That’s what I want to know. I want to go to our next duty station because I love a good adventure; but at the same time, I don’t want to leave our wonderful life that we’ve lived in Texas.
Our life is so different now! Let me count the ways:
– Fireball is four years old; I was pregnant with him when we moved to Texas;
– When we moved to Texas five years ago, I was mom to five, and leave as mom of seven (!);
– We’ll be starting our third year of homeschooling this summer (wow!);
– We love our Catholic faith (we were a little…casual…in years past);
– I’m almost the mother of a TEENAGER! Wow, what fun! I love teenagers!!!
– I never would have imagined that I would have a wonderful, deeply fulfilling and very successful business (all praise and thanks to Holy God, as Father Richard would say), but I do!;
– We’re leaving here, having done two full (very full!) deployments in the space of four years–not counting time gone for training;
– My cup overfloweth with the most amazing circle of good and Godly friends any girl could ever hope to have. (sigh)
The act of picking up your life and moving it creates an inescapable vacuum from which there is no escape. In other words, it sucks.
Sorry for the low-brow; I’m so tired, I can’t really find another word to describe it. “It’s hard” doesn’t quite articulate the sorrow (not that “moving s*cks” could ever be mistaken for articulate). But at the same time, I know that only good things are ahead. I absolutely believe the Lord when He said through Jeremiah that His plans are only to prosper us.
Gotta stop defining God’s ways by what we think prosperity is. I believe that the prosperity in the Mind of God has nothing to do with a balance sheet or worldly opinions; I think it’s all about the ultimate prosperity: Heaven. And if I have to go live in the desert for four years to get closer to that, well, you know, So Be It.
I will go, joyfully.