My husband serves in the United States Air Force. He deployed to Afghanistan for six and a half months before our kids were born and has been on countless TDY’s since.
I am not one to publicly proclaim my heart or give big shout outs to my husband on social media for birthdays, anniversaries, or even Veterans Day. It’s not that I’m trying to hide it, but I don’t want it to seem like I’m bragging about our relationship or how great he is.
With Veterans Day this weekend, I realized I need to make sure he knows how proud I am of him. I need to intentionally voice it. So at dinner tonight, I reached across the table and took hold of his hand. I thanked him for serving our country and told him I was so proud. It surprised him and he said, “Aw, thanks baby. Thank you for serving with me. I know it’s not easy.” He is such a sweetheart.
Okay, I will brag a little… Last week he flew to DC and briefed the Vice Chief of Staff of the Air Force at the Pentagon! He did a great job, and I’m very proud of him.
I also want to thank the rest of the people in our armed forces, past and present, who have sacrificed so much to protect our country. You have given your time, your energy, and sometimes your lives. You’ve taken the fight overseas but left your heart at home. You’ve left your home town to ensure that it remains a free place. You’ve trained, you’ve studied, you’ve persevered, you’ve struggled, you’ve excelled, you’ve conquered. Thank you for my freedom.
As a military wife, I know how hard it can be on the families who feel left behind. These people are the life blood of the military, the ones who stay up late at night praying for protection for the troops and worrying until the moment when their love is back in their arms. These families are what give the soldiers hope and purpose. Their support is vital to the mission, so I want to thank all the families of veterans as well.
Sometimes I feel like the government owns us, and my lack of control aggravates me. Decisions like where and when we move are made for us. But other days I couldn’t be prouder, and I know that I am part of a big story. I also know that we don’t make a single move without the Lord right there with us, each step of the way.
When we moved to Seattle, everything fell into place so perfectly for us that we knew it was the hand of God. We were only to live there for eleven months before moving again, which meant we couldn’t waste any time getting settled in. Typically, on past moves, it has taken us at least six months to find a church and feel at home in a new place. But in Seattle, we quickly found our church, a preschool, and a great rental home, which we completely set up and decorated within the first month. On top of that, one of my husband’s best friends from high school lives in Seattle with his wife, so we were thankful to live in the same area as them for a while.
Likewise, upon moving to Ohio, we already had quite a few close friends from college and past bases living there. It was providential to have a great support system in place because they helped with the kids when I hit rock bottom and went to the hospital. And our family was now within driving distance so they could help too.
Despite feeling a little unstable sometimes in this military lifestyle, I know that God not only sees the bigger picture, but has it all under control. He is involved in every detail of our lives. His sovereignty shows up when I have no control. When I lean on him, he holds me up and sustains me.
“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10
Thank you again to all who serve!
Our new flag and the last rose of the season.