It’s funny how experience brings to life stories in the Bible that we’ve read but never quite grasped.
Mathew 25:1-13, The Parable of the 10 Virgins and their Lamps, has always been a source of struggle for me. I never quite understood why the bridegroom would refuse them entry. It’s not the overall meaning of being prepared for Christ’s return that I struggled with, it was the details of the parable itself. Really, what’s wrong with being fashionably late to a party?
Military life, parenthood, homeschooling, and ministry all hold fast to some very important truths.
Are you picking up on the theme? Change. It is inevitable. Avoid getting comfortable because that’s when it all hits the fan. So that’s my life. Everything changes.
So why did I find that chicken sandwich so upsetting?
Yep. That’s me. The real deal. (not the picture silly, the part about me being a Military Spouse)
Whether you are part of this military life or not I bet we have a few things in common and a few out of the box crazy stories we could share. Let me start by saying that my #1 favorite thing about Military life is the community that surrounds it.
I love meeting new people from all walks of life and all different places. I love that I can say I have friends in nearly every state and quite a few across the ocean.
Today I’m excited to link up with a few more. Thank you Mal and Samantha for the opportunity.
While my soldier is gone every unexpected knock at the door sends my imagination into overdrive. I discovered a poet by the name of May Hill recently. She is a mother from World War II who writes poetry about her son, her thoughts, and her prayers. Every time I stumble upon an author whose view point was of waiting from the homefront it is such a treat. No matter how many decades separate us there is a bond between those who are left behind.
So it has begun. The long nights, the waiting anxiously to hear from my husband. It feels at times like the challenge is just to get from this day to our reuniting. The in-between is just what we endure as we wait.
That’s not good enough for me.
If he is gone 1 day or 500 days each one is still a gift. I refuse to allow those days, weeks, and months to be stolen by worry.
Each and every day I want to awake in the morning and lie down at night knowing that today… today was and is a good day.
Have you read the Book of Esther? If not it’s a must read. This woman is a great example to us. Ripped from her family she was forced into a life style she did not desire and spent a year preparing to have one night with the king. And if she was good enough in the sack she would end up his Queen. Nope no pressure.
I can already sense the difference. I’ve been told that each deployment brings with it new challenges and no two are the same. This time… I’m pretty sure… is going to be all about the children.
Daddy left for a month. And they fell apart. We entered the world of baby talk, bed wetting, and continuous tears (a world we exited along with diapers over 2 years ago). One night our middle daughter nearly hyperventilated just desiring a hug from dad.
Needless to say, I took a short hiatus from blogging. But I’m back. And for now I’m focusing on my kids.
Our secret indulgences hurt no one. The things we do late at night affect only our waist line and insomnia. Pornography and Chocolate really have nothing in common, or do they.
As an Army Wife I know the struggle of loneliness, the pain of separation. There are quick fixes to sooth these aches and I would like to suggest two: Pornography and Chocolate.
As a military wife I have struggled with spouts of depression. The topic has come up a number of times lately, especially since the uniform switch. Some of the men headed out are in new uniforms and wives have told me that it brings with it spouts of anxiety attacks and just overwhelming sadness at what lies ahead. It is a hard life that we have been called to. But depression does not have to control us. Today’s post to The Esther Project is just a chance to evaluate where we are and how to move forward.
Today’s post was written by Deb and is taken from 5 Minutes for Faith with Deb’s permission of course.
