Day 53: Making of a miltary wife

Sunday's are the bane of my existence during this deployment. They are our family day and being short one is difficult. I know I have said this about every Sunday, but it is true. Sundays are hard because the truth of him being gone is glaringly obvious. I didn't get to talk to Ian much today, because I was volunteering at church so I had to be there early. Ian called just as I was on my way to church so I was able to get in about 10 minutes of conversation. The best part was, though, that he and I were able to chat for a few minutes via Yahoo Instant Messenger on my phone when I was in between services. Again, we didn't have long because I had to do stuff for the church, but it was still good. My husband also got to talk to my mom and step-dad. They are his biggest supporters, after me of course, and he got to chat with them and tell them how he is doing. I was a little jealous because I wanted to talk to him, but couldn't because I was busy. But mostly, I was happy that they got to talk to Ian and I know I cannot monopolize all his phone calls. :-) After church we went home and hung out for the day. I got a lot of laundry done to get the kids ready for school to start next week. Tomorrow, we get to try on clothes to see what fits! Fun times.

Obviously, this is not biblical, but I like the descriptions about a military wife. Hope you enjoy.

Making of a Military Wife

Author: Unknown

When the good Lord was creating Wives, he was into his sixth day of overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "You're having a lot of trouble with this one. What's wrong with the standard model?"

And the Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, but must be sponsored to get on post; have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments; be a perfect hostess to 4 or 40; run on black coffee; handle emergencies without a manual; be able to handle flu, birthdays and moves around the world; have a kiss that can cure anything from a child's torn Valentine to a husband's weary day; have the patience of a saint when waiting for the Unit to return home; and have six pairs of hands."

The angel shook her hand slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way!"

And the Lord answered, "Don't worry, we'll make other military wives to help. Besides it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. It must swell with pride in her husband, sustain the ache of separations, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so and be large enough to say, "I Understand" when she doesn't, and 'I love you' regardless."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently. "Rest... finish this tomorrow!"

"I can't," said the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something unique. Already I have one who heals herself when she's sick, can feed three unexpected guests who are stuck in the area due to bad weather, and can wave good-bye to her husband, from a pier, off a runway and understand that it is important to his country that he leaves."

The angel circled the model of the military wife very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

"But tough," said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this woman can do or endure."

"Can it think?"

"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2 p.m."

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."

"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."

"What's it for?" asked the angel.

"It's for joy. Sadness. Disappointment. Pain, loneliness and pride!"

"You are a genius," sighed the angel.

The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."