We decided years ago, after a lot of research that Jefferson County public middle school was no place for Kinsey.  The atmosphere and education offered here do not meet the desired goals of our family.  We exhausted our resources in searching out options for her education.  The conclusion…Oldham County KY or Floyd County IN Public Schools.  Oldham County ranks #1 in education in the state of Kentucky.  And Floyd County IN (just over the river) shares the same distinction for Indiana.  But where to go?  We searched it out in our hearts and minds visited both areas and we were both given the same impression.  Oldham County (specifically Crestwood) was the place our Father in Heaven wanted us to go. 

The road to Crestwood has been bumpy.  And more than once I wanted to give up.  But then something happened to change that resolve.  I was asked to sub for the Relief Society teacher this past Sunday.  This is something I do rather often.  The Lesson was on obedience (Chapter 13 for those with a manual).  While giving the lesson I was impressed to share two stories.  One of which I had already determined would be an uplifting addition to the lesson.  But it was the other that inspired my change of heart.

Many years ago, when our family was still young and very poor.  We were driving along in the car on our way to visit my parents in Georgetown.  About half way there, Todd turns to me and says out of the blue, “Honey, I think we need to move to Utah and I need to go to BYU.” Shocked at this statement (especially coming from Todd), I just stared speechless out the window for several minutes.  “What brought this on?” I finally asked.  The answer was simple.  It came as a strong yet gentle prompting of the spirit.  Stunned.  I said the only thing I could.  Then we will go.

But we didn’t go.  You see, life happened.  We let one thing after another bar our path.  And in the end, forgot about the prompting all together.  We will never know what blessing might have awaited us had we persevered to follow that prompting of the spirit.  We don’t know where our lives would have ended up.  But I do know that until the day I die, I will wonder what we missed out on, by not obeying.  As I related this story to my class, I was struck with an overwhelming feeling of resolve.  I would not let this happen again.  We were prompted to move our family to a new place for a better life.  And nothing would stand in our way this time.

And so there you have it.  I secured an apartment on Monday.  We will be moving in to our new place on August 11th.  Just 5 days before the school year begins. 

Also I have been hired as an administrative assistant for a non profit organization here in Louisville.  Its a part time position that will allow me to work while the kids are in school, so that they don’t miss out on any of the blessings that come with having a momma who is home when they are. 

And finally…the van died.  A moment of silence for the Money Pit…………