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Today is one of those days I want to be angry…
Angry that the military took my husband away right now.
Angry that I have had to put up with multiple car and rental problems, and days without a car at all.
Angry that I have gone through multiple tornadoes, hail and storms by myself.
Angry because of the worry I have had over my husband’s tests.
Angry that I have had to ask people for help because I can’t do it all myself.
Angry for the loss of sleep because it’s hard to sleep through all the stress and and storms, and just plain hard to sleep alone.
Angry because we did not have enough money for me to go home to see my family while my husband is away.
Angry that my husband had to be away during the worry of the almost government shutdown.
Angry that all the stress, has made me sick.
Angry because both Adam and I got sick at the same time, and I would just rather stay in bed, but I can’t.
Angry because unlike most non-military people I don’t have family nearby that I can see all the time of drop off Adam whenever need a sitter or a break.
Angry that all this happened within such a short time and feels likely to drive me crazy.
But you know what? When I stop and think about it, I’m really not angry at all. Because I love being a military wife, and I wouldn’t change that for anything in the world!
“Cause what if your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You’re near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise.”