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I have written about this before, but there are times in my life when I want a moment like the ones I read about in the Liahona  (previously the Ensign ).  I spent so many years as a young adult, reading the stories in the magazine about people praying for a miracle, and it happening.  I think the one I have wanted the most is praying for a visiting teacher who feels prompted to come to my aid.  There have been so many times in my life when I have felt incredibly lonely, and my dream is to have a visiting teacher who answers the call to help me. Since moving to Northville, I have not had a single visiting teacher (aka ministering sister) who cares.  I've been assigned two different companionships, but nothing.  I, on the other hand, have been a great visiting teacher, and the women I visit are my dearest friends here.  But just weeks ago, I was praying again for a Liahona  moment--I wanted someone to worry about me  instead of me worrying about someone else.  I know, that might see

The title of this blog post gives away what is eventually going to happen, but I need to write about the entire experience as some kind of catharsis. For years, I pestered John to move back to Michigan.  I love Ann Arbor, and I didn't want to never live here again.  He repeatedly told me "no" because he didn't want to move back anywhere near our parents.  I must admit--my mother has been a non-player in our lives here, and after six months of therapy to resolve the fact that she doesn't want to be part of my life even though I live so close, I'm good with it all.  She's financially independent; in fact, I think she's still employed by U of M as a result of desperately-needed physicians during COVID.  She has a cleaning lady.  Occasionally, Ethan and Rebecca will stop in and see her, as will Johannah, and she's always very welcoming to them. John's parents, on the other hand, have been a living nightmare.  The abuse John endures from his father,

 Today is Martin Luther King Jr Day, which I find ironic that we have off because if Martin Luther King Jr. was anything, it was NOT a lets-take-a-day-off kinda guy, but anyway. Because we have the day off from school, I had a long weekend with a whole lot of NOTHING to fill my schedule. Even after contacting basically everyone I know in the surrounding Utah area, I didn't have many plans for the weekend since everyone is sick with COVID or I already had something set up the following week with them. So, of course, I contacted my mission friends, and within an hour or two, Hermana Assumpcao had agreed to come down for the long weekend :) Thankfully, Mommy was willing to foot the bill when it came to hotel expenses, so not only was I hanging out with my best friend, but we were doing it in a hotel room - which is so nice compared to my boring, regular college apartment. Although it was a little difficult figuring out when Hermana was going to get here (I changed the hotel reservatio

Ethan and Rebecca are moving to Dayton! Yep, Ethan's name has been on the waiting list for the GAO office in Dayton, and he finally made it to the top. I can hardly believe it--having them so much closer will be such a blessing! I was thankful when they invited me last minute to come down and look at houses with them.  You know, I can go last minute because I live so close!  :-)  We met up Saturday morning at First Watch, had some yummy breakfast, and then headed out for a quick tour of Oakwood.  Ethan remembered quite a bit of it, as did I, and man, there are just some really happy memories there.  It was fun too to see our old house, even if the woman who bought it from us didn't maintain it very well. Next, we drove to meet their realtor. She started in Huber Heights.   Listen, I'm trying really hard not to tell Ethan and Rebecca what to do, because who says I have the monopoly on wise decisions and personal revelation?  But Huber Heights is "thumbs down".  I r