Cherishing Communication…


This week has been crazy.  On top of everything else, it was my oldest son’s birthday on Friday.  Most of you know all of the little details and tasks that must be completed for birthday preparation.  Doing it by yourself, is a challenge.  I know that there are many of you out there that manage the same things.  With us, there is the added “missing daddy” issue.  It’s so hard to have holidays, especially birthdays without daddy.  Most of us military families don’t have family close by, so dad not being there is a big deal.

I don’t give myself too much “down time.”  When I stop, I get sad.  This hit me Wednesday night while at my church fellowship meal.  Somehow, I ended up with all kids at my table.  Once they were done, I was alone.  My mind had a moment to hear all of the family chatter going on around me and my heart ached for my husband.  He should have been there with me… we would’ve be laughing… we would’ve been together.  I cried.

I am so thankful for Skype.  We’ve been through deployments without Skype or email, hoping you don’t miss the occasional phone call.  Skype is making this separation a little less painful.  The boys and I are able to share our life moments with daddy in real-time.  My oldest was able to show daddy his birthday presents, my youngest was able to show daddy the plant he’s been growing, and I was able to laugh with my love.  It is so comforting to be able to see his face, hear his voice, have a conversation, laugh.  It doesn’t compare to being able to hold his hand, have his arms around me, watch him wrestle with boys, or hear him snoring at night, but it’s something.  And right now, something is far better than nothing.

Don’t take what you have for granted.  Those little annoyances that your spouse may have… appreciate them.  I guarantee you, when they are gone, those are the first things you’ll miss.

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23

Sno Cone Day…


My week has been busier than usual.  I car pool with another family taking the kids to and from school.  This week, the dad has been in the hospital and I’ve done all of the shuttling.  I was running around this morning trying to get my boys out the door.  I remembered that it’s “sno cone day” at school.  I then start mad search for two one dollar bills.  (My husband always had the cash!)  Mind you the school doesn’t give change, they just “accept extra as a donation.” Whatever!

Anyway, I found two dollar bills on my dresser and figured I must be living right for God to have put them right there!  We get in the truck and head to pick up the other boy.  Once he was in, I asked him how is dad was doing.  He said “he’s still in the hospital.”  Then, my son asks “did you bring a dollar?”  I immediately thought “oh crap!”  I know that the boy’s dad has been in the hospital and I’m sure the LAST thing on his mom’s mind is “sno cone day!”

The boy said “no, why?”  My son… “it’s sno cone day!”  I knew I didn’t have any more money.  I almost got mad at my son for bringing it up.  Then, much to my proud amazement, my son pulled his dollar out of his pocket (I’m tearing up right now) and gave it to the boy and said “now you can get a sno cone.”

I have had a lot of proud moments with my boys and some not so proud moments, but this one stands out for me.  My son gave up his sno cone for another.  That might not be big in your book, but to a third grader… that’s HUGE!  Sometimes, my boys drive me crazy and  wonder if they’ll ever “get it.”  Today I saw a glimpse of the men I want them to become.  The blessings we receive when we give to another are so much more than whatever we gave.  What are you giving?

“A generous man will himself be blessed, for he shares his food with the poor.” Proverbs 22:9

Taking it All in Stride…


That is me in the back holding the dripping baseball glove.  We were at a party and my son’s glove got thrown into the pool.  Normally, I would panic.  Not only do gloves and water not mix well, but it was about 7pm and he had a game at 9am the next morning.  You see my son’s face in the picture… he was a little apprehensive, too.  I have no idea where he gets it from. 😉

Anyway, back to panic.  Normally, my OCD would take over and my insides would start screaming.  This was an event of which I had no control.  In these situations, my husband usually calms the storm.  He can get riled up, but if he sees me in a “crazy” state, he fixes it, calms my nerves, and everything is ok.  I don’t have that luxury right now.  And yes, I do mean luxury.  Just like I don’t have the luxury of someone carrying the groceries in the house, cleaning the kitchen after I cook, mowing the grass, and on and on.

With some helpful advice from my son’s coach (and our good friend), I was able to dry the glove enough that he could use it.  It did take me an oven, a hair dryer, and a few hours, but I got it done.  He played the next day… even got a home run.  This one I was actually there to see!

I am determined to not stress out during this two-year assignment.  I know that I will at some point, but I’m determined not to let it take over and be a constant emotion.  So far, I’ve done pretty good (other than when I lost my mind – see previous blog).  I do the things I can, when I can.  Right now, my floor is serious need of mopping.  We “get to” leave for practice in 30 minutes.  So, I figured I had time to write… not mop.  I’ve also asked for help when I needed it.  It’s hard for me, but I’m learning that I can.

I don’t know why God has put Ray and I on separate sides of the world for the next two years.  I do know that He has taken care of us so far and His plans are ALWAYS better than mine.  I take each day as it comes and try to find or be a blessing in each one.

“”For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11

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