LOOKING FOR A NEW HOME


Three stripers caught at Lake Powell
Lately, my husband and I made two trips to Page, Arizona to look at housing and properties. We haven't settled on anything yet but we are in the market. His brother died a couple of months ago and he is strapped with the responsibility of handling the property that he and his brother and sister owned. So moving may be out of the question for now.
 
If and when we move the fact that we both love to fish and he likes to hunt makes the area intriguing. I used to live there and that's where I started in a worship team.
 

Lone Rock camp area
I still have many friends there at the church Faith Bible Chapel. Here in Gallup, the only friends I have are where I've been leading worship for the past 8 years. Recently, our friends from New Jersey moved here and that may open new doors for the friendships that both Terry and I need.
 
As a manager of a small mobile home community, I believe the Lord has put me here to minister to the tenants. Several times they come into the office just to talk or to pray with me.
 
Looking toward Wahweap Marina
There's no job service other than a county workforce office that doesn't counsel anyone or help people find work. They have a huge book for the locals to ponder over and a few computers. I don't think their office is of any use here. Employers are looking for people that their employees might know to hire and it's rare to find work. Several of our tenants live in other cities just to have a job.
 
 
 
 
   El Morro Theatre, Gallup, NM
 
 
 

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