… Chapter Two

Sunday we were to pack up to go home. We had planned to go to church in the morning with the rest of the family that was still around. It looked like we would have to either skip or leave early to pack our things and check out of the hotel. We came up with an alternate plan. We would sit through Sacrament meeting, drop the kids off at their classes and go back to quickly pack up and return for the 3rd hour.

When we returned to church, the lesson was on obedience. I recall hearing about Abraham and the commandment he received to take his only son to offer as a sacrifice. In teaching about Abraham’s obedience it was pointed out that he did not question but followed with blind faith. Of course an angel stopped him from sacrificing his only son, but not until after he had proven his faith.

There were other discussions that talked about the times when we need to have blind faith from time to time when we don’t know how something will work out but we obey a commandment anyway. I think there is a distinct difference between blind faith and just walking blindly. There was something special about the lessons taught that day at church in Oregon that carried through the remainder of the day.

After church and lunch at my uncle’s, we headed back home with a stop at my mom’s house. I was able to ask my aunt again about what options we had to consider if we were to attempt to purchase the property. I left with my family, thinking that we would contact an attorney to get an idea for what the requirements would be to purchase as a group. On the road, I called an attorney that we knew to ask about our options. Before finishing the call, my wife got the impression that the discussion was unnecessary because we were supposed to buy the property and move there.

Huh? How was that supposed to work? It started to feel right and that was terrifying. The lesson on obedience and blind faith came to mind. If it were the right thing to do, it would certainly require faith and a lot of hard work.

We had a two hour drive to try and talk some sense into eachother. As the drive continued, the impressions we were getting now seemed unmistakeable. I called our old bishop who had married us 4 years ago to ask for a blessing. For those unfamiliar with asking for blessings, a person with the authority of the Priesthood can place their hands on another’s head who is sick or otherwise in need of counsel, comfort, or healing. We wanted to seek additional inspiration and confirmation before pursuing anything so life changing. Because it was getting late, that blessing would take place the following morning…

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