“Be very careful, then, how you live
-not as unwise but as wise,
Making the most of every opportunity
Because the days are evil.”
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“Be very careful, then, how you live
-not as unwise but as wise,
Making the most of every opportunity
Because the days are evil.”
Ephesians 5:15-16 Read More→
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Here in Canada, a new TV show has come out about the war in Afghanistan. Taking a cue from M*A*S*H, it tells the story of a military hospital in the Kandahar Airfield.
I’m not going to argue whether or not the show is realistic, or if it does any justice to the image of the Canadian military. Regardless of its quality, the thing is, I don’t want to watch it.
Now, I’ve never been to Kandahar. I’ve never fought in a war or had my life in danger. Yet I still find myself experiencing emotionally painful responses when it comes to viewing things that have to do with the war in Afghanistan.
As soon as I invest any time, whether it’s a news article, a movie or a TV show, I find myself feeling the familiar anxiety in my chest, knot in my stomach and over-all feeling of unease. It is, in fact, the same feeling I have through most of my husband’s deployments. Even though it’s been 3 years since he’s been home, it comes right back, like it never left.
Why? Honestly, that’s the subject of this blog which has so far been the hardest one I’ve written. Because it’s not something I like to admit.
Spouses at home can feel the emotional after-effects of a deployment.
We hear a lot about soldier’s struggles on return. We know that we can’t expect them to be the same. That there will be lasting changes. From the normal reintegration struggles to PTSD, invisible battle scars are something we hear about, are taught to look for in our spouses and learn to accept as a possible consequence of war just like a physical wounds.
Where does that leave us? Are we expecting ourselves to instantly feel ‘back to normal’ the moment his boots hit the ground at home? After months and months of living with lingering fear of his safety, of jumping every time you hear the news, of worry and anxiety and sleepless nights, can we just drop it all and go back to the way things were instantly?
I thought I could.
I thought I did.
The reality, though, is that I have changed too. And not just that I am more independent than I was before that first tour, or that I am stronger or more reliant on God. I am all those things.
I am also more anxious. While after years of living this life I can handle his short absences with ease, they have caused me the occasional completely-unnecessary fear for his safety. Remembrance Day turns my normally non-crier personality into a blubbery mess for weeks leading up to it.
Hardest to admit is that seeing families or reading stories of injured soldiers or those killed in action can make me feel a terrible, sometimes almost immobilizing guilt that we have seen the other side safely while they have had to endure so much.
I think it’s safe to say that my soldier is not the only one who was emotionally affected by his deployments.
So what’s my lesson in this?
• Admission that I am not perfect. It’s easy to hold the image of the un-phased military spouse. But that’s not reality and I am not her. Anyone who thinks I am has never seen my day 3 of absence meltdown or my military induced hissy-fits.
• Recognizing I have limits, and that’s okay. I don’t have to watch every movie or TV show about Afghanistan. There can be enough reality in my life without it taking over my entertainment time.
• Acceptance that God taught me a lot but I still have much more to learn. Romans 8:28 says: “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” These things could break you, but they don’t have to. Every moment has a chance to be a lesson.
So here I am, on the other side of my blog and my admission that I’m not always “okay.” It’s not so bad. My prayer is that it will reach the woman out there who is struggling thinking she’s alone in it all.
You are not alone. And you don’t always have to be okay. We’re allowed to need time to adjust too. And if your fear, anxiety or hurts are enough that you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, help is there. Please speak up.
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Kim is a child of God who believes in Grace and is grateful that His mercies are new every morning. I am a 30 year old wife of a soldier in the Canadian Army. We’ve been married 10 years and have 3 amazing kids. We have survived 3 deployments to Afghanistan as well as numerous other training and domestic operations. While I went to school to be a Social Worker, right now attempting to mother my children is my full time job. www.kimberleymills.blogspot.com
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I know it’s been a while. I don’t blame you if you don’t recognize me. Let me reintroduce myself. I’m Amber who used to be pretty regular at doing Blog Spotlights and would occasionally send Pattie some Daily Encouragements and a Blog Post or two. I wish I could say that I had disappeared because God was doing amazing things in my life and he was keeping me so busy that I just didn’t have a minute to sit down and type a few words. But, I can’t say that. Something else was keeping me away.
I was really surprised to see that I wasn’t the only one that felt like she had disappeared. My favorite Peanut Butter Ball chef admitted that she hadn’t been able to come here and write in her post Forgiveness. I really understood about wanting to, but not being able to do it.
What was keeping me away, you ask?
I was afraid. But, let me start at the beginning. A little over a year ago I quit my job. I didn’t find another one. I had been volunteering at church, but the ministries that I’m involved in do not allow me to attend Sunday School or Wednesday night church. Then, about five months ago, I got pregnant. Now, your first thought may be that I was afraid that we wouldn’t have the money. That was a concern, but not what was foremost in my mind. You see, two years before I had my son I had my first miscarriage. Then I had another. So my knee jerk reaction was to worry that I would lose this child too. I didn’t want to be afraid. I knew that it wass wrong to fear and that I needed to have faith. I needed to believe God’s promises. Over and over I begged God to take away my fear. I cried out to him to protect me and my tiny little baby. I finally began to ask him to show me why I was so much more afraid this time, after I’ve had one successful pregnancy, after I had passed the most dangerous stage for miscarriage, after every visit to the doctor showed that our baby was growing and thriving. Why was I paralyzed by fear?
It wasn’t until a week ago when I was diagnosed with iron deficiency anemia that things began to make sense.
There are two periods of my life that I will immediately name as the times that God grew my faith the most. My husband’s deployment and when I was pregnant with my son. I am no stranger to fear. This time something was different.
While I was working it was easy for me to stay fed. I mean that figuratively and literally. I listened to Christian radio everyday on the way to work and back, I ate lunch with my friend with whom I shared great food and even better conversations about religion. God even worked through our patients to minister to me, and at the time we were attending a church where I was able to ago to Sunday School as well as serve the church. My spiritual platter was spilling over the sides.
This time around, my life had transitioned into a much different routine. We started going to a larger church where I served gladly! I sing with the praise and worship team, I work with AWANA on Wednesdays and I started substitute teaching at the school. I felt like I was giving a little bit back of what had been given to me. It’s work that I love doing. But I didn’t realize that little by little I was depleting my spiritual health, until it was too late. I was sick. Very sick. And I knew that my heart was yearning for something but I was so far gone, I couldn’t tell what it was that I needed. Then I was attacked by Satan’s most dangerous weapon: Fear. The fear that consumed almost every minute of my day was a disease. Not a physical illness, but a spiritual one.
When we get sick we try to take care of ourselves and we take medicine. When my doctor called with the results from my bloodwork, she told me to eat right and take iron. Honestly, my eating habits have been pretty sorry lately. I’ve always tended to be nutritionally conscious. Blame it on being raised by a Home Economics teacher. But, combined Morning (meaning All Day) Sickness and first trimester fatigue depleted my reserves quickly. I wasn’t taking in the nutrients I needed to thrive.
After I prayed to God to tell me why I was so scared this time, he revealed to me that just as I was physically undernourished, I was spiritually anemic too. My Daily Bread routine had been reduced to occasional Bible readings. Reading my Bible was good. But it wasn’t enough to fight off spiritual attacks and minister to others. I realized that I had been starving for the food, the bread of life, that I had had in such abundance before. Just like our bodies require certain amounts of nutrients and calories for us to stay healthy, our spirit needs constant replenishment for those times that we use up our spiritual stores of energy like when we are facing times of trial or an onslaught of spiritual warfare.
God showed me that to get well, to get rid of the disease of Fear, that I need to make some serious effort to continually nourish my mind. I have to quit relying on spiritual snacks to supply everything I need and pull belly up to the banquet table. I’m going to have to feed myself a well balanced diet of the Word by reading daily, listening to teachers and making a point to interact with my Christian friends. And I’ll supplement all that with a good dose of Christian music.
I’m struggling with Fear even as I type this. But I’m getting better everyday. If you are struggling with fear in your life, pray that God will show you how to fill your mind with his love and hope leaving no room for fearful thoughts. Reach out to someone that you can trust to help you through your trial and above all be willing to accept the truths of God’s instruction in your life.
Scripture to snack on.
God is love. 1 John 4:16
If we have love, there is no need to fear. 1 John 4:18
God will deliver us from our hunger and thirst. Psalm 107:5-6
Jesus is the Bread of Life. John 6:32-33
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From time to time, we like to profile a Wife of Faith. Please meet one of our wives currently living overseas, Laurie.
How long have you been a military wife? What branch of service is your husband in?
I have been a military wife for six and a half years, however my husband and I will celebrate our 12th anniversary in May. My husband is in the Air Force, and is Active Duty.
Where all have you been stationed?
Our first base was Keesler Air Force Base in MS – this was nice because it was a 2 hour drive home. Then Hickam AFB in Honolulu, HI, yes HI, it was a wonderful 4 years in Paradise. Finally, we are stationed currently in Adana Turkey, at Incirlik AB. We just received notification we will be moving to Moody AFB in GA later this summer.
What is it like being stationed overseas? What have been the challenges? What have been the benefits (what have you enjoyed)?
Hawaii is considered overseas; after all, the continental US is 5 hours by plane away. However that assignment was like being on vacation – it was wonderful. I had a great job teaching 6th grade, and my career thrived. I had our second child in Hawaii and she is all about Island style, everything is slow and easy with her. She truly posses that Aloha spirit, she is loving and kind. We had visitors at least 3 times a year and life was truly a easy feel.
The main challenge in Hawaii was playing too much! And I have to say that if we needed to be home in a hurry we could not, it would at least take 12 hours to get to our home of record. Other than that it was fabulous.
We have been in Turkey for almost 2 years. I have to say that coming into this experience I felt a sense of anxiety, and excitement for the unknown. I studied Islam so that I could better understand my environment, and respect the culture. Turkey is 99% Islamic. I read book after book, looked online, applied for teaching jobs and studied the local area and what I could see and do. I was excited about the historical travels that we could do since I am a huge history buff.
Then came the reality. When we arrived we found that the local temperature was 115. We did not ship a car because we were told not to – big mistake. We lived in a house that was full of mold, dust and it was like living in a cave. I did not get picked up at the school to teach, which was one of my biggest challenges, because I know that without a shadow of doubt that teaching is one of my spiritual gifts and one of the main things in life that God has called me to do. However, I tried to resign myself to the knowledge that there is a plan, but in the first 6 months I could not see it. We went from having two incomes, mine being the larger to one, and a salary cut of around 3,000 a month. Our dream of doing the expensive travels to Egypt, Greece, Rome, and the Holy Land had to be put aside
My husband worked every weekend, holiday and down day in the first 18 months and any leave he requested was denied at the last minute and we were stuck here. The first Christmas we had to fly home to say goodbye to Jeff’s Grandfather because he went to “live with Jesus” as my 4 year old says. It took over 50 hours to get there. On that note, let me add that we are at least 36 hours by plane to get home. The final challenge has been that we were told before we came that Jeff would not deploy while here, but that proved to be incorrect when he received word that he was deploying for 6 months in October of 2010.
He was all set to leave in December the week before Christmas. Due to unforeseen difficulties, we actually did not say “see you later” until December 26th. I completely give God the credit here. I was so depressed about spending Christmas alone that it was unbelievable. That was my Christmas Gift from God.
An additional challenge is living here in an Islamic culture. There is very little tension between our local community and the base. However we are sometimes on lock-down due to terrorist threats, and anti-American protests. We have learned to cover up and try to blend in. Let me also say that Turkey is very liberal compared to our neighboring nations in the freedom of women. The women here choose to cover their heads or not. However you must cover your head in a Mosque. As a Blondie I stand out, so I feel very uncomfortable going out of the local area without Jeff.
You also never go anywhere alone. That is not due to Islam but common sense. I have learned that for the most part Islam is a peaceful religion it is the extremists that make it bad. There are other small things like learning to order several items online, running out of school supplies or other items and not being able to get them, and very limited resources.
The benefits to living overseas in this location are, well, really good. I have learned about Islam, and have had the opportunity to experience a new culture. Not to say I agree with it, or I am a believer, but that I can understand a little of it now. I also want to point out that a lot of our beliefs are the same. I have made, as I do in any location, lifetime friends, and I get to be there to welcome a new life into this world in about a month. I have walked on roads built 3,000 years ago and I’ve seen ruins of churches from the Romans, and early Christians. I have seen Paul’s well and walked roads in Tarsus. Before I leave I plan on going to Ephesus, Antioch and Capadoccia, where the early Christians had cities to hide from Islamic extremists. I also plan on going to Rome before I leave.
I have learned to love the easy life style: No texting, no cell phones for this family (until Jeff left), driving a right side driver beater car
, and learning to stock up on basic necessities because we never know if we will get fresh meat or milk in the commissary. You learn that life can be very simple and I really like it.
The biggest benefit that I feel that I have here however is learning to be patient, learning to trust in the greater plan and to be accepting of what I have everyday. I feel that with each base each experience there is a lesson. These are the lessons I have learned here. I also believe without a shadow of doubt that being overseas can increase our bond as a family. You have to learn to count on each other and try every day to make the best of every situation. You learn the true meaning of Air Force Family, in friends, neighbors and co-workers.
What have you struggled with during deployment? (Loneliness, raising children, etc.) How have you gotten through it?
The hardest part of this deployment has been learning to let go. I can’t control or plan everything and I have to take it day by day. My son is 9 and a half ( I am not allowed to leave off the half
). He has had a rough year to begin with; however, when we told him in November that Jeff was leaving, we started seeing a change. He is moody, angry and sometimes emotional. He has acted out with some pretty serious misbehavior at school, completely ignored any instructions that I might give him, and finally let his grades drop from A’s and B’s to C’s and F’s by not turning in the work he completes. I have tried grounding, spanking, and taking everything he wants away.
The base has limited resources and has other than a dinner once a month, only the options of going to mental health or the chaplain. There is not a support group for spouses or children dealing with deployments. I lay in bed at night and pray, and I have worked through 2 books, one on how to be a good Mom and then the Bible study Tour of Duty. I do have friends that have been supportive and listened as I vented about what was going on. The biggest difficulty, though, has been just being so far away from any family, and not having Jeff here for big events, birthdays, anniversaries, or Easter. We do get to skype often, and he can call us through DSN lines, so that has helped.
We count down the days with Daddy’s Kisses from a jar and our jar is almost at the bottom so we know it won’t be long until he gets here. And finally at dinner each night my kids pray for Jeff. My 4 year old says “Jesus and God, thanks for Grand Dad (he passed away in December of 2009, but she still remembers that he is with Jesus) and bring my daddy back home because I love him with all my heart.” This sometimes makes me cry. She has missed her daddy so much and still cries for him almost everyday. All I do for her is hug and kiss her through it. We do have a Daddy Doll that goes with us everywhere.
What has God taught you during deployment?
He has taught me to let go, of everything, to take time for myself and to just trust that it will all be okay. This mainly came when I finally gave up working in a job that I really did not like and I now stay at home with the kids.
What would you share with others going through it, particularly those who are living overseas?
I would say that you have to create a network of your military family that will be there for you. Sometimes the squadron is not your main resource, but when you need to don’t hesitate to seek help from your husband’s chain of command. I would also suggest finding strength from Bible verses, I can’t say it enough, the ones in Tour of Duty have hit the spot just at the right times.
Anything else you’d like to add?
I truly feel that there is a season for everything. I know without a shadow of a doubt that God gave me Jeff when I needed him the most. I also know that being in the military was God’s plan for us. We entered later in our 20′s but the season was right. I think that you have to learn to listen for that still small voice that can come in the moments that you need it the most.
Thanks Laurie for sharing with us today! Post a comment or question for Laurie below. And if YOU’D like to share what God’s doing in your life as a military wife and as a Wife of Faith, email us at hello@wivesoffaith.org and tell us a little of your story. If we decide to profile you, we’ll send you questions to answer and ask that you send in a picture of yourself or your family to include.
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Recently, I have thought a lot about the word hope. As a military wife, I hope my husband will come home on time, I hope no deployment gremlins show up to make anything break down or stop working, I hope everything will be smooth-going after we’re all back together.
Hope, by the world’s standards, is fleeting and flighty. It’s wishful thinking, usually a desire that is not any more dependable than a snatch of fading smoke from a lit candle.
But hope by someone who believes in Jesus Christ is not a mere vapor of insignificance. And what happened on that first Sunday so many, many years ago is why we can say that. Jesus made the way – by dying on a Cross for our sins and coming back to life three days later – for hope to wear His silhouette, a reminder that no matter what happens here on Earth, there is a greater day coming.
If you look at the world through the context of the daily news, there’s not a lot of hope out there. Wars, famines, tornados, earthquakes and floods have all brought about great destruction and turmoil in recent memory. There may be many of you reading this who have found yourselves caught up in your own sense of turmoil as you wait for deployments to end or some to begin.
But look at what Romans has to say (Romans 5:1-5) -
1Therefore, since we have been declared righteous by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. 2 Also through Him, we have obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. 3 And not only that, but we also rejoice in our afflictions, because we know that affliction produces endurance, 4 endurance produces proven character, and proven character produces hope. 5 This hope does not disappoint, because God’s love has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
This is a great reminder of what Christ did for us and what He left for us – the Holy Spirit – to help us navigate the ups and downs of this present life and the reminder of the better life that awaits us in Heaven. We are not alone.
I was recently at a ladies church luncheon where the speaker raised the question, “We know what Friday was like and we know what Sunday was like, but what was that Saturday like?” Did that Saturday just feel like a hundred years to Jesus’s disciples, who had followed Him so closely, right up to his last breath? Did they wonder? Did they doubt? Did they struggle? Did they cry?
At that moment, on that day, between Crucifixion and Resurrection, they didn’t know what we know today. They didn’t know the Hope God gave to us all. But we do.
This Easter, if you are dwelling on “Saturday” – if you are crying more and rejoicing less, let me remind you of the hope we have in Sunday, of the Hope Christ gives each of us when we trust Him as our Lord and Savior…
From Matthew 28:1-10, 16-20 –
1 After the Sabbath, as the first day of the week was dawning, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to view the tomb. 2 Suddenly there was a violent earthquake, because an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and approached the tomb. He rolled back the stone and was sitting on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his robe was as white as snow. 4 The guards were so shaken from fear of him that they became like dead men.
5 But the angel told the women, “Don’t be afraid, because I know you are looking for Jesus who was crucified. 6 He is not here! For He has been resurrected, just as He said. Come and see the place where He lay. 7 Then go quickly and tell His disciples, ‘He has been raised from the dead. In fact, He is going ahead of you to Galilee; you will see Him there.’ Listen, I have told you.”
8 So, departing quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, they ran to tell His disciples the news. 9 Just then Jesus met them and said, “Good morning!” They came up, took hold of His feet, and worshiped Him. 10 Then Jesus told them, “Do not be afraid. Go and tell My brothers to leave for Galilee, and they will see Me there….”
16 The 11 disciples traveled to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had directed them. 17 When they saw Him, they worshiped, but some doubted. 18 Then Jesus came near and said to them, “All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth. 19 Go, therefore, and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe everything I have commanded you. And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.”
This is our hope. We cling to Him, we praise Him, we thank Him.
“He is Risen, Risen indeed!”
Have a blessed and thankful Easter.
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