The Military Waiting Game
We have officially entered PCS season which means we are starting to make goodbyes. We have already hugged and prayed over 2 families, and promised this wasn't goodbye, but only goodbye for now. I know that the goodbyes are a regular part of our lives, but that never makes them any easier. Our kids will actually say more goodbyes by the time they are 13 than most people will say in their whole lifetime.
But while we continue saying goodbyes, we are also playing our own waiting game. It's a running joke in the military that the military will wait until the last second to do anything, wait an extra 48 hours, and then they do it. So now we wait. Wait for Derek to leave for school. Wait for orders to come through. Wait for the altered orders to come through. Wait for the movers to show up. Wait for the boxes to get packed up. Wait for Derek to come back from school. Wait for leave to start. Wait... Wait... Wait...
And then, all of the sudden, those months and weeks that seemed to be dragging by will start to fly by in a blur of boxes, packing tape, air mattresses, and more tearful hugs. And then one day, the waiting will be over, we will wake up in an empty house, load our babies and fur babies into the truck, and make the 9 hour drive to our new home.
It's always so stressful while you're in the waiting period, and it's hurry, hurry, hurry, and then suddenly, the adrenaline rush is over. This PCS I'm determined to NOT be stressed. I can't control most of the things that would worry me anyways, so I might as well drop those worries at my Lord's feet every morning and walk away knowing He's got this.
But while we continue saying goodbyes, we are also playing our own waiting game. It's a running joke in the military that the military will wait until the last second to do anything, wait an extra 48 hours, and then they do it. So now we wait. Wait for Derek to leave for school. Wait for orders to come through. Wait for the altered orders to come through. Wait for the movers to show up. Wait for the boxes to get packed up. Wait for Derek to come back from school. Wait for leave to start. Wait... Wait... Wait...
And then, all of the sudden, those months and weeks that seemed to be dragging by will start to fly by in a blur of boxes, packing tape, air mattresses, and more tearful hugs. And then one day, the waiting will be over, we will wake up in an empty house, load our babies and fur babies into the truck, and make the 9 hour drive to our new home.
It's always so stressful while you're in the waiting period, and it's hurry, hurry, hurry, and then suddenly, the adrenaline rush is over. This PCS I'm determined to NOT be stressed. I can't control most of the things that would worry me anyways, so I might as well drop those worries at my Lord's feet every morning and walk away knowing He's got this.
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