>..yep. That’s the Army for ya. Aaron will be delayed from when we thought he was coming home. At first I was super ticked off because 1) Korea is the biggest Army fail, ever, and 2) I have way too many expectations of things that are not in my control… Hmm. I wonder why I keep having opportunities to learn this lesson. Annnnnd I’m pretty sure I jinxed it…

After I got everything out, and maybe some choice words escaped my mouth, I realized that this actually will work out better. We will have less time at home before we leave, but we have a lot to do so we won’t be pulled in five million directions and driving all over central Illinois to see people. This is not a vacation; this is preparing for a cross-country move. Now that it’s getting closer, I’m starting to realize that I need to take it more seriously. At some point we will be living under the same roof, in the same country, and even, are you ready for this? in the same time zone.

Today I worked out our budget in case we didn’t get an advance on our moving money. I went ahead and budgeted in money for spending in case we could go to Highland Games, which is now the weekend before the arrival date. Now, we can use that money to spend a couple nights at our favorite hotel to have some alone time before everything breaks loose and to also celebrate our anniversary.

Last year we celebrated early, and the year before we celebrated it late in a nasty Econolodge in Pit-of-Hell, Missouri, after Basic Training graduation. (The town was actually called St. Robert; I added my own colorful moniker. Sorry if there was any confusion.) It’s seriously been a year since we’ve had even one whole day to ourselves.

I really try to not complain about the Army and its shenanigans. I know that we knowingly chose this lifestyle and all that comes with it. Living this way does afford many things that are a huge blessing, like housing that’s paid for, great health insurance, and guaranteed paychecks (unless of course, certain people don’t feel like paying our military….). Aaron has had great training that will benefit him long beyond his military service.

I’m ready to get this show on the road.

>Uncertainty is not always a bad thing.

>We have our lives mapped out for us, even before we’re born. Our parents dream about what activities we’ll be in, who our friends might be, what schools we’ll go to. Then we grow up and start planning our own lives. Sometimes we resort to certain decisions because of a lack of no choice, but in the end things work out for good.

Although I may complain (me, never!) about the Army and all the uncertainties (and bullcrap) it’s brought, it’s just what we I needed to get off my overachieving, anticipating every moment high horse. We have five more years of this lifestyle, and more likely than not, he won’t reenlist. I am totally okay with that. Like, totally.

The best thing, though, is that I have no idea what will be happening when those five years are up. I mean, I have some ideas… have a child of our own, adopt a child, travel, buy a lovely house on the side of a mountain with a view of a lake and a hot tub on the deck and a library room with thousands of books and a baby grand adjacent to the dining room…. yeah. Or not. I have said before that we have felt a call to be missionaries, somewhere, sometime.

But right now, we don’t know where, and we don’t know when. We aren’t even sure if our mission field will be extended internationally. Honestly, it’s what I’m praying and hoping for, but who knows. I’ve learned in the past eight months or so that it’s not up to me.

And I embrace that. I love that in our covenant with God, we have total freedom to dream big dreams, and even in our uncertainty, He knows all things and is completely sovereign. Amazing, really, how it all fits together.