San Diego explained

I promise this is as short as I could make it:

Sandy and I began feeling that our season in Bend was coming to a close back in May. With no indoor track facilities, we agreed that I could not afford another winter of training without pole vault, high jump, javelin, discus, etc. After praying about various indoor track facility options throughout the country for over a month, we were becoming confused (skipping details). We felt God was saying that our time in Bend was ending, but He was also saying no to every option we were coming up with.

Then, in mid june, I had a dream that I believe to be God inspired. In it I was completely dissatisfied with the indoor track Sandy and I had chosen for the winter's training. My coach, in the dream, presented the thought that we should go look at the facility outside, saying we would be pleasantly surprised. I argued the fact that I needed INDOOR facilities for the winter and he pointed out that "it doesn't get cold here." Enlightened, I went out and saw Point Loma's track: end of dream (skipping details). I had completely forgotten that their track was my dream track when shopping for colleges in high school.

Up to this point, our lack of faith had kept us from allowing southern california to be an option, financially speaking. So Sandy and I discussed the dream and had our antennas perked (skipping details). I prayed that if this was God, I needed p.l.u.'s coach to be open to me training there and I wanted God to cross my path with someone from southern cal each day for the next five days. Five days later, we not only had the open invitation from their coach, but I had my fifth random encounter with a southern cal person. (I never know if those weird prayers are answered because I prayed them, or if God birthed the thought to pray it because He knew the following five days worth of encounters. hmm.) Anyway, this man happened to be on vacation and went to the wrong track at the wrong time, as did I. We met and small talked until I said something about the Gospel being the ultimate purpose of my athletic endeavors. He happened to be a christian with decades of ministerial experience. He tossed out an email to over twenty of his friends in s. cal. asking for help from anybody in regards to Sandy and I's desires.

One week after the dream Sandy and I were given an offer by a single woman, whose son is away at college, to live in her house for free as long as we need. She is in central S.D. and only 15 min. from the track. After more prayer and reading the Word, Sandy and I were 100% on board with what God is doing and believe that we are to move down there on Aug. 8th (skipping details).

Job, you ask? Let's just say He's a clever God who knows how to force faith out of reserves you don't think you have.

so there ya have it... kinda...