Living Hazzardously

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Settling In

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It has been almost a month since we started the Hazzardous Adventure.  Al and I are settling in nicely.  There is not a day that I don’t look around and marvel at the beauty of the land and the brightness of the stars and the almost eerie quiet.  There is nothing that I do not like about living on the edge of the wilderness, as this community is often referred to, except being so far from my hubby, family and friends. Charlie and Jacob are on their way home for the weekend right now and I can’t wait to hear them driving up the incredibly muddy and rutted driveway.

Updates of Hazzard Life – We are thankful that Jacob is recovered from Salmonella and back at school and work.  The antibiotics did the trick. I am anxious to hear more about his trip to Haiti and all that he learned and experienced.

Things have settled down for Sam.  He returned to school on Monday after meeting with the administration, and we are grateful that there have been no further incidents.  We received an outpouring of support from friends, family and even strangers and are so appreciative.

I am working on the second phase of paperwork for getting licensed to do adult foster care.  We are getting closer!  In the meantime, we are doing some updates on our home starting with the half story, which will eventually be our bedroom, office and half-bath.  New kitchen cabinets will be picked up this weekend, and I will be working on painting them next week.  Totally new experience for me, so if you have any tips, feel free to pass them along!

We would appreciate prayer for the licensing process to go smoothly and quickly.  We know that there is a person out there who is waiting for a new home, and we can’t wait to welcome him into our family.

Well, that is it for now.  Just a quick update.

God bless and much love!

Jess

 

 

12 hours, 4 hours, And a week!

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time! It seems time is our biggest challenge, God gives us strength to endure but “time waits for no man”

we discovered it takes about 12 hours for the first signs of salmonella poisoning to manifest, most people can recover in time without anything like antibiotics. So it seems salmonella is more common than most people think.  It’s not “if you get it” but rather “how bad it gets you!” Jacob pick it up in Haiti, he started feeling it after about 18 hours(we think)  then after a four hour drive pulling a trailer, hauling in Sheetrock after a drive into town to get it… and a trip to the ER we have him on the road to recovery which will take up to 7 days. But God is good all the time, his attitude  is good and all is well .

 

50 pieces of 4x8x1/2 at about 40 lbs each, two pickups and a bunch of stairs. Like I said, God gives us strength. I ran out of time once again this weekend as we have a very long list of things to do for starting up this Hazzardous adventure.  4 hours up, 4 hours back, every weekend I can spare.

Our Friends are also moving, they have lost a vehicle and I need time to look at that. I’m in no shortage of things to do!

 

But then, I step outside after all is done for the day, I hear nothing! No cars, no rumble from the highway! I look up and see the evening sky, stars so bright and seemingly so close! “If you reach up, I think you can touch them”! yes, it’s worth every drop of sweat, every taped up cut on my index finger! Off in the distance I can hear the night stirring up and life all around me in the silence of our new home.  I bow my head and give thanks to the ONE who gives all.

#Enough

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I can’t sleep tonight. I am worried about my son. My nonconformist son who decided to stand across the street from his high school during the “walkout” today holding a sign that said “Don’t blame guns. Blame culture,” while his friend waved a Support Trump flag. A group of protestors, the same students who so eagerly walked out of school to join the cause of peace, chased down and threatened my son and his friend, while pushing and shoving them, until a school social worker and another student intervened. They were okay, thank God, but the school administration made the decision to send them home for the day for their safety, as the other students were “very upset.” What? Upset about what? Upset about the fact that my son had an opinion different from their own and decided to share it? In fact, these non-violent, peace-loving students must have been beyond just upset because the administration decided that it wouldn’t be safe for my son to return to school for the rest of the week.

I keep seeing videos and news articles showing the peaceful young protestors who are fed up with gun violence and want change. I get it. My heart breaks for the young people of today who can’t feel safe at school. I get it! But it’s not the gun’s fault. Tomorrow my son can’t feel safe at school because the same students who protested gun violence, have threatened him. Violence happens with or without guns. The guns just get more attention.

I pray for my son. I pray for the schools. I pray for families that have lost loved ones. I pray for the politicians and our President. I pray for the bullied and the bullies. We are all hurting. Only God can help us.