Flying out...

I thought it would be easier to say goodbye this time. I had already held him in my arms one last time and kissed him goodbye.

He's been TDY since Jan 2nd, so I really thought that this would be just an extension of that absence.

Not so. We spoke on the phone today. He told me he was flying out to the sandbox in the next hour or so. We told each other "I love you!" and my voice cracked. I cried. I hope he didn't hear it in my voice. He thinks I'm strong. He knows I am capable of changing a tire or climbing up on the roof to check the shingles. He's seen me balance the calendars of 5 kids and be nursemaid, chef, and taxi driver.

It's just that my best friend is no longer here. He's not in this state, he's not even in our country. That makes me sad. It made me cry to think that he was going so far away.

I don't want him to think I can't do this. I can. I can if I remember Philippians 4:13 for Pete's sake!

Because I am strong. "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." As long as "I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."

I think I'm going to be reading the book of Philippians a lot this year.

Comments

Needles, Fabric, Chisels, and Wood…Life is GOOD! said…
As I have said before, I am praying for you and your family. Deployments are TOUGH even for those of us with great support systems.
January 25, 2010 at 6:46 PM
fawndear said…
You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers. Hang in there. I'd be more worried if you didn't cry and get down because of the deployment. This just means your normal and have feelings. And just so you know. I think you're Wonder Woman. You have amazing strength and it will be there when you really need it.
January 27, 2010 at 6:42 AM
Pinkshoelady said…
Hi,
Wow! I will certainly add you guys to our prayer list!
I read your profile before reading this post. My first htoughts were I'd like to meet her!
Thanks for praying for us. It has been a long but faith producing journey. Know this you have been moved to the top of our prayer list tonight.
I'll be back to visit again.
Pamela
January 28, 2010 at 1:36 PM
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