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…
As mentioned in my previous post, I am beginning to write down some of my experiences of the past few weeks that have really taken me by surprise. The primary purpose is to give me a place to reflect on how the most unexpected changes in my family’s life have begun to unfold. This first post just explains the background of our journey. The posts will all be in my new category: The Big Move
The recent rollercoaster began with our recent trip to my family reunion in Oregon. Months ago, my wife made it clear that she was not interested in attending a family reunion where we would have to drive 3 children several hours to a place I would see family members I never speak to much anyway and where I would likely get caught up interacting with people she doesn’t know while she tries to keep up with the kids by herself. I understood where she was coming from and it wasn’t so important to me that I would really try to convince her to go. It surprised me when out of the blue one day, she told me to get a hotel reservation and to RSVP for the reunion. Since the reunion was on my birthday, she wanted to give me the opportunity to go.
It’s never really easy to take an infant, a toddler, and a 7 year old on a road trip. In May, we had a tough enough time as we took a weekend to travel to Portland. After the May road trip, my wife vowed to never go to Portland again and to never take another road trip with the kids again. This time we planned it differently. On the last trip, we left at 3pm and got stuck several times in rush hour traffic between Seattle and Olympia. The kids also got long naps making it impossible to get them to sleep at the hotel before 11 pm. This time, we left after 7 pm so if the kids fell asleep after an hour or two, it was bedtime anyway so it would be easier to get them to sleep. Traffic is also much easier after 7. The drive was mostly pleasant. As we approached Portland, we were treated to a beautiful lightning display. This lasted for several miles.
Friday, July 13th was our first full day in Oregon. We started our day by heading to Lincoln City from our hotel in Keizer. We found a great place to let the kids play on the beach.
After some time at the beach, we went to my uncle’s house to have dinner and visit with family members in his backyard. During the visit, one of my aunts mentioned the farm that my mom’s uncle lived on for many years in upstate New York. After he passed away in 2004, it became necessary for his wife to move out. Now there is an interested buyer in the house and a portion of the 75 acres. The remaining land would be split up and sold. There are members of the family that wanted to find a way to pool resources to purchase the property so it doesn’t leave the family. I knew I couldn’t exactly put a whole lot of money or effort into it but I wanted in on whatever idea someone came up with.
The next day was my birthday. We spent much of the day at the state park where the family reunion was held. I had a couple conversations about the property but the prospects weren’t very good. There were just the beginnings of ideas without any plan of what steps we would take. After leaving the park, we spent the rest of the evening relaxing and ended up at a Mexican restaurant for dinner with my cousin and his family. It was the best Mexican food I had ever tasted.
The next day things would start getting really interesting. I was approaching one of the biggest pivotal moments of my life without even realizing it…
A couple months ago, I was sitting on the cookie dough downstairs with my daughters. Cookie dough is the name they gave our love sac because it is roughly the same color and shape of the cookie dough that we bake on a regular basis. Anyhoo, I was sitting on the cookie dough and my oldest daughter grabbed her pillow and hit me on the head. I fell over onto the cookie dough and when I lifted my head back up I was welcomed back by the pillow. So I asked, “What is this, a game of whack a daddy?” That was the day I unintentionally invented my girls’ favorite game. Anytime I go downstairs they ask me if we can play whack a daddy. What have I created?
My 3 year old daughter, Katie, asked a couple weeks ago if we could play Whack A Katie. I fell over I was laughing so hard. At least now I’m able to play games of whack a Katie in between the games of whack a daddy. Tonight she didn’t want to go to sleep until after another rigorous round of Katie-whacking. I think she fell asleep pretty quick. Maybe I should whack all my kids at night before putting them to bed.
My 6 month old son has successfully rolled over and can kinda scoot backward clumsily on the floor. Only with a laptop on the floor has he found the motivation to attempt to crawl forward. The video tells the story.
Is he destined to be a programmer? Maybe so. He was so excited to reach the laptop the first time, he licked the mousepad. Now that’s passion.
