Private

My thoughts have been pretty private these past few months... I haven't really shared much of my day to day life.
Mostly embarassment has played a part in that.
And lack of time... trying to balance a more than full time job with still doing my home jobs.
But I have missed the outlet.

My husband has been fired from 3 jobs in the first year we were here.

And hasn't had a job since last summer.
He doesn't look for a job, in reality.
He pretends for my sake.

He's struggling with some things... and while my heart understands that...
my mind is really having a hard time understanding what he is going through.

And there have been some very low times.

Times when I think we won't make it intact.

Times when I realize why people give up on their partner.

And it scared me.

Opportunities present themselves, and I move in new directions. Each step is hard... and I let fear in... trying to slam the door before it consumes me.

My faith is increasing....
and at least that's something.

"Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."~~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Comments

Angel said…
You're always in my prayers, friend, and they include A as well. Keep doing the good things you're doing. We love you.
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Lee said…
coming out of the military can be very hard on a "lifer". One of my sister was married to a lifer and they had a very hard time getting use to their new life. I am sure you and him will be able to make it. I do love the Christmas picture of your kids and I pray for you and yours.

I was not a lifer but it took me some time to get use to living the civilian life. That's why I reenlisted into the army.

Take care, Lee
Lammy said…
Wow.
Awesome!!
Unknown said…
HUGS to you!!!
Lana said…
Hang in there!
Unknown said…
I know how you feel. You know I am always there for a shoulder to cry on, or anything else. I understand how you feel sometimes, I am going through a dificult time with my hubby also. He is dealing with some depression and addiction.
Matt said…
Jeffrey R. Holland shared this poem in April 2006 Conference. It's good to remember that the Lord LOVES broken things. Now, the poem.
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“The Carpenter of Nazareth,”
by George Blair

In Nazareth, the narrow road,
That tires the feet and steals the breath,
Passes the place where once abode
The Carpenter of Nazareth.

And up and down the dusty way
The village folk would often wend;
And on the bench, beside Him, lay
Their broken things for Him to mend.

The maiden with the doll she broke,
The woman with the broken chair,
The man with broken plough, or yoke,
Said, “Can you mend it, Carpenter?”

And each received the thing he sought,
In yoke, or plough, or chair, or doll;
The broken thing which each had brought
Returned again a perfect whole.

So, up the hill the long years through,
With heavy step and wistful eye,
The burdened souls their way pursue,
Uttering each the plaintive cry:

“O Carpenter of Nazareth,
This heart, that’s broken past repair,
This life, that’s shattered nigh to death,
Oh, can You mend them, Carpenter?”

And by His kind and ready hand,
His own sweet life is woven through
Our broken lives, until they stand
A New Creation—“all things new.”

“The shattered substance of the heart,
Desire, ambition, hope, and faith,
Mould Thou into the perfect part,
O, Carpenter of Nazareth!”