It’s coming, and I’m starting to see some organization in my new home, a studio apartment in the land of Bountiful. Taking several weeks for a slow move was my choice over hiring two muscle men and a box truck for one day. Never again! ( I will hire next time.)
We have traveled through numerous tunnels by car and train, and through others metaphorically. Every one (even at night) had light at the end — always a welcome sight. However, entering the tunnel, such as a move to a new home or career, was often dark and scary. On the part of my daring wife Kay & me, it required faith in the light at the end ... and in the guidance of the Spirit to help us through when we knew there was no turning back.
Submitting our “papers” and selling our frontier home were leaps of faith in order to serve a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. With our assignment to Detroit, the quick sale of our property, and an apartment in our daughter’s basement nearby, we began to see the light at the end of that tunnel. There was no turning back, and we were grateful for the heavenly light that surely came.
