This has been one of the most up and down emotional weeks of my life.
Braum was pinned with his gold aviator wings (I can't wait to show you pictures!) And with those wings came orders...to the last place I wanted to go.
So I cried. Like a little spoiled child who didn't get her way. It was not my finest moment by far.
And then: perspective. You may have heard about the helicopter accident off the Florida coast. That's where we live. Those beaches are where my husband has flown for the past two years. That debilitating, horrible fog is what our friends have struggled to fly around. The duty station they were from is the place we are going. And those Servicemen who were killed? Those are our brothers. Although our family did not know them personally,
their stories and sacrifices are very personal to us.
And that unwanted duty station? Not important any more.
Where we go, we go as a family.
And we go with orders from the Almighty God.
I had to share with you a song that has been rolling around in my thoughts the past couple days. I choose to relinquish the pretense that I have control over my life and follow orders with abandon.
I'm abandoned to the Captain
Of the mighty hosts of Heaven
And I pledge Him my allegiance
'Til the earth beholds His Kingdom
We've been raised for such a time
History comes to the finish line
And the saints who've gone before
Watch to see us end our course
So lay aside each weight that binds
And enter in the harvest time
Until the Kingdom of this world
Become the kingdoms of our Christ