I lost my keys about a week and a half ago. I tore my apartment apart every day to try and find them. I checked all the places that they may have been, and looked under, behind and inside furniture, all to no avail.
On Saturday I was doing my laundry, and I heard a jingle. I checked the pockets of my shorts and found the keys I had been looking for all week. After a little song and dance (my life is a musical) I invited my children to walk joyously to the mail box to check the mail for the first time in almost two weeks.
My jovial mood was quickly crushed, however, when I saw a letter in the mail from the Department of Defense.
My husband was just finishing shaving, and beginning to get himself dressed when I somberly came in to our bedroom to give him the message. He asked me to read it to him. It said that the department was sorry, but he was permanently disqualified from the military because he has very bad teeth.
I was a little upset because my husband was going to be heading to Denver the next day (yesterday) to go back to MEPS and finish his physical.
“If Sgt. Miller is sending you back to Denver, and causing you at least half a week of missed work for nothing and he knows it he has a lot of explaining to do!” I declared.
He gave Sgt. Miller a call, and after Eric told him about the letter he just laughed it off.
“Oh don’t worry about that.” He said. “That’s why the physical has to be sent to a Surgeon General.”
Yesterday, Eric went to Denver to try to get a waiver. He will be gone until tomorrow at the earliest. He may not be home until Thursday.
Lord, I know he is scared, and worried. He has told me so on many occasions over the weekend. Please help him to stay calm and not to stress. I know that our lives are changing, and that our callings are calling, and that this is just one of the steps towards the new life we will be living. I know that the chances are becoming slimmer and slimmer that my husband will be in the army, but I know that if this is his purpose it will all work out.
We knew from the beginning that this would not be easy. No life changing decisions ever are easy, possibly simple but never easy. Thank you, Lord, for his persistence, and his courage to try so hard to accomplish this. Thank you for the courage he has shown in making this decision, which we know will cause him a lot of discomfort.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
FINALLY! Some News!
Whew! It has been a long week of waiting! Tensions were high around my apartment while we waited for a call from his recruiter.
On Friday and Saturday, my husband became rather mopey, sitting on my couch, reading and drinking a lot of coffee. Occassionaly he would say "Maybe if I had a higher ASVAB score." or "Maybe if I were younger." I would break in and point out that we hadn't gotten a "No" from the recruiter, and that it had only been a few days since he dropped off the paperwork for his teeth. "It has been almost a week" he would say "I'm 28 and I didn't have a great test score, and now I am asking them to help me with my teeth. I don't have high hope."
I told him on Friday that I was certain we would hear back from the recruiter, but that maybe we should think of other plans. We talked about a few things we may do if he is unable to join. But I kept possitive that we would soon know what was going on. After a while, I let it rest. Like many other occasions when we are forced to wait, and we are highly stressed, I just bunkered down and did not speak of the tender subject until I had a for sure answer.
That answer came today.
During my lunch, while I was handling a million other things (one of those rare occasions where I am not bored to tears on a Thursday) I got a call from my husband.
"I got a call from the recruiter. I go back to MEPS for my physical on Sunday. We will know what we are doing on Monday."
I had to rush him off the phone right then, but I am so happy that I can't wait to get home and talk to him this afternoon.
Thank you, God! I know I will soon be wrapping my arms around a stronger man in uniform. I can already feel the canvas material on my cheek as I lay my head on his chest and tell him how proud I am for all he has done for himself and his family. I will be writing him encouraging letters for boot camp. I can see him standing in salute on his graduation day.
On Friday and Saturday, my husband became rather mopey, sitting on my couch, reading and drinking a lot of coffee. Occassionaly he would say "Maybe if I had a higher ASVAB score." or "Maybe if I were younger." I would break in and point out that we hadn't gotten a "No" from the recruiter, and that it had only been a few days since he dropped off the paperwork for his teeth. "It has been almost a week" he would say "I'm 28 and I didn't have a great test score, and now I am asking them to help me with my teeth. I don't have high hope."
I told him on Friday that I was certain we would hear back from the recruiter, but that maybe we should think of other plans. We talked about a few things we may do if he is unable to join. But I kept possitive that we would soon know what was going on. After a while, I let it rest. Like many other occasions when we are forced to wait, and we are highly stressed, I just bunkered down and did not speak of the tender subject until I had a for sure answer.
That answer came today.
During my lunch, while I was handling a million other things (one of those rare occasions where I am not bored to tears on a Thursday) I got a call from my husband.
"I got a call from the recruiter. I go back to MEPS for my physical on Sunday. We will know what we are doing on Monday."
I had to rush him off the phone right then, but I am so happy that I can't wait to get home and talk to him this afternoon.
Thank you, God! I know I will soon be wrapping my arms around a stronger man in uniform. I can already feel the canvas material on my cheek as I lay my head on his chest and tell him how proud I am for all he has done for himself and his family. I will be writing him encouraging letters for boot camp. I can see him standing in salute on his graduation day.
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