Attitude of gratitude

I would be ashamed of myself if I didn't take a moment to share a few words of gratitude for the all the help we have received in making this transition to New York City. We have certainly felt the Lord's guiding hand and are so grateful for His influence in our lives. We had many wonderful friends who helped us pack up a storage pod that was left behind in Austin (Thanks to Palmers, Hazens and Soelbergs), the Hazens babysat our car until we found a place to keep it here, the family who bought our home couldn't have been nicer about helping us get our tv shipped out here, and our new friends in New York have been very gracious to welome us to the city. A special shout out to Paige and Brent who helped with those last minute moving details, always the hardest part of the move. And thank you to all of our kids and our family members who offered so many prayers on our behalf. And there was evidence that our parents were looking down from the heavens watching us and wondering what in the heck we were doing, but we also felt of their strength and confidence in us. There were some discouraging days in this process, but one day I was reminded of my ancestors who left homes far away and traveled to this city, landing on Ellis Island. They didn't have jobs, homes, some had left family behind and some didn't even speak English. But they came because they wanted to join their fellow Saints. They didn't stay long in New York, but were resourceful and found ways to travel across the country in wagons and handcarts experiencing difficulties beyond my imagination. Our arrival in NYC was very different---we had a job, a place to live, we spoke the language (with a touch of a southern drawl), but we had one thing in common with our ancestors. We arrived with great faith and a desire to find fellow Saints. This is going to be a great adventure and there is none better to do it with than Paul.