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I do not count my slackening on this podium of a blog as a loss. By no means at all. I have found my place. I have found my home. I am in the midst of camaraderie, kinfolk, beauty, and nature. My family is blessed beyond measure for having waited on the LORD so long in our previous town. Up here is like a different state, but more than that. It's like a different life. I left oppression. What breakthrough I anticipated and yearned for, for what seemed like an eternity, came. Yet my mentality is still that of a contented woman happy with a piece of bread and a bottle of water. I have seen the Lord bless us more than tenfold and all I want to do is remain humble, seek Him, serve Him, and obey Him through it all. But old habits die hard, you know. I can't splurge on anything. Surrounded by a "you can have whatever you want" in a chocolate shop still leaves me wanting my fill and nothing, and I do mean nothing, more. Two pieces. I'm done. Let me help someone and bless my Savior.

My husband got a major promotion after transferring through his work while we were (and still are) staying with some friends, and in the next week we should have our housing figured out. It's a matter of one single phone call that many people, including our future landlord, are excited about. Sticking to our convictions in Scripture about Christian living, raising a family, economics, and work ethic has paid off. Trying my hardest to obey the Lord by submitting to my husband's leadership and headship is paying off, owning up to my errors and righting my wrongs, and working through social conflict face to face with friends rather than demanding the internet to translate for me is wonderful. My loyalty to my loved ones has increased dramatically and I am focused more than ever on seeing my goals met without any hindrance on my part, whether physical, mental, or spiritual. There is no negative whatsoever in where we are right now. Nothing, at least, that carries any real weight or significance. We are helping one another and help one another is what we will continue to do so long as God allows it to be so.

I have no doubt that my enemies read my blog, and so you'll have to forgive me for refusing to reveal my whereabouts and specifics about my husband's career. Our phone number changed, our address changed, and our mailing address changed. Our contacts changed, and we took a turn recently, for many personal reasons, down a much more narrow path. This turn probably confused many, and no doubt it infuriated those who could not comprehend decisions made beyond their control, but it was all for the best. My Facebook account, which I reactivated a while back, is rather private and also vague, so that if I network with someone, it is of a personal and private nature, and not for popularity of any sorts. There is no cause for alarm, of course. At least, there isn't for anyone who likes to live life simply and according to Scripture. I keep my friends close and I put as much space between my enemies and myself as I can. Essentially, the government is against all that God loves, and we're on the side of things that God loves, and all those who hate God hate us. That means we must guard ourselves, as should you, if you are of His. Have you ever watched the documentary called Farmageddon? If you have, you have a small idea of what I'm getting at. Add that to my very old-world European beliefs, the fact that I'm a military wife, white, and a hater of government schools and, well... lest I run my mouth too much, I have reason to be weary of lurking eyes. "Just because you're not paranoid doesn't mean they're not out to get you." -Unknown

All that you do right in this world is against this world, and those who love the world are therefore inevitably against what you stand for and do. Does it mean you don't fight for what's worth fighting for? No. It means you learn, you wise up, and you prepare yourself to do whatever you need to do so that your way of life is preserved. You devote yourself until your dying breath and you preserve your living breath as much as you possibly can, realizing you're no good to your neighbors, kin, and children, if you're dead. Remember that. Don't take the easy way out. I'd rather live off of tree bark and dandelion green from a random field than take government aid. I've been down that route. Never again. The debt is not worth it. I desire to owe nothing to my country but to love it more. My homeland is worth fighting for... and I am home now.

There are mountains twenty minutes from me in any direction, beautiful large evergreens freshen the air and rejuvenate, clouds hang low enough to bounce on plastic moon shoes and touch, hunting and fishing are pervasive, people are lovely, friendly, and helpful (and are frequently good old gun-toting, accent spoutin', southern nationalists), and the resources for natural living are plentiful. This is where I want to be, this is where I belong, and this is where I could see the south rising again. I am in love.

“[Called to Be Holy] Therefore, preparing your minds for action, and being sober-minded, set your hope fully on the grace that will be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ.” -1 Peter 1:13