I don't believe in Luck, because I do believe in God. I know that everything happens for a reason (even when I cannot see the reason and I spend hours crying in the darkness of my sons nursery)
But in the darkness of winter, when the nights turn black so early in the evening. And the seasons surround you with a snowy joy that threatens to overtake your sanity, it's hard to remember that you are NOT unlucky, that this life is not a curse, but that YOU ARE immensely blessed.
You are so blessed to have your Prince Charming. To know the feeling of a love that surpasses a distance, a challenge, and yes, even a deployment.
You are so blessed to have the joy of being a mother.
Of holding a healthy baby and knowing that you formed him (or her) in your womb.
You are so blessed to have a faith to hold on to.
So blessed to know our God.
You are so blessed to have a home to sleep in. A bed to keep you warm.
So blessed to make a meal to share with your children. Your family. Your friends.
You are so blessed to be married to man of strength. Of character. Brave, loving, caring, faithful.
So blessed to have your life.
Even the parts that make you cry in stores. Make you question why the holiday displays must be up already.
You are so blessed to celebrate this season.
Knowing that our Savior was born on Christmas Day, coming to save us.
So blessed to be saved.
So Blessed. So Blessed. So Blessed.
Counting the blessings. It's hard when your soul is threatened by the wintery darkness. Just try.
Always,
Jesi
Showing posts with label My Heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Heart. Show all posts
Monday, November 10, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
I'd like to introduce you to my friend
I'd like to take today to introduce you to my friend, my sister in this crazy world that we call the Military, Jackie.
Check out her most recent post on her new blog, True Confessions of an Army Wife.
http://trueconfessionsofanarmywife.blogspot.com/
When I stumbled across another Army wife and military mommy on an internet forum earlier in the year I decided to take a moment and chat with this woman that I have never met.
Our stories were similiar, young baby boys, husbands gone, stong believers in Christ. We were destined to know each other, if only through the blogosphere. Even though we have never met, and maybe never will, I consider her a friend.
Jackie is the ultimate Military Wife. She sends her husband Aaron, homemade goodies and amazing care packages on a set schedule. She has carried her laptop around in case he can webcam. She is positive and sweet and loves her husband, despite the hard circumstances that the military has given her.
Beyond that, she is an amazing military mommy, my sister in Christ, an inspiration to me, and should be an inspiration to you too. She has it together and she is making it day by day, counting down the weeks, getting through the holidays, and raising a beautiful, healthy, strong, SuperBaby named Cayman.
If you don't already know Jackie from her blog, go check her out. I promise you will leave inspired by the courageous heart of another military wife and mommy, surviving this thing we call deployment. Kudos to Jackie, for all that she does!
Pray for her, Aaron and Cayman too.
Always,
Jesi
Check out her most recent post on her new blog, True Confessions of an Army Wife.
http://trueconfessionsofanarmywife.blogspot.com/
When I stumbled across another Army wife and military mommy on an internet forum earlier in the year I decided to take a moment and chat with this woman that I have never met.
Our stories were similiar, young baby boys, husbands gone, stong believers in Christ. We were destined to know each other, if only through the blogosphere. Even though we have never met, and maybe never will, I consider her a friend.
Jackie is the ultimate Military Wife. She sends her husband Aaron, homemade goodies and amazing care packages on a set schedule. She has carried her laptop around in case he can webcam. She is positive and sweet and loves her husband, despite the hard circumstances that the military has given her.
Beyond that, she is an amazing military mommy, my sister in Christ, an inspiration to me, and should be an inspiration to you too. She has it together and she is making it day by day, counting down the weeks, getting through the holidays, and raising a beautiful, healthy, strong, SuperBaby named Cayman.
If you don't already know Jackie from her blog, go check her out. I promise you will leave inspired by the courageous heart of another military wife and mommy, surviving this thing we call deployment. Kudos to Jackie, for all that she does!
Pray for her, Aaron and Cayman too.
Always,
Jesi
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Finale
Well, I know my loyal secret readers are eagerly awaiting my Homecoming story so I came out of my reclusive fog to share a bit with you.
Monday morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn, after just a few hours sleep. Max and I decided that 5:30AM would do just fine; after all it was finally here. We were just hours from picking up Daddy!
Off we went, coffee in hand, my parents driving along, and multiple cameras in tow. I decided to wear a cute outfit, new jeans, and a favorite shirt. No dress for me, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around a dress and heels at the crack of dawn. We got to the college where we were supposed to wait, and wait we did.
Rob’s aunt, his sister and some of his friends made it too. All sitting, and waiting, and laughing at a sleepy Max as my stomach flipped flopped with the nerves that always show up. Finally we heard what we wanted to know, “your soldiers are on the other side of this wall” and the crowd erupted in cheers.
And in they marched, some full of pride and boasting as they waved and smiled, some marching in, just another day to them. Rob walked in finally, chewing gum and looking somber...my tired love. Tired of waiting, tired of travel and tired of dealing with inconsiderate guys who don’t understand how to process homecoming.
Tired and somber, doesn’t matter to me. He looked wonderful, in the uniform and boots that have graced his slimmer figure for months on end. We listened to lots of important reminders, announcements and some lovely accolades but I didn’t hear a thing. I craned and strained to see my love through the crowd, Max on my hip, sleepy from his early wake up call.
Finally, a call to attention and release to their families, a salute for a job well done and off they went. We crowded the floor, eager to see one another and remember how it feels to be together again. I caught Rob’s eye before I touched him. So I waited as we pushed through the sea of chaos and finally.
He was there, I was there, Max was there. A simple hug, a simple smile, a simple kiss. And a lot of pictures.
Hello again, you’re home. And it was wonderful.
I wish I could say the next few hours and days were filled with extraordinary moments but they weren’t. They were filled with tender embraces, laughter and normalcy, creeping back in minute by minute. We are in transition now. Remembering how to be together, reminding ourselves that this is our normal and figuring out how to function as three instead of two. So far, smooth sailing. But readjustment can be scary...because everything that should be the same has changed and things are different now. You have to learn what that means, and you realize that you are entering yet another, New Normal. We are on our way...to our new normal. Taking it day by day, remembering to embrace the changes and cherish the moments...the simplest and most mundane moments, in remembrance of what we lost and what we have to gain. And even in the moments where we question everything that has happened, are you really home? Is this temporary? Is it really over? The smallest whisper, “I love you and I am so glad to be home” makes everything perfect.
For we are on our way, taking it day by day.
Always,
Jesi
Monday morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn, after just a few hours sleep. Max and I decided that 5:30AM would do just fine; after all it was finally here. We were just hours from picking up Daddy!
Off we went, coffee in hand, my parents driving along, and multiple cameras in tow. I decided to wear a cute outfit, new jeans, and a favorite shirt. No dress for me, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around a dress and heels at the crack of dawn. We got to the college where we were supposed to wait, and wait we did.
Rob’s aunt, his sister and some of his friends made it too. All sitting, and waiting, and laughing at a sleepy Max as my stomach flipped flopped with the nerves that always show up. Finally we heard what we wanted to know, “your soldiers are on the other side of this wall” and the crowd erupted in cheers.
And in they marched, some full of pride and boasting as they waved and smiled, some marching in, just another day to them. Rob walked in finally, chewing gum and looking somber...my tired love. Tired of waiting, tired of travel and tired of dealing with inconsiderate guys who don’t understand how to process homecoming.
Tired and somber, doesn’t matter to me. He looked wonderful, in the uniform and boots that have graced his slimmer figure for months on end. We listened to lots of important reminders, announcements and some lovely accolades but I didn’t hear a thing. I craned and strained to see my love through the crowd, Max on my hip, sleepy from his early wake up call.
Finally, a call to attention and release to their families, a salute for a job well done and off they went. We crowded the floor, eager to see one another and remember how it feels to be together again. I caught Rob’s eye before I touched him. So I waited as we pushed through the sea of chaos and finally.
He was there, I was there, Max was there. A simple hug, a simple smile, a simple kiss. And a lot of pictures.
Hello again, you’re home. And it was wonderful.
I wish I could say the next few hours and days were filled with extraordinary moments but they weren’t. They were filled with tender embraces, laughter and normalcy, creeping back in minute by minute. We are in transition now. Remembering how to be together, reminding ourselves that this is our normal and figuring out how to function as three instead of two. So far, smooth sailing. But readjustment can be scary...because everything that should be the same has changed and things are different now. You have to learn what that means, and you realize that you are entering yet another, New Normal. We are on our way...to our new normal. Taking it day by day, remembering to embrace the changes and cherish the moments...the simplest and most mundane moments, in remembrance of what we lost and what we have to gain. And even in the moments where we question everything that has happened, are you really home? Is this temporary? Is it really over? The smallest whisper, “I love you and I am so glad to be home” makes everything perfect.
For we are on our way, taking it day by day.
Always,
Jesi
Monday, October 6, 2008
Welcome!
The blog is finally up and running! I wanted to wait until I could get the design just right for you and here it is. The design was done by Real Life Design and I absolutely love it.
As we start this journey together, in getting to know each other better I wanted to share my heart with you. The post below talks about how I determined God's purpose for our deployment. You see, our deployment was rough (aren't they all) and it never seemed easy. I was a first time momma with a screechy newborn who couldn't seem to figure out the whole sleep thing. Motherhood didn't come easily to me. I still watch in wonder when I see people breeze through it with lovely smiles and pretty hair.
Motherhood rocked my entire world from the moment that Max entered this world. Ten days later, my husband was deployed and I found myself alone, stripped of any sense of my comfort zone and stumbling through day by day, exhausted and questioning God. Why did we have to go through this?
Looking back I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he used our deployment to get my attention and bring me back to him. Fully back to him. Authentically, honestly, heart achingly close to Him. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
That night, in Max's nursery, I cried out to the Lord to reveal Himself to me and He did. He showed me that I had to endure this adversity to get through to my purpose. And I did it! I am just a few days away from ending our deployment and now it's my turn to help you. To encourage you when you feel like you can't make it another day. To make you laugh when you realize that this whole motherhood and deployment thing can be pretty entertaining. And to show you Christ's love. Oh how He loves you. He is the one person you can count on in your deployment, so turn to Him and feel His love.
If you hate your deployment, you feel like you are losing your mind, your house is messy and you show up to work with a paci in your pocket, Welcome, Welcome Home.
I can't wait to know you more.
Always,
As we start this journey together, in getting to know each other better I wanted to share my heart with you. The post below talks about how I determined God's purpose for our deployment. You see, our deployment was rough (aren't they all) and it never seemed easy. I was a first time momma with a screechy newborn who couldn't seem to figure out the whole sleep thing. Motherhood didn't come easily to me. I still watch in wonder when I see people breeze through it with lovely smiles and pretty hair.
Motherhood rocked my entire world from the moment that Max entered this world. Ten days later, my husband was deployed and I found myself alone, stripped of any sense of my comfort zone and stumbling through day by day, exhausted and questioning God. Why did we have to go through this?
Looking back I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he used our deployment to get my attention and bring me back to him. Fully back to him. Authentically, honestly, heart achingly close to Him. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
That night, in Max's nursery, I cried out to the Lord to reveal Himself to me and He did. He showed me that I had to endure this adversity to get through to my purpose. And I did it! I am just a few days away from ending our deployment and now it's my turn to help you. To encourage you when you feel like you can't make it another day. To make you laugh when you realize that this whole motherhood and deployment thing can be pretty entertaining. And to show you Christ's love. Oh how He loves you. He is the one person you can count on in your deployment, so turn to Him and feel His love.
If you hate your deployment, you feel like you are losing your mind, your house is messy and you show up to work with a paci in your pocket, Welcome, Welcome Home.
I can't wait to know you more.
Always,
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