Step Into the Shadows
It is time to back track to when things seemed to spiral out of control. It was October 2017, and our lives as we knew them were changing instantly and dramatically.
We lived in Eagle Mountain on our own little piece of heaven. It wasn't the house, but the street. We had some incredible neighbors, and this is an understatement; they had become family. I had started to gain momentum with an apprenticeship/mentorship that was beginning to turn profitable, in many ways more than just financially. This had become an education, that I really enjoyed, and started to find my rhythm.
We were required to pack up our entire house and relocate to an unknown location in less than 48 hours. Needless to say, I was as low as a person could get. Confused, angry, terrified, just to start; I sat back as an entire neighborhood showed up and packed my house. More than a few tears were shed in a very short amount of time. That night my dear wife came to me with tear filled eyes;
"We need to move to Delta. I can't believe I'm saying this, but we need to move to Delta."
I didn't know if she was still in shock, or if I had completely lost my mind. But we were headed home to Delta. We spent the next three weeks living in friend's basements, while my daughter finished a play, she had auditioned for and had endured countless hours of rehearsal. As we closed the car door and closed the door on that chapter of our life, we drove away, still filled with confusion and fear. As we drove toward our new home in Delta, I asked my wife again, are you certain about going to Delta. She swore up and down, she would never, under no circumstance, move to Delta.
"We have to move to Delta, for you." She said. She went on to explain that she had been given much comfort over the past evening from inspiration why we needed to be in Delta. She felt very strongly that it was for me we needed to be there. At the time she felt strongly it was because I had been dealing with PTSD, and that I needed to be around family and people I grew up around.
I was completely lost in the world, trying to ride my wife's coat tails, hoping to escape from the world and hide in a small town and simply disappear. I thought I could hide and start fresh. Basically create a new identity. The only thing in my life was pain. I struggled to find good in anything. I blamed myself for everything, even things that were 100% out of my control. I saw it as my family was to be punished for all of my sins and wrong doings.
After the seizure, and as I have been out of the hospital, I have realized there was nothing coincidence. Rather a loving Father in Heaven preparing me and my family for a much more violent attack, and gave us the armor that was strong enough to "bend but not break." We needed this small community, as much as we miss and love our family and friends in Eagle Mountain. We needed this little farm town in the middle of nowhere, it's not the edge of the Earth, but you can see it from here.
We have been rallied around more than is even possible to express.
A dear friend told me:
"The day things seem to fall apart, they are actually falling into place."
I had never heard it said like this, but it really struck home.
To all my/our loved ones on that crazy elbow shaped hill/street. Thank you for all you do and have done for us. We look forward to being able to visit and party again. Thank you all for remembering us and for the care packages and letters. Please know you will always be apart of our family. Thank you as well to the many new and renewed friendships from the little corner of the desert where livestock literally outnumber the human population. This is an adventure that I couldn't do alone.
-Nate Taylor
We lived in Eagle Mountain on our own little piece of heaven. It wasn't the house, but the street. We had some incredible neighbors, and this is an understatement; they had become family. I had started to gain momentum with an apprenticeship/mentorship that was beginning to turn profitable, in many ways more than just financially. This had become an education, that I really enjoyed, and started to find my rhythm.
We were required to pack up our entire house and relocate to an unknown location in less than 48 hours. Needless to say, I was as low as a person could get. Confused, angry, terrified, just to start; I sat back as an entire neighborhood showed up and packed my house. More than a few tears were shed in a very short amount of time. That night my dear wife came to me with tear filled eyes;
"We need to move to Delta. I can't believe I'm saying this, but we need to move to Delta."
I didn't know if she was still in shock, or if I had completely lost my mind. But we were headed home to Delta. We spent the next three weeks living in friend's basements, while my daughter finished a play, she had auditioned for and had endured countless hours of rehearsal. As we closed the car door and closed the door on that chapter of our life, we drove away, still filled with confusion and fear. As we drove toward our new home in Delta, I asked my wife again, are you certain about going to Delta. She swore up and down, she would never, under no circumstance, move to Delta.
"We have to move to Delta, for you." She said. She went on to explain that she had been given much comfort over the past evening from inspiration why we needed to be in Delta. She felt very strongly that it was for me we needed to be there. At the time she felt strongly it was because I had been dealing with PTSD, and that I needed to be around family and people I grew up around.
I was completely lost in the world, trying to ride my wife's coat tails, hoping to escape from the world and hide in a small town and simply disappear. I thought I could hide and start fresh. Basically create a new identity. The only thing in my life was pain. I struggled to find good in anything. I blamed myself for everything, even things that were 100% out of my control. I saw it as my family was to be punished for all of my sins and wrong doings.
After the seizure, and as I have been out of the hospital, I have realized there was nothing coincidence. Rather a loving Father in Heaven preparing me and my family for a much more violent attack, and gave us the armor that was strong enough to "bend but not break." We needed this small community, as much as we miss and love our family and friends in Eagle Mountain. We needed this little farm town in the middle of nowhere, it's not the edge of the Earth, but you can see it from here.
We have been rallied around more than is even possible to express.
A dear friend told me:
"The day things seem to fall apart, they are actually falling into place."
I had never heard it said like this, but it really struck home.
To all my/our loved ones on that crazy elbow shaped hill/street. Thank you for all you do and have done for us. We look forward to being able to visit and party again. Thank you all for remembering us and for the care packages and letters. Please know you will always be apart of our family. Thank you as well to the many new and renewed friendships from the little corner of the desert where livestock literally outnumber the human population. This is an adventure that I couldn't do alone.
-Nate Taylor
We love and miss you all! Especially on warm summer nights when everyone convene on our little street. You have a large group of cheerleaders on silver view way.
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