07/05/2026
I created a substack, aka a blog. Itās really for myself and method to express myself through writing and creatively in a season where creative outlets look very different.
Iāll post a short-er version here but Iāll also share the link if you want to read it.
PCS. TDY. OPSEC. BAH. CONUS. DEERS. LES
The military life is full of acronyms and strange terms forming its own dialect. Itās like picking up a new epic fantasy: brand new characters, foreign maps, political intrigue, and age old tropes. Except itās real life and youāre navigating blind.
For example: How does one make friends? And quickly, we never know how long each of our families are around. Which, that feels like a missed connection on a New York Subway. A family we just KNOW would be our best friends. But theyāre heading to Hawaii at the end of the summer and we only just arrived last week.
āDid you catch the wifeās name?ā I ask my husband.
I should have asked for her number at the park.
My inward dialogue continues.
Is that weird? Are we too excited? Too desperate for connections? I said too much, too little.
And yet, Godās kindness shines through in a meal dropped off on our porch, a playdate and homemade lavender iced coffees, a voice note full of encouragement and lessons weāre learning in the midst of heart ache.
Isnāt that a thought? Godās goodness despite our heartache. Our circumstances donāt always feel good. Why do I feel so ungrateful?
Why are you downcast,
Oh my soul.
And why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
My salvation and my God.
Psalm 42:5,11 and 43:5
I identify the lies playing on repeat in my mind. Replace them with the truth and hope of eternity.
āHope in God; for I shall again praise him, My salvation and my God.ā
He will not abandon me.
We think the military is in control, sending us every which way like dandelion seeds on the summer breeze.
But. The military life isnāt something just happening to me.
I am not a marionette on strings yanked by unseen hands.
It is a method by which God is reshaping me; a method by which he makes his presence and abundant love known to us.
And isnāt that beautiful.