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My Hour of Need

Dear Friends, 

My family is in an hour of need and I've been urged by a caring friend to reach out to my online community at large and ask for help. This is not an easy thing for me to do, I'm shaking as I write this, but I love you all so much and I know there is a season for all things. This is my season for needing help. I'll explain:

At the beginning of 2018, our well-laid plans dissolved before us and within a few months, we were (joyfully and hopefully) destitute. 

Rewind to late last year, we were living in my hometown, Moscow, Idaho, and had finally begun to put down roots. We'd moved away several times with the hope of starting over somewhere else, but something seemed to pull us back each time. This time it was the promise of a successful future. You see, my husband, Wesley, had become involved in a local martial arts gym where he coached Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. This gym was his second home - his tribe - and we decided to move back to Moscow because there was talk …

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