Hard.

I read a story the other day, about a woman and some horrible trouble her family was having years ago. In her story she wrote about the hardship and mental anguish she went through when judgmental people would be hard on her and her family, when they really needed help and comfort. She mentioned how much easier life would be, if we could all wear signs, explaining what is going on- so that those around us would be a little more gentle.

Today Kurt and I were just handed even more bad news. We are so tired of bad news, we could cry. This month has been one of the worst months our family has ever had to endure, and we have worked so hard to try and keep ourselves together, keep our children feeling secure, and keep ourselves from freaking out, that this one last piece of bad news... on the last day of this month... is just more than I can handle.

Over the last few weeks we learned:

Grandpa has cancer.

Our move to Reno caused Kurt to lose his job. (His district manager in Salt Lake, claimed that Kurt didn't have approval to move- even though the Reno district swears they had it by phone- and therefore claimed Kurt abandoned his job... so he lost his job here.)

The home we live in, is being sold.

This is too much. This is way too much. We prayed about everything we did, so we both KNOW that things will work out... but it is tremendously difficult to feel peace during this total insecurity.

I am thankful for Becca's Book of Mormon Challenge. I am so thankful that I have had those amazing scriptures to look to, when our world is falling apart. I know things will work out, I KNOW it. But for the time being, it is so hard.

So please... if you know us... be gentle right now. We are sorry that we aren't on top of things. We are sorry that we aren't volunteering for everything we used to volunteer for. We are sorry we are not being as good of hosts as we are capable... but before harsh words or judgments be passed, please read our sign. "We just lost our only income, and we are losing our home."