I grew up in Idaho, and aside from a few roadtrips to visit family in Eastern Oregon, and Phoenix Arizona, I never left the state.
The first time I moved was to go to college in Rexburg Idaho right after High School. I attended a semester of college living with some guys who couldn’t care less about their grades, morals, or future. My roommates didn’t offer much advice, other than to not waste time going on a mission...or where to find a fun waterfall to play at.
Next, I moved to Montreal, Canada. I went as a full-time missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints, and spent two years there doing service projects in the community, teaching the people about the gospel of Jesus Christ as taught in the Bible and the Book of Mormon.
SIDE NOTE: yes. It is the same gospel. It is the same Jesus. The Bible and The Book of Mormon are books of historical record of God speaking to the people of the earth.
The bible was written by the ancient culture of man since the beginning of man until Jerusalem’s captivity to Babylon.
The Book of Mormon began just before Jewish Captivity. It tells about the people who migrated to America and lived until their society collapsed around 400AD. It contains the fullness of the Gospel of Christ and has been the most powerful guiding influence in my life.
I came home from serving the people in Canada and returned home mostly sad and depressed not to be a missionary anymore. It was the most joyful and long-term experience and then for it to suddenly end left the most empty and lonely feeling.
The night I came home, I just sat on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so sad to suddenly be shifted away from responsibility and left to my own plans. As a missionary, we had a rigorous daily schedule and purpose; home, I had long term goals, but no job or even the same bedroom I had left behind.
I prayed that night for peace and direction on what to do next. The impression came to me very clearly and distinct to get married.
I fought that idea, and bickered with God that night. “Ya, sure. I’ll get married...in like 20 years…” “Ya, marriage...you make the woman glow and point her out with the parting of the heavens, and I’ll let her know.” But, in my heart, I knew, and God knew that I would do anything he asked me to do.
My wife and I got married that following April, and we moved into a small apartment (in Boise Idaho) where we started our new life. This was when we were gifted the Turbo Renovations LLC company for our wedding. We worked hard to build up savings and then moved to Rexburg Idaho.
We would travel back to Boise for the off semester every year, and live with parents to save up for the next year’s expenses of schooling.
One year, we lived in Parker Idaho tending a home for an uncle while they served a mission for the Church. That year was paradise for us. My wife and I were the young couple in the neighborhood and we were surrounded by amazing families and old couples who treated us like their own kin.
There’s something special about living in the country. Families know each other, their problems, their successes, and the amount of flour in their pantry…
All joking aside, I love being more intimately acquainted with the neighbors than normally found in large suburbs. Parker Idaho was one of the most relaxed and peaceful times of our life. It was when Shandra (my wife, called Shan for short) gave birth to our oldest son. We got to experience being new parents while living here and having a large home and space at night to separate the baby from us so we could sleep.
Now, baby number 5, sleeps on our King-size bed and she’s 10 months old...different experiences…
We left BYU-Idaho and moved from Parker to Layton Utah when we took the job for our family friend to do maintenance for their apartment complex. We lived there for 3 years as we enjoyed a simple life in Utah. We lived a complacent and mostly idle life there with nothing special to do. We served others, learned how to care for a home, and explore. I developed a love for motorcycles and owned about 21 vehicles during those three years.
I learned to fix cars, motorcycles, appliances, and homes...and to turn around and resale each item for a profit. I worked for a lot of different companies enjoying a regular paycheck and working to make it fatter in each consecutive job.
Still not really having any real focus of life vision, I felt guilty having wasted or idled away most of our time in Utah. Reflecting, I accomplished nothing useful and was looking for some way to build wealth. We started looking at colleges to attend, and with the reasoning that I needed to do something hard, long-term, and apply myself.
We started school while still in Layton, and rode the new Train line from home to school (3 hours every day) until a cousin bought a house just for us to rent while we lived in college.
We moved down to Provo that following summer and really took on a work of diligence. It wasn’t having a hard class, or a hard semester that really helped me, and I don’t use any of the material from college in my day-to-day work.
It was the fact of spending 4 years consistently working on the same task. Focused year after year working on the same task. When I graduated, I had served in my church in many different areas, worked for 3 different companies as an intern, and found the dream job everyone else wanted.
When I started applying, I had my first interview which went wonderfully well. They liked me and scheduled a second interview that week. At the end of the second interview, and after networking with employees, and professionals in the industry I practically secured the job. They were going to call back the next week.
After 10 days went by, I called to find out what the status was…
They didn’t have any record of me applying to them...no record of my interviews.
So, we didn’t move. We stayed, and were asked to finish a basement for a friend. After 4 weeks, I had $12000 and another basement remodel to do. After 3 months, we had paid off student loans, and saved up for a home purchase.
My wife decided she needed (and she definitely deserved) a vacation. We arranged for her to go on a humanitarian service mission for 2 weeks in Kenya Africa. While she was gone experiencing the same climate of Phoenix Arizona, I sat in Utah getting very depressed.
For the last 9 years, I had not been away from my wife for more than a day. Now at the end of 2 weeks without her (and all 4 kids) I was in a deep state of depression.
When she came home, she told me I needed to go to the Temple and meditate. While there, I heard a voice tell me to move to Arizona…
I don’t normally hear voices...and this was a powerful experience for me. I sat towards the back of the room and when I heard the voice behind me tell me to move to Arizona, I turned around to tell the person that they were very funny...but there was no one there…
I realized that this was divine intervention trying to direct us, and went home to share it with Shan. She said that I could go by myself...and then after praying, we both felt good and started considering it truthfully.
In the next 30 days, we found, offered on, and closed on a new home in San Tan Valley, Arizona. We moved into a ward that was about twice the size of a regular ward, and in the next month, the ward split and formed a new ward.
While working on a home remodel a few hours away, the Area Leader of our church, called a Stake President, called me and asked me to come to his office with my wife that night.
When we showed up, he introduced us to the new Bishop of the new ward, and told me I would be serving as his counselor.
We learned about church organization, and served with all our heart and spare time. We gave our very best to the community and cared for everyone in the neighborhood. We hosted gatherings, and fed everyone, and sat on the sidelines helping ensure that others were cared for.
During this time, I didn’t work much, but I did volunteer as a church Seminary teacher for youth. I had enough savings set aside to cover our expenses and provide lots of extra time to serve and care for others.
We vacationed and enjoyed so much happiness in all our activities.
At this same time, I made acquaintance with the locals for construction, and started organizing the business structure which occupies Turbo Renovations as we now know it.
The business model, structure, and growth were all given to me by the same voice which told us to move to Arizona. That same voice told us when and how to leave Arizona, when to Open the branch in Oregon, when to open in Idaho, Utah, Nevada, Texas, and at this time in life, just told us to move back to Idaho for a few months.
This same voice, and the feelings, and the comfort and peace has grown into a strong and firm connection of communication. Now, a voice is often heard when receiving direction. I have many promptings daily guiding me in my efforts to be united with my family and serve the people around me.
I have had this guiding influence long before the night I sat on my bed after getting home from the mission; though, my commitment to follow before then was not complete. This tender yet powerful influence has been with me every time I have sought it, and it has guided me to happiness and prosperity in all things.
Now as we face the next move, and work towards strengthening Texas and preparing Idaho to start working at top speed, we rely heavily on The Holy Ghost to influence us and lead us in the path we should follow.