What if...
I try not to live thinking about the what ifs from the past or the future. However, recently I've had a big one on my mind. What if my husband's dream of being in the military would have been granted?
It was nearly 11 years ago sitting in a car in the high school parking lot that John looked at me and asked me if it was OK if he went to West Point. We had been dating less than a year and I couldn't even fathom telling him no. This was a long term goal of his and we were 16 and 17 years old. For the months to follow, people cautioned me that he may not be the same person when he came back and it would be hard to hold our relationship together. Long story short, he didn't go to West Point, not because of me, but for health reasons, and our life went on.
With a dear friend of mine preparing for her husband to deploy for another trip to the Middle East, I've been wondering what if I were a military wife. I honestly am not sure I could do it. Would our relationship have survived him going to West Point? Would we have a beautiful little boy? Would I have stepped up to the challenge and held our family together at home?
That's the thing with what ifs, you never really know. There's only one guy who knows and he's got life mapped for us. It's just sometimes hard to let go and allow him to handle things. And with that, my heads spinning on a thousand other "what ifs".
Time to go do something mindless.
It was nearly 11 years ago sitting in a car in the high school parking lot that John looked at me and asked me if it was OK if he went to West Point. We had been dating less than a year and I couldn't even fathom telling him no. This was a long term goal of his and we were 16 and 17 years old. For the months to follow, people cautioned me that he may not be the same person when he came back and it would be hard to hold our relationship together. Long story short, he didn't go to West Point, not because of me, but for health reasons, and our life went on.
With a dear friend of mine preparing for her husband to deploy for another trip to the Middle East, I've been wondering what if I were a military wife. I honestly am not sure I could do it. Would our relationship have survived him going to West Point? Would we have a beautiful little boy? Would I have stepped up to the challenge and held our family together at home?
That's the thing with what ifs, you never really know. There's only one guy who knows and he's got life mapped for us. It's just sometimes hard to let go and allow him to handle things. And with that, my heads spinning on a thousand other "what ifs".
Time to go do something mindless.
posted by MJ at
9:02 PM
1 Comments:
ahhhh, your wheels have been turning! i have to get a mental tune-up and remember that life is like a big checkerboard and you just don't know God's next move - but you know He's going to make one and the game will keep going! It's one big adventure!
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