Called to Serve
Meg
We drove over 13,000 miles to get here. Every morning my husband heads off to class and leaves my daughter and I behind in our little room. A kitchenette, a closet, a bathroom, and a bedroom, that’s all our little world consists at the moment. On the warmer days explore the city, finding things to see and do. We try to keep our little “home” clean and picked up. If we didn’t we’d trip over each other, it’s that tiny.
At times I go a little stir crazy. At times I resent the long hours my husband works. I resent this part of military life that feels like single parenting. But then I remember why I came.
I came because I had the choice.
I came to serve my husband. I love doing his laundry, making his meals, and encouraging him as he studies.
I came to explore a new part of the country.
I came so that my daughter could see my husband when he is home from class. There will be many times in the coming years when my daughter goes weeks or months without seeing her daddy, this didn’t have to be one of them.
I came to serve, and love, and to get outside of myself and see the needs around me in this world.
Where have you been called to serve lately?
At times I go a little stir crazy. At times I resent the long hours my husband works. I resent this part of military life that feels like single parenting. But then I remember why I came.
I came because I had the choice.
I came to serve my husband. I love doing his laundry, making his meals, and encouraging him as he studies.
I came to explore a new part of the country.
I came so that my daughter could see my husband when he is home from class. There will be many times in the coming years when my daughter goes weeks or months without seeing her daddy, this didn’t have to be one of them.
I came to serve, and love, and to get outside of myself and see the needs around me in this world.
Where have you been called to serve lately?