The Other Foot Has Dropped . . . .

April marked the fifth anniversary of when Jon left he full time employment and we stepped off into a dark void. We knew we should do it, had no idea how we would keep body and soul together, just that we really shouldn't ignore the promptings he was getting because we needed to do it now.

About two months later, Jon got news through the grapevine and we knew why we needed to make the move. He also had part-time work lined up, working with someone who was happy to have him on board.

His position, wages and everything else have been iffy for some time now, but now we know what to expect. In a way it is a relief and I have had a peaceful feeling coming over me that we will be led and it will be alright. I do feel like we will have to tighten our belts some more, but since I have been gradually tightening, we will manage. I am so thankful for the gospel and the knowledge that a loving Heavenly Father is aware of us, our needs and that we can call on His loving guidance through prayer.

How do those with out this understanding do it? I'm not sure I want to know. Perhaps that is why some get so nasty, they must think that is the only way to make "good" in life. A sad way to live.

So for now, my goal is to stay calm, be reasonable (stop laughing . . . NOW! . . . please?), be a good support for Jon, listen, listen, listen and probably spend a lot of time cruising around the Internet looking for something to keep my sweet Jon busy, out of trouble and . . . whatever ?!?!?!