Exactly a year ago I moved my family from our home in Provo, UT. Although it was by choice to move we were highly motivated to move. I had lost my job, my companies, my investments, my partners and more importantly my pride. We were being kicked out by the bank because our home had foreclosed.
It was the week of Thanksgiving 2008 and my entire family helped us move. Neighbors and people from our ward helped us pack up, load up and relocate.
I was sad to leave. We had lived in this home for nearly two and a half years. It was our very first home plus I built it.
Many memories had been created in this home.
- The birth of our first child
- Numerous family parties
- Birthday parties
- Church activities with the youth
- Firesides in our home
- Family home evenings
- Countless prayers came from our home in Provo.
A good friend of mine offered his home to us. It was vacant and would foreclose within several months. I felt that it was the right place for us to go. It was a blessing from heaven.
I packed up our home and relocated to Highland, UT. I knew going into this home we only had 4 months there but my good friend said to take advantage of it. No rent for four months was a good thing.
Thanksgiving 2008 was unforgettable. We had just barely moved in to this temporary home and then ate at Golden Corral for Thanksgiving.
As a man, a provider, the protector and the presider of the home it is humiliating and embarrassing when you’re unable to provide for your family especially when you recently were able to provide
abundantly for your family.
If you’ve experienced any type of job loss, pay cut or challenge with the economy then you know exactly what I”m talking about.
One thing I’ve learned through all of this is that our faith will be tried and tested. We will be tried and tested, maybe refined and purified are the better choice of words.
I had a choice. I could either choose to learn, to be refined and to be humble or I could choose to be a victim, feel sorry for myself and blame others.
I chose the first.
It is moments like this that truly define who we are.
Are you choosing to be refined through your challenges or are you playing the victim role?
I often say “I am the man who loves his life.” I love my life, not because it’s easy and not because I don’t face challenges. I love my life because I clearly see God’s hand in it and the opportunity to become more like Him and His son.
The past two and a half years have been defining to say the least.
My pride was rocked.
My ego was hurt.
I was incredibly embarrassed.
I felt like I had failed.
These were hard times on me.
Have you ever had to eat HUMBLE PIE for a while because you just didn’t get it?
We must learn the lessons and accept responsibility for our actions.
I personally made choices that took me down this road and I am grateful for the experience (although I was depressed beyond measure) because of what it taught me.
If you’ve ever gone through this I ask you to leave a comment below. Or if you’ve known someone who has gone through this…
HOW DID YOU OR THEY DO IT? What helped you? Leave a comment…
To be continued….
ps-I’d love to hear your thoughts on this blog post. You can even disguise your name if you are ashamed of losing your home. I’ve learned so much from it. Thanks for the comment!! Your friend Setema