July 8th, 2010

Thankful on a Thursday

Thankful on a Thursday

Sitting here, I'm trying to think of something to be thankful for... and it hits me. Why is it so difficult to be thankful? Why is it so hard to think of things to be thankful for? I just took a breath, isn't that something worthy enough for thanks?

It's true, I'm ashamed to say. Whether it's at Testimony Service during church or "Thankful on a Thursday" here at the blog, I find myself struggling to profess my thankfulness.

But instead of struggling, the thankfulness should just pour from me like water from an overflowing cup, for truly "my cup runneth over."

No, I'm not wealthy. No, I'm not some world-famous writer. No, I don't own my own house on my own land. No, I'm not drop-dead gorgeous.

We struggle each month to pay the bills. I struggle to find something interesting to say here on the blog. We struggle because we live in a ghetto house in a ghetto neighborhood. I struggle because I am still lugging around some extra "baby rolls."

Yet, we have made it financially, despite have no income for 6 weeks due to my maternity leave. Yet, I have made friends through the blogs, friends that encourage, support, and inspire me. Yet, we just finished painting our living room a wonderful green, and now I'm excited to come home to my happy room. Yet, I have managed to lose all the lb. weight from having a baby, and just managed to wear a skirt that I hadn't worn for two years.

You see? Yes, there are many things that could be but are not. We do have our struggles, and plenty of them. YET! Yet, in spite of all that, God has still continued to bless us. How else would you explain our being able to go without any income for 6 weeks while I was on maternity leave, and then on only half income for 6 weeks after that? Micah and I looked back to how much we spent during that time (mostly on diapers!) and we're amazed. How? How did we make it? It doesn't make sense? We should have been severely lacking? Where did the money come from?

I think we all know exactly where it came from.


And we're going to have to lean a little more on that faith here for the next few months and we have several things planned but due to the Coast Guard changing some plans (more on that later!), we're having to scrimp quite a bit.

But you know what? I'm thankful.

I'm thankful for what God has done, is doing, and will do.

So thanks in advance God, for the finances that You are going to take care of, for the friends You are going to bring, for the home You are making and the one You have in store for us, and for the baby rolls that You are taking away.

Though I might need to talk to Mr. Elliptical Machine about that last one, too.


Hurry up! No, wait! Oh, nevermind!

Thus describes life as military reserve.

First they told Micah to be ready to leave for Louisiana within a few days, then they told him that he wouldn't be going with THAT wave, but he would be going with the next wave but until then he would begoing to Bethel for inspections. As soon as he got back from that, they talked about sending him to Kotzebue right away, but for some reason it's getting squelched by someone higher up.

Oh. And remember the C-School that he was supposed to go to in just two weeks? Well, apparently when it looked like he was being sent down to Louisiana, some brilliant yeoman canceled the orders for C-School. They just found this out the other week and guess what, the enrollment for the school is full and so Micah can't get in. Yeah... his Lt. was.not.happy when he found out.

So right now, we don't really know what's going on. We do know that Micah won't be going to the C-School this year, which means he won't get the qualifications that we were hoping he would get, which means no promotions, and he's stuck doing desk-work instead of being out in the field because he's not qualified. Brilliant, I tell you, brilliant!

On one hand, I'm glad Micah won't be leaving for all those weeks, but at the same time, we had it all worked out. We had plans for the money, were hoping to pay off some debt... but what are we to do, right?

But this also means that Micah still has 20-something days of drill that need to be completed, which means we still need a babysitter. We had a babysitter lined up, but she's a teacher and goes back to work in August. Thus, a very narrow window for him to complete all these drills with the least amount of complications.

At least know we know what is happened. Now we can plan.

Which means, we also need to buy his plane ticket to Montana for our upcoming Family Reunion, as the Coast Guard WAS going buy it (as part of his travels down to Virgina)... and they definitely aren't going to now!

So... military life. Has some good, has some bad... but mmm, I love a man in uniform!