It seems as though when you expect to hear from him, it doesn't occur. Sucks sometimes. But I'm slowly realizing that this is not all about me here. This lifestyle. The military. This whole experience is to teach me something. Help me grow. Go fourth in the will God has called me to go in to be a blessing unto others. But can we help that we feel the way we do? Spouses. That it can be the most lonely life anyone has ever had to deal with. That no matter how experienced you become in being a military spouse that sometimes (even years after your first deployment has come and gone) you lay awake at night...lonely, crying, heart broken. Because you realize that it'll be months before you'll get to see, kiss, hold, even touch the other half of your soul again. & to realize that when they do return it'll only be as though you're to borrow them for a few months before you have to face that same pain again...I'm convinced that even the most logical of human beings can never become "used" to this. I mean, it's easy said...but to actually achieve it? Is a little different. But this is the mission. God has called me to this circumstance for a reason. To be a vessel of some sort. What? I'm still unsure of, but once I find out I'm sure that will make this a lot more fulfilling...in the mean time, I'll just be missing...
the other half of my soul.
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