Walking to the Edge of the Darkness

We've dreamed about it, talked about it, wished we could, and now, finally we have taken the plunge! We have moved to Utah. Not exactly as we had planned, but here we are. All seemed to be going great for our home sale and move, including an enthusiastic buyer who wouldn't even look at any other houses. November 15 was to be the closing date. The evening of the 14th our realtor called and said the buyer's agent said they needed two more weeks. After eighteen months of renovating our home, six months on the market, two months with a sold sign in our yard, two more weeks was somewhat of a disappointment. Jim had already closed down his business, our utilities had been shut off, our mail had been transferred. How could we leave for Utah with no money in hand? Simply by following the advice Pres. Harold B. Lee gave to a young and very junior apostle, Elder Boyd K. Packer: "Boyd, sometimes you just have to walk to the edge of the darkness." As of today, November 24, our realtor has not heard back from the buyer. Will they show up with the money at the end of November? Who knows.... Our house is back on the market, and we are just going forth with faith and a lot of prayers.

Saying goodbye to my Mom and the Emmertsons and Jake and Sheree was so difficult. My heart hurts just to think about them. But the difficult moment passed and soon we were in our truck, driving through Mississippi and onward. Our crossing the Mississippi River seemed to be symbolic in a way. I did get a few pictures as we went over the bridge.