Our new furture is fast approaching.
I’ve prayed to the Lord several times to ease my anxiousness about this life-changing move. Not only are we moving from Hawaii to Kentucky, but my husband and I are leaving a lifestyle that we’ve kown most of our lives–the life of a military family. We were both military brats raised in the Army. In fact, our dads knew each other back in the 80’s; they used to play raquetball together. We didn’t meet until a good 15 years later.
We both had brief interludes into the civilian world during our early 20’s, but after we were married, my husband joined the National Guard, from which he was deployed to Kosovo. Like many deployments, we found ourselves preparing for a child after his two-week vacation mid-way. With the need for medical care, our path was laid out before us, and hubby went active duty when he got back.
Now–seven years, two deployments, countless TDY’s, and five moves later–we find ourselves slipping into the civilian world in the scariest of ways. My husband is being discharged for medical reasons–directly related to his service. We have no jobs, no home, no medical insurance (for the kids and I). We have never been more unsure of what our future holds.
And it’s scary.
Still, I know I need to trust the Lord. He is all-knowing. He knows my past, my present, and my future.
You know that funny lil’ saying: “I know the Lord only gives me what I can handle, I just wish He didn’t trust me so much.” (something along those lines) Yeah, that’s how I feel.
I do trust the Lord. I’m willing to step out in faith. If I lean on Him, it will only make me stronger. If my family trusts Him, it will only bring us closer together.
One week. And then the journey begins.