Remember when I vaguely mentioned we had some stuff going on with us in this post? Well it all happened this weekend. What happened you ask? This happened:
Yep, on Saturday morning, the man of my dreams got on a plane to Afghanistan for the year. It was a sweet and rough weekend of goodbyes but irreplaceable memories. Sam and I sat up Friday night praying for each other and trying to laugh. He looked at me and said, “I know without a doubt in my mind this is God’s will for our family. And whenever you’re following the Lord, the highs will be higher and the lows will be lower. This is just a low point but we have to keep rejoicing.” So my man, I will keep rejoicing as my feet creep over to your side of the bed trying to find yours or when I have the privilege to tell Bud that his daddy is fighting for justice in a place that so desperately needs it and that he will be back so soon.
I sat on the couch last night watching movies on Netflix, eating a ridiculous amount of candy, and drinking a healthy-sized glass of wine and and had myself a good cry. Then I clung to Scripture like my life depended on it. Psalm 73:26 — I begged him to be my portion and my strength. Isaiah 41:10– He is my God, He will strengthen, help me, and uphold me in his righteous right hand.
I know these things to be true and He will be my breath. I know now that I can’t get through this without the Lord, it’s as simple as that. I must have His strength. It’s my lifeline.
I know each day will get a little easier, definitely not easy, but easier. I will hold those conversations so dearly that Sam and I had Friday night and will count down the days until he gets home. Saturday morning when we woke up, I tried to tell him that I talked to Afghanistan and they didn’t need him anymore. They had miraculously found peace and were all playing bridge together. But for some reason, he didn’t believe me. It was worth a shot.