I was up at 5am this morning to run with John… such fun. I wish I realized how much I would enjoy the run in those first morning moments when I have to drag myself out of bed and can only think, “Why on earth am I doing this again?” Oh, yeah, because of that chocolate dessert from last night…
John told me this morning that “they” are requesting a six-month extension for him here in the desert, which means that we should be here until January 2008. And that’s good. Considering that we’re, uh, moving and everything. :smile: I like knowing that I’ll have at least about a year in our new house (with a yard! Glory Hallelujah!!) before heading off to… someplace. As I’ve stated more than a few times, I’m not a “changey” person. My mom is afraid that I’ll be one of those people who has the same hairstyle for forty years, regardless of whether I look like I’m 80 when I’m 28 or vice versa. (She also mentioned last week that I’ve been talking much more than usual about when we leave our desert home. Which, upon further reflection, made me think that I’m trying to de-sensitize myself to the idea by talking about it with her… I have to work myself up to life changes… kinda like I have to work myself back up to my 2.5 miles I was running two months ago…) So, to prove that her predictions about my hair are unfounded, I tell the hairstylist that I want a change each and every time I enter the shop. But I still come out looking pretty much the same. Same ol’ look, just slightly different lengths. Anyway… what does this have to do with where the Marine Corps tells us we are going to live? The fact that I believe it must be a prerequisite for any military wife to have won some kind of award before her marriage for being The Most Flexible Woman Around. (In life issues, not physical flexibility, of course. :smile:) Or at least have taken a good strong course in the subject. Which, as it happens, I thought I had already done on a few occasions before I met My Marine… though, apparently, one can be quite wrong about oneself.
Then in a year, who knows, except for the One who orders our days, what will happen. Most likely we’ll be moving, requesting the West Coast, of course, but not guaranteed it, and John will have one of two jobs: another instructor position at a base near here, or actually doing the stuff he teaches currently (imagine that?!) and heading to where it’s needed–in the sandy spot across the globe. Which we haven’t yet experienced as a Marine Corps family and we look toward with the expected mixed emotions–John wanting to serve his country, do what it is he signed up to do, and what practically every other Marine he works with has done, but of course not looking forward to the separation. But, hey, we’re a Marine family, serving not only our country, but our Jesus, who gives us strength in every situation. Ooh Rah! :grin:
So, all that is to say that I’m happy to know–with as much certainty as anyone who has any connection to the military can have–that we’ll be here, nice n’ close to my lil’ family and our lil’ church we love, and only a day’s drive from John’s parents… for a while yet.
Now, you know what God will probably see fit to do as His “comment” to my little posty here, to send me through another School of Flexibility, Trust, and Dependence on Him? :) Send us to, say, Japan, or something. In a month… or something like that. :wink:
