Wait a Minute Mr. Postman!!

After almost a week of absolutely no contact, and thinking my husband had either had forgotten about me or fell off the planet I FINALLY got a letter.  Let me clarify that this was just me acting crazy and had I done more research I would have not been so disappointed when I didn't get a call the first few days.  You never realize how much you talk to a person and depend on a person until you can't talk to them at all.  This week was so much harder than I ever imagined.  I wrote Will every day simply because I didn't want him to miss out on what little man and I were up to all week.  The hard part was not receiving any mail and having no idea if he was getting mine.  Every day I was like a pathetic puppy dog checking the mailbox, it was the highlight of my day and all week it was pretty disappointing…Until Saturday!!

Finally when I had given up any expectations for this week, there sat a little envelope all by itself with my name on it! I couldn't breath, it was the biggest relief and I couldn't help but get teary-eyed.  Wills handwriting was SO hard to read( I think I had to read it three times to understand what he was saying) but it was from the day I dropped him off.  He talked about how long and drawn out the day was, there was a lot of paperwork and standing at attention.  He said he was praying and trying to stay strong even though he missed us a ton already!!  This letter was such an encouragement even though it was from day one and he had the worst days right ahead of him, seeing his words on paper gave me such comfort.  

In the first four days of Will being gone I was so frantic to hear from him, I had read other blogs where wives received phone calls the first two days and as soon as Tuesday rolled around I was panic stricken that Will had either not passed his tests or had realized life without me is pretty sweet(crazy preggo hormones to blame on that one).  I obsessed about him calling or writing and what he was doing, I just couldn't shake this empty feeling.  Im sure this is somewhat normal for a wife who has never been completely cutoff from her husband in the 2 years they have been married but does not having Will around mean I crumble and lose my joy?? Is Will where I find peace beyond all understanding?? Is Will where I get my strength?? While my husband is amazing and so great at comforting me, the answer is a big fat NO.  These thing need to be found in my Savior.  This week was so eye opening and helped me realize that I need to be first seeking God for my peace and for my joy.  He is the only one that can sustain me with strength during tough times and He is the only one that is going to get Will through these next eleven weeks(eleven sound so much better than twelve eekk!) 

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.  That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Through my weaknesses and trials, Gods power is proving to be stronger at every turn.  I have to seek Him daily for happiness and reassurance so I can be all that I can be for my boys and all that I can be for Gods glory.  No letter or phone call can fill me up the way that time spent with Jesus can and he will equip us with exactly what we need to jump over any hurdle that comes our way!! 

After days of online shopping in attempts to keep my mind off the time away from my husband, I decided a needed a project to keep me occupied during Will's nap time.  Luckily the guest room I have been sleeping in at my parents house has yet to be remodeled from its fabulous 70's looking state.  It was completely covered in floral wallpaper, well it was until I got bored and started peeling way.  After almost a week my sister and I have almost successfully all of the wallpaper and repainted but in the process I learned three great lessons.

1.  DIY projects require patience
2. Peeling wallpaper does not cure a worrisome wife syndrome
3. Wallpaper is from the pits of hell

Nevertheless, I will be greatly reaping the benefits of this DIY endeavor when I am snoozing in a pretty room with a fresh coat of paint! Will also found someones hot chocolate and thought we might appreciate his painting services :) 

So thankful for more mail from Will this week!! Got three letters on Monday.  His spirits sounded great, he even drew me a picture of what he thinks his bald head looks like.  It was a scary resemblance to Homer Simpson (lets hope these are just artistic flaws).  When writing these letters he had yet to meet his DI(Drill Instructor), so hopefully even through those tough days he can keep his head up.  Thank y'all so much for all of your prayers and support.  So proud of my sailor!