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We Did It! Finished the first leg. On to the second.



First leg of the journey...done.  To say that facilitating a Financial Peace class was intimidating to David and I would be a huge understatement.  Our group was awesome and has inspired us in so many ways.  We are revisiting the first three classes beginning with savings next week inviting our teens and friends to join us.

This first step is about beginning.  Choosing to live differently.  Learning and building a base of knowledge and skills.   Developing a group of friends and support!

Next leg of the journey for this group?  We will begin again this fall rotating the facilitating and keeping our focus.

For us, the next five years our main focus and priority is to follow our budget, keep an emergency savings and avoid adding to our debt instead of dumping it.   

We have a son graduating from high school and heading to play football in college.  Another son will graduate high school in three years.  And another is finishing training in the Air Force and far away from us.

We also have parents needing more of our attention and want to be able to go more to help and spend time with them.  

In addition, our own retirement is not some abstract event way down the road but something we have not planned for and is creeping up.

Deep breath.....  God doesn't give us more then we can handle because it is ALL more then we can handle on our own.  All we can do is what we can do!!!


To my friends who have young children...please take our advice and learn this stuff now!!!



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