waitingPeople ask me all the time when my husband is coming home.  I feel like the pregnant lady that always gets asked “you still haven’t had that baby?!”  Then, it dawned on me that I really haven’t given an update on our story.  So… here’s the skinny… or the fat… depending on how you look at it. 🙂

I posted a blog titled My Plea in July.  This blog requested prayer to help us get my husband stationed back in Jacksonville, FL.  Many of you shared that post.  It received over 600 hits.  Hundreds of prayers went up on our behalf and God listened.

The very next day after posting that prayer request a friend emailed me that she had a contact in our Senator’s office.  That led to another contact to the person that handles military issues in the Senator’s office.  She sent a request to the Navy to have my husband stationed in Jacksonville.

A few weeks later, my husband received orders to a ship in San Diego, California.  This was not what we had hoped for, but I knew that God was still working in this situation.  Basically, these orders did not faze me one bit.  I emailed our contact in the Senator’s office to give her the update on orders.  She sent another request to the Navy.  That was Tuesday, September 3rd.  A few days later, on Friday, my husband received an email stating that he would be getting an order modification to report to a squadron in Jacksonville, Florida.

Answered prayer… YES!  I can’t really explain other than to say that my faith never failed.  I truly just knew that he would come home.  I didn’t know how it would happen, but I just knew.  Recently, I sang a song at church titled “He Can Move Mountains.”  I truly believe that!  God can do anything.  Do not let your knowledge of your own capabilities limit God.

Anyway, we have a letter from the Senator’s office and from the Navy stating this modification.  However, to my knowledge, my husband does not currently have the new orders.  Here’s where it gets tricky.  I did say to my knowledge.  It has been a really long time since that email.  My husband has been frustrated and impatient… just wanting to know a date when he will come home.

Recently though, he doesn’t really mention it.  He makes comments about mailing stuff home so he doesn’t have to take it through the airport… about “checking out”… and ignores my questions regarding orders.

So, to answer your question… I have no idea when he’s coming home.  I just know that he is.  And while I want him home now, I would wait forever.  God has taken care of us thus far and everything happens in His timing.

I would like to say though that if somehow my husband is able to pull off a surprise homecoming, someone better have a video camera rolling!

I can’t find the words that truly capture how I feel about all the prayers that we have received over the past two years… especially the ones based on my post from people who don’t even know us.  I am humbled that anyone would use their time with God on our behalf.

If you shared my post before, please share this one.  I want people to know that prayer works… that their prayer was heard.  And, to say a humble thank you from our family.

“Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.” Habakkuk 2:3b


Grab a Snickers…


SnickersA few weekends ago, the boys and I were in Lake City, Florida, at a baseball tournament.  It was my oldest son’s last tournament of the season.  Since both boys were playing in the tournament, I was trying my best to divide my time fairly.

On Saturday, my oldest son’s first game wasn’t his best.  He struck out.  He may have even struck out twice… not really sure since I was going back and forth between fields.  He plays outfield and nothing came his way.  So, there was no redemption on defense.

After that game, he was angry and sad.  He sat in my chair and cried.  He tried his best to fight it off because he never cries, but the sorrow won.  I tried so hard to console him… “you’ll do better next game… even major league players strike out… you can’t help that no one hit a ball your way… I’m proud of you, son.”  On and on I went, grasping at anything I could to make his pain go away.  Nothing helped.  He finally told me to just leave him alone.  So, I did.

I walked out to our truck to charge my phone, crying the whole way.  When I made it to the truck, I lost it.  I sat there inside the tinted windows and sobbed.  I was so broken-hearted that I couldn’t help him.  I knew his dad would have some manly words of wisdom that I lacked.  That made me more sad because dad isn’t here!  I went on and on in my head and by the time I was done I had come to the conclusion that both boys would be scarred for life because their dad has been gone for two years.  I suck as a stand-in… we have entered a black hole.

I managed to pull myself together enough to venture back out to the field.  If anyone would’ve looked at me or spoken to me I would’ve lost it again.  I was barely hanging on…  I mean, I am leading my family into a pit of despair.

I walked back to our “camp” where my son was standing.  He said, “hey mom.  Where have you been?”  I told him I went to the truck to charge the phone.  His next words totally stumped me… “I’m ok now, mom.  I bought a Snickers.  I was really hungry.  When is our next game?” ………………………………………………..  HUH?!

I said “are you kidding me?!  I have been crying for 10 minutes thinking that you are scarred for life and you were just hungry?!”  He didn’t believe that I had been crying until I showed him my red eyes, but then simply said “yes, I was hungry.  I’m fine now, mom.”  And then just walked away…

I have now decided that my son is the person for whom Snickers created their commercials.  I have also decided that I will carry one with me at all times.  Speechless!

Added note, the very next game he threw a kid out at home plate from center field, walked, and scored a walk-off double.  Probably, one of the top games of his life.  Baseball is a cruel sport… 🙂

And, Snickers… feel free to send us any product for the endorsement. 😉

“And he answered them, “Whoever has two tunics is to share with him who has none, and whoever has food is to do likewise.”” Luke 3:11