Fly home to St. George

Fri. Sept 26. I packed everything up in my car and talked to J Anderson about arranging to have someone drive it down to St. George and he said he would get that. Then I packed up my biggest suitcases with everything I would need (didn’t think there would be that much I would need). Said goodbye to everyone and had J drive me to the airport in the afternoon. The flight to Vegas was rough and the seat was extremely uncomfortable and hurt when I got off the plane. I determined that it was because a lot of the weight that I lost came off my backside and I had no padding like I used to. In fact Julie’s actual statement was “You have no butt!”. When I got to Vegas, Teresa had come down to help Julie the minute she called. It was a good thing because I don’t think Julie could have handled it without her. She has been good friends with Julie, and has rescued her on more than one occasion. So both of them were there in Vegas to get me. It was so good to drive up to my house and realize that I was home. All of a sudden I realized that I had been a little upset and frustrated with the Lord because we hadn't sold our house. We had said things like “Lord, we are doing what you wanted us to do, so why aren’t we receiving the blessings like we think we should? “ We couldn’t understand why, if we obeyed the spirit and I went to South Dakota, we had to live separated for almost a year and saw no activity on our house whatsoever. Now we knew. I felt bad because I had not trusted that the Lord knew a better way and he saw the bigger picture. We didn’t sell our house because I needed to come “home” to get better and St. George (and this house) was my home. He knew it and protected us from our own short sighted desires.