy, subsidized condo and then move into Chase and Carolyn's house, which was for sale. Yes, we were going to be paying more rent. Yes, it could sell at any minute. Yes, it seemed crazy to uproot our lives less than a week after we agreed to it.
**But it felt like we were doing the right thing.**
Two weeks later, when Carolyn showed the house to a couple twice in one week, I got nervous.
A week after that, when they looked at it again, I got queasy and started missing said cozy, subsidized condo.
A total of four weeks after we moved in to that little house, another couple decided they wanted to buy it.
To quote Charlie Brown, "Argh!"
But my wonderful mom agreed to let us move into their cozy, free house while we figured out what we were going to do. We like it here, we enjoy having a full kitchen, and we've lost weight from not eating out so much. And I'm not sure why, but we never even considered looking for an apartment, we just decided that shackin' up with the 'rents was the best option.
**Not sure why, but we felt like we were doing the right thing.**
I love, love, LOVE being back in my old ward. I forgot how warm and kind the people are. I forgot how much I loved the sisters. And they were so welcoming to my sweet husband. After being in our last ward for only 4 weeks, we really wanted to stay in this ward for a while. We accepted a calling last Sunday to be Primary teachers... we teach the little 5 year olds. (After being in nursery for seven months, we'll take anything :)!!)
This last Sunday, we found out that a sweet lady, who is a neighbor of my mom's, was looking for renters to live in her basement apartment. Her very NICE basement apartment, that was originally meant for her parents, who found Utah winters unbearable.
She wanted a young married couple.
She was asking for a very generously low monthly rent.
And she was ready for us to move in as soon as we're ready.
**We know we're doing the right thing.**
I'm not one to really share my warm fuzzy feelings on this blog, but all of the events that happened in the last 24 hours have been overwhelming. My husband's favorite quote is "Faith is stepping out into the dark and knowing one of two things will happen... You will step on a stone, or you will learn how to fly"
We weren't sure where we were going to end up, or why exactly we were doing things that didn't make sense, but I know that the Lord was always looking out for us, and always had our needs in mind. It may seem like a little thing, but it's these small tender mercies that make me feel so grateful for this gospel.
So we'll be moving into that apartment the week after Christmas, and we are NOT planning on moving again until we're headed to law school in Summer '11 [knock on wood]!!
