Finally, base housing was available and we could move out of the tiny apartment that cost more than our housing allowance. We packed up all our belongings, loaded our nine-month old and two-year old into their car seats and headed to the base. The snow was only a couple feet deep, but the promised help from the squadron hadn’t shown up.
Everything in me wanted to be in charge: to order help to my home, to delay the deployment a few more days, to share Christmas day with my whole family.
This time in my life was circling in my head as I wrote these words in The Warrior’s Bride: Biblical Strategies to Help the Military Spouse Thrive:
“Do you believe God knows everything?