The Right Time and Place.

My mother swore that when she and my dad decided to have children she would 1. never move to Utah, 2. never drive a minivan. A little green minivan now sits in our driveway at almost 13 years old and was the first vehicle my parents were able to afford in order to drive and settle in Utah. Isn't it  funny how a little persuasion can change a whole lot of "no way!" into "sure, ok!"?

My family and I were living in Payson, Arizona with my Grandmother who was very sick. A little while after my grandma had passed, my dad received a phone call from a friend that lived in Utah who was looking for a trustworthy associate to help him in his business. Even though it was a tender time for us, eventually we packed up our few bags of clothes into the cutest little green minivan you ever did see, and shipped ourselves to Utah.

 When my dad's buddy called, it seemed like the perfect time for our little family to have a fresh start. His friend truly cared for the needs of our family and promised to help us get started if we decided to move. We knew that even though my mother would have to sacrifice her "let's not live in Utah" dream, God was very aware of our Kairos, and put the right person in our path to persuade us all to move to Utah.

                   *****Pretty good depiction of my reaction of my first Utah winter*****

I've found that with my family it doesn't take eloquence or grand gestures to convince us to do something; Rather we trust in the people who we love and have had our backs throughout our lives. Here we've been able to have the some of the greatest opportunities in work, school and the arts; And it's all because of that one simple phone call. We knew moving to Utah was the right thing to do, and sure enough it has been the biggest blessing in our families lives ever since.