A Journey

I am getting ready to go on my third deployment in six years, and all I can think about is the fact that I am leaving my husband. This past Sunday, it really hit me hard. I walked into the house, and I felt my whole mood change. Then, I cried....and cried...and cried, and I almost feel like crying now. lol. I shared with my husband as well as my best friend that this time it is different. Every time I have been deployed, I have had my husband with me. I have been fortunate. No matter what I was going through at work, and no matter how much I missed home...I had him there. He was my piece of happiness. He was my piece of home away from home. He represented the people who TRULY love me. My smile always meant so much more when he was around. I don't want to leave my home. I don't want to leave him, but I know I have to go.

I go into this trip knowing that God has a plan for me. Before it was meant for us to be together. When we were in Iraq together, I think it sealed the deal on us deciding to get married. I remember noticing our relationship grow so much while we were there. I knew there was a purpose for us being together there.

This last trip, I feel like we were there to support each other. We both had to deal with so many situations at work that is was a relief to see each other on our days off. We were each other's encouragement.

I am thinking that God is going to use this time to really work on us individually. I think the road will be hard, but I know we can handle it. I am anxious to see what God will have for us at the end of the journey. Although I don't want to leave my home, I know it is necessary for whatever God has planned.