As many of you may have guessed, I love my family. They are the blessings and joys of my life. When God set us on a path to live the “Mountain Life” they rose to the challenge when others would have gone running for the hills; pun intended.
When the dozer finished clearing the pad, we had our work cut out for us. We tried to get an electric pole set for construction but since there was not prior electric we would have to wait for construction of lines. That was fine; we had a generator to begin with. We tried to get a well dug but could not get anyone to come down our road. That was fine also; we had a pond dug. It seemed like each time we tried to do something, there was a stumbling block.
When the engineer came from the electric company, he quoted us a price for construction. We set a little more aside and began construction. Thirty days after construction began and materials were bought, the engineer called back and said it would be four times as much as originally quoted. This was a problem because our budget did not allow for this. We were finished framing the first floor and half of the second.
I was disheartened to say the least. It seemed satan did not want us to have a mountain home. But he did not count on my very smart and talented husband. God blessed me with a man that knows a little or a lot about everything. Quinton told the engineer that it was all right; we would just generate our own power.
It was several more long months before we moved into our home but in Feb. 2009 we did. It was not finished but we decided a lean-to was better than the tiny trailer.
The house continues to be a work in progress. We have generated power and treat the water from our pond. We haul drinking water, cut wood for the fire and have fresh eggs from our chickens. There are things we can’t have but they weren’t important after all.
My oldest son cut 90% of all the wood used to build our home. All of my children will forever be able to say they cut a road old school and built a house by hand. I am so proud of them. They never complain about what they lost or what they give up each day because they know we were saved by God’s grace, love and mercy.
Peace, love and God’s will.
I love your pioneering spirit. yours is the same can-do attitude that made our country great. You are an asset to any community, Diane, and the world is a better place because of you! May god grant you the increase of all you have given up for His sake these past two years. With interest!
i am so proud of yall!! i miss you all so much and i want to see you all really bad!! =(
Miss you too, baby girl. We love you and never forget it.
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Diane I became a friend of yours this morning here on facebook and have spent most the day and evening reading your writing and your personal story. I can’t even imagine what you and your family went thru. I am so glad that your Faith and God’s Love got you thru. I could hardly pull myself away from your writings and the your links to other writers. You all truly have a Gift, Thanks so much for sharing….
Aww…Cindy! Thank you. I know you are a friend of Tony and Diana’s and let me tell you, they are saints God sent to us. Thank you for reading and I really hope you come back to visit here and on facebook. We all have a story to share. Maybe someday, I will get to read yours. If that is God’s will.
Diane I just got done rereading your story I was telling my nephew Eli about the trails you and your family went thru (I might of rearranged some of it, my memory not so good) and how your faith got you thru. I sent him your link, he was really interested to read your story. Eli travels all over the US and other countries as a personal assistance to a visting minister. He had a trouble youth and gave himself to God and has became a remarkable young man, I am so proud of him…
I am no story writer my Mom use to tell me she enjoyed my letters, she not only got a letter but a puzzle too…. : )
Thank you, Cindy. God is good all the time an His timing is perfect.
Diane I have seen headlines of your story since I became your FB friend but thought it only related to you being an author who lived in the mountains with her family. I had no idea what it entailed. Wow! and Whew are my first reactions. What courage you have and faith in God to pull you through this. I am still tingling from the breath taking tales you have relayed. This is something I have only seen on T.V. or heard in the gossips magazines before now. I have only heard of DCFS but had not heard of CPS – but I am going to look it up. Thank you for also having the courage to share this. It’s something that should inspire others to take a stand against corruption. Love you!! <3 Sue
Aww…love you back, Sue. It wasn’t easy writing it, but a heck of a lot easier than living it.
Each state has their own name for the private corporation that traffics children, I mean looks after children’s welfare.
HOW did I miss this entire story, Diane, back when you first told it?
(Oh, I know…I was in the middle of a legal battle like no other for my own children’s safety.) But still…I wish I’d read this then. I would have cried buckets, and probably would have been even more terrified than I already was of the legal tight-rope I was being forced to walk, but–knowing that you survived (and how) would have been so worth it.
Peace, love, and God’s Will to you, too.
Thank you, my friend.
That was an amazing story. All the best.
Thank you, Steve.