Not very long ago we applied for a job with the church and things started to kind of just happen. We found out we were in the top four and then all of the sudden we were in the top two, but holy crap this would mean we would be moving to Guam. We started to make plans for moving and trying to get things done so we could. We felt in our hearts that for some reason we were going to be moving, and so I decided to tell my job that there was a possibility that we would be moving to Guam, and that it wasn't for sure but maybe. That very day she decided she felt I was not reliable and let me go from my job, but that isn't even the worst part. That very night we had our last interview and found out the other family had received the job. I think I was more heart broken then Mark was, but I think everything has its reasons. Mark seemed to take it well, but in our hearts I think we still hope that we will get a job with the church. It is the kind of break we need, not that it is a break but we have been stuck in a rut and I think it would be amazing for our family. So we almost moved to Guam, crazy I know, but we are still getting by and happily married, even with the mountains we have been climbing on a regular basis. HaHaHa...