Deployment thoughts

Have a little faith…

It’s been 20 weeks and 2 days since my hubby left. I am still brought back to our departure on days like today when it’s humid, dark, and stormy out. Sometimes in those dark times I struggle.  But sometimes those dark times test my faith to the 100th degree.  And that got me thinking…

I haven’t had a TON to blog about since he left. More so I haven’t had TIME to sit down and write thoughtful blogs.  But every now and then I am reminded about the power of prayer and faith so I just had to share a few thoughts.  Those of you that have been following this blog for a while know that I have been in the same profession for 25 years.  I work in a pathology lab, and it was job that was chosen for me by the Air Force.  While I have always enjoyed my profession, it is NOT my passion and I am NOT where I feel I am meant to be in life at this point in time.  What DOES keep me going at my job is my coworkers, but that is a whole new post filled with fun and laughter because this group is AHMAZING.  I digress…

Over the last several years I began to really pray.  PRAY.  And  then I pray some more that God would lead me on the right path and help me find a job I am more passionate about, and one that will provide a better life for my kids.

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And with those prayers, have come phone calls from recruiters, emails, and opportunities that while may have not yet been the RIGHT one, have been presented to me non-the-less. The last opportunity came to me a few months ago and I’ll admit, I was pretty excited about it. Just one day prior I had said some pretty desperate prayers, and the very next day I got a call from a recruiter. Several days later I interviewed, and although I felt I did a great job interviewing I realized that I had to trust my gut in regards to the negative vibe that I was feeling and decided to pass on the job.  I am very happy where I am despite bad pay and working weekends/holidays and I won’t trade that for negative surroundings. The opportunity gave me restored faith, and the will to keep praying.

So I’ve been praying continually, sometimes about my career situation and often times about other aspects of my life. I pray for my kids happiness, my patience (thank goodness for wine), my husband’s safety, my family’s well-being and honestly just to keep the faith.  Because I do believe whole heartedly I am destined for more in life than where I am at now, all while remembering that I am content with all that I have as well.

Yesterday I prayed out loud while driving home for work. I said the words, “I have faith.” I talked to God in detail, and told Him I would trust His plan.  See, my “church” is often my daily commute.  ❤

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Today, I got a call that could potentially change our lives…and even if it doesn’t-that call gave me renewed faith. Pretty cool how that works…

Do you believe in the power of prayer to a higher power?

How do you keep the faith during tough times?




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Five things, Friday…Contentment

Tonight’s word is something I have fought with for a long time.


I often listen to Christian radio on the way to work to help clear my mind. One of the messages this week was to be content with what we have, for God provides what we need.  I’ve battled with this sentiment for a long time.  I’ve always wanted more, wanted a better career, a bigger bank account, better clothes for my kids, trips, etc etc etc…Yet hearing this message last week was like a slap in the face to get my act together and be CONTENT with what I have…Because in all honestly, I have a lot in life.


I have a healthy and happy family that battles the same struggles as everyone else.  I have a job in which I can come home from most days, smiling.  I have some pretty great friends, both near and far geographically yet all are close to my heart. I have an amazing husband, and 2 beautiful daughters who may test my patience, but that I love dearly.  And above all, we have our health.  Hearing the news of a dear friend battling stage 3 cancer today brought things full circle.  I need to be content.  End of story.

Our finish line biggest fan, and now running partner.
Our finish line photo…my biggest fan, and now running partner.

I have a husband who sacrificed months to train with me for his first half marathon, simply to experience this finish line feeling WITH me.

Brian dinner

And today, while he had a day off work, he prepared for me this yummy meal…just because.

Lady bug luck
Lady bug luck

I received this awesome reminder walking out of work today of God’s amazing creatures…I’ve always believed in lady bug luck, and this little dude accompanied me to my Jeep after work today.

And at the end of the day, I recounted my blessings, re-reading text messages and posts from my friends over the last several weeks.  These friends applauded my MasterChef journey as short as it was, and continue to cheer me on to help me find my motivation to run again.

But my biggest fans, are my daughters.  And this little mini still argues that the judges got it all wrong.  She told me, that this week she prayed after having a tough time at school, exclaiming, “Mommy, HE listened!” And a part of me melted…

My Sous Chef
My Sous Chef

With that, I leave you with the thought that moving forward is key…in life, in running, in friendships, and in family.  Hang on tight to those who lift you up…

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Second interview…what???

I have done a lot of soul searching these last few months. And it hit me like a ton of bricks just yesterday that the only person holding me back…well…is ME.

I am a retired Air Force MSgt. I am a Mom. I am an Army wife. I am a friend. I am a marathoner. I do all of these said things, with PRIDE.

Yet I have let others dictate my path the last few years, while I struggled to find my way after retiring.
I looked for support from people I expected it from, more so because I’ve always given THEM my support.

So this past Tuesday I got called back for a second interview with my prospective new employer. I think it went well, and even heard back from my tentative new boss on Wednesday and was excited to hear him say, “You will hear soon from HR.”

Yet here it is, Sunday afternoon, with no word or call back and I find myself in an odd place not having a job to go to tomorrow. I will get up early still and get my kids off to school…and then what? I’ve never been unemployed….even the couple months after retiring from the Air Force I still brought in a pay check as I saved almost 3 months of leave to give me time to find a job. I’ve always planned ahead for nearly everything in life…so living in the unknown has been tough for me.

I haven’t ran in ONE week, and I am going nuts. But my poor stomach and lack of sleep have left me with little to no energy. So I am charging myself with going for a run after my kids both get on the bus tomorrow…rain…or shine…cold….or wind. I need some miles. I need to regroup, restart, and relax in the faith I have in the man upstairs and all the work I’ve done. My fingers are crossed that things turn out as they should…

With that, I’ll keep movin’ forward.