It's amazing how much difference having my husband home makes in my outlook. This week has not been pretty. Monday was leading up to the election. Tuesday was the election. Wednesday morning we found out that we lost the election. Then we found out our checking account and savings account were empty because Seth's travel expenses came through before his expense report did. Normally, this would have sent me into a tailspin, and I'd be freaking out and jumping at my own shadow. (Moms, we're okay. Everything worked out fine. Praise God.)
Part of my mind says, "Really, God should do that for you. You shouldn't be dependent on the presence of your husband for mental and emotional bouyancy." But God designed the family structure intentionally, and I fought it for a long time. I spent a year and a half insisting that I didn't need a man, and God has used the past eight years to show me that yes, I do. The way I need Seth is the way I need God, only smaller. It in no way compromises my responsibilities or my capacities. If anything, his presence enhances both. With our family structure restored, I'm freed from all the worry and stress that came from doing what needed to be done, alone.
Alone is one of the worst words in the English Lexicon in my opinion. Lonely can have romantic connotations. Lonesome is an insubstantial heart sound. It can be wrapped around other thoughts or feelings. It can be pushed away by work or company. But alone is the substance of walking into a house and being greeted by a silence that only you will break for the next three months. Alone rips the ribs off your heart and leaves it exposed to all the elements as they come at you. Alone means having no close equal, no constant witness, no designated partner for this project called life. And Lord willing, I'll never have to face that feeling again.
No longer do I have to store up family memories to share with him on his return. He'll be here to make those memories with us. In my mind's eye, holidays and summer vacations recede into the future like bright, golden memories uninterrupted by the prospect of deployment or training. I tell you, it's a wonderful sight.
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