We got nothing we asked for.
Where we're going wasn't even on "the list."
It isn't overseas.
It's home.
More specifically, Quantico, Virginia.
My husband has been snagged to be an instructor there at the school. We likely will not get to go to a second post because he'll spend the next two years instructing others how to get here. We feel a little bit robbed. We signed up for this duty so we could see the world and travel to at least 2 overseas posts. This change was not something we were expecting. Not at all. That's partly why its a little hard to swallow right now. We were preparing to go to Africa or Central America or somewhere around the world. We weren't expecting to go to Virginia. I know this sounds like a complaint, like more whining. Maybe it is, a little. Mostly though, its me trying to wrap myself around a new idea, adjusting to something I never even considered to be a possibility. My boys are totally excited about it. And for that I am very thankful. They have probably had their fill of this life and could care less about going somewhere beside the U.S. They can't wait to eat Fruity Pebbles again. They can't wait to walk into a Walmart. They can't wait to see their old friends.
So I put on a happy face for them. I think I'll be happy about it in a few days. But not yet. Right now I'm disappointed. This isn't what we bargained for and its hard to give up all the hopes and expectations I have had for the past few months. Its hard to accept that this is God's will for us. I know in my head that He is sending us where He wants us, and that is exactly where I want to be. But in my heart, I can't help but wonder.
So there you have it. Very soon you will be checking in at this address and find that the name of my blog has changed to At Home In Virginia.
Huh. What a surprise!
Marla
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