May 2010

I must keep this brief.  You will see why.

The good:  the military medical paperwork came through, and we can officially move to our new assignment in Colorado now!  As of now, base housing is still available, so I plan on signing the lease on Friday.  The house is mostly packed, most of the furniture disassembled, and everyone is ready to go.

The bad: In just 4 days, we will be moving out of our “home” and into a friend’s home for the night, leaving for CO bright and early the next morning.  The time is almost here where we will be leaving the wonderful friends and memories we have made here to begin a new chapter in life.

The ugly: I sprained my wrist.  Yup, you read it right.  I had a half-dozen x-rays this morning and have been ordered to ice it and keep it supportively immobilized with a splint wrap.  I know myself and know that I will over-use it big time if I do anything to lessen the pain, so I haven’t let myself take any painkillers.  I am trying to control the swelling by simply icing and limiting use.  To make it better, it is my right hand–I am right handed.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to pick up a baby, change a diaper, prepare a meal, type a blog post, or prepare for a move with very limited use of your main hand?!  Certainly a challenge I hadn’t counted on!  My beloved has definitely stepped up to the plate and taken over where I fall short though.  He tapes the boxes, I pack ’em.  He is responding to most of my more urgent e-mails for me, and even taken over a great deal of the child care where needed.  I love him more every day.   Looks like I may be like this a few weeks yet. 

That being said, I don’t know if I will be able to post any more before we move.  If not, please keep us in your prayers.

Exactly 8 days from now, we will be moving out of our home and into a hotel.  9 days from now, I will get up early, feed the children, load them (and the dog) and a few belongings all into our van and head toward our new base.  9 days from now, I will see this city for probably the last time.  S will then spend that day loading the truck with a help from some friends, complete his work sign outs (we hope), and leave the next day.  The goodbyes started last week, with the big ones taking place over the weekend when our family worship group from church threw us a very meaningful and memorable farewell party.  Moving is such a bittersweet endeavor–bitter in saying goodbyes, but at the same time, sweet in the anticipation of what God has in store for us in the near future.

The house is almost packed.  All pictures and wall hangings have been removed.  The decor is packed.  We will mostly complete the packing this weekend.  The kids are definitely getting a bit more difficult than usual.  The chaos of ever-present changes in environment and routine that aren’t understood leaves the babies quite cranky.  S and M are bickering a bit more than usual.  Even the dog is becoming more clingy, following me around like a shadow half the time (a big deal when he weighs about 80 pounds!).  I’m sure I’m becoming a little tired of the changes in attitudes and getting a little more impatient myself.   

Thank the Lord for dear friends who have offered to help in so many ways.  One friend brought her little boy over and just hung out for several hours yesterday.  It was a wonderful distraction for us, allowing me time to just fellowship with another mother, and giving the kids an opportunity to play with someone new.  I was then invited to join them and another friend with children later in the day for dinner.  Since S was gone last night, I jumped at the opportunity to get out and fellowship probably one last time.  This same friend offered to take all my children one whole morning this week to let me get much-needed tasks accomplished without interruption.  We received another offer for this weekend.  2 families will each be taking 2 of our children for an evening and a night to allow S and I some time to celebrate my upcoming birthday and just have time to remember that our relationships as a family are more important than any of the stressors we are facing now.  I cannot thank all of you enough for the help! 

As far as the move is concerned, we have little resolution on any issues since my last moving post.  We are still planning on base housing, nothing new there.  We have not yet received any news regarding the medical paperwork that is holding up the process.  S has been trying to contact people to find out the status, but no one is responding.  Because I cannot technically live on the base, S will be officially done with his job here, yet cannot officially sign out without the paperwork process being completed, we will unload the truck into the house and then head to the farm within 2 days.  Essentially, 14 days from now, I will be at Red Gate.  We don’t know for how long, since I can’t return to my new “home”  until we get word the paperwork is completed and S can officially out-process from this base. 

Thus the adventure is now in full swing.  The next few weeks could be challenging as we complete packing and cleaning, live in hotels, me driving 13 hours, inspecting houses, and signing a lease with 4 children in tow, meeting up with S to unload the truck into the new house, getting all our addresses changed, heading on another day-long drive to the farm.  In the midst of all that, I have to pack all the supplies (including my medical supplies) for an undetermined amount of time. 

My prayer at this point is that we can go with the flow, complete our tasks one thing at the time, take each day as it comes, keep our focus on God and family, and look forward to starting this new chapter in our lives.  I know things may be difficult for a while, but I also know God has a great plan and a purpose for all this.  I am indeed eager to witness how everything plays out, and to look back a few years from now, and hopefully have all the mysteries of this time make sense.

Oh, I have come to love ginger!  That ugly root is capable of making my life soooooo much easier.  Outside of the rare occasion I took the powder form out of my spice cabinet when baking, I knew little about ginger until about a year ago.  You may have read the post about a challenging grocery shopping experience I had last April.  (You can read it here.) Well, that trip was the first in a series where it became apparent that our little girl had a major problem with motion sickness.  We never know when it will strike, but as a general rule, we can expect that any car ride over about 15 minutes long will result in vomit.  I have tried putting her in the center of the back, against a back window, and even in the front seat.  Nothing helps.  And once the messes get started, it continues to come at regular intervals.  

Well, shortly after the adventure last year, when we realized this was a big problem, we also realized we had a trip to Red Gate coming up.  That meant a 24-hour drive in the van!  I HAD to find a solution to this problem and quick!  One day, after cleaning up more disgusting mess while on a day trip, I swung the car into a health-food store to see if they had anything to offer.  I explained our difficulty, and the incredibly knowledgable lady working there led me to her supplement aisle, and picked up a bottle of chewable ginger tabs.  She swore by them.  I figured, at worst, I’d just be out $10, and best, we might find help, so I bought them.  As soon as I got back in the van, I gave M a tablet.  We then drove the 3 hours home.  For the first time in months, M didn’t once complain about her tummy hurting!  Still doubtful and thinking “coincidence,” I did not give her any tabs on our next 1/2 hour trip.  Sure enough, she threw up.  On the following trip, I gave her a tab, and she was good to go!  Eventually, we made the 24-hour one-way trip to the farm, giving her ginger tabs every 4 hours.  Not once did she vomit.

I decided to do a bit more research on this little root, and discovered that, sure enough, it is a well-known, ancient cure for tummy illnesses!  It has been known to relieve general nausea, pregnancy morning sickness, and motion sickness.  I was onto something here!  I gave it to M pretty religiously for a while.  After several months with no vomiting, I got a bit lax and forgot one day.   I was quickly reminded of the ginger when I heard M’s tell-tale “cough, gag, choke, cry” in the backseat.  Thus, ginger became a good friend.

Recently, we were house-hunting when M came down with a tummy bug.  She began vomiting one evening, had a slight fever, and continued to vomit every 1/2 hour for most of the night.  At one point, I was so tired, I asked S to take over and let me get some sleep.  After the next vomiting spell, he decided to experiment.  He went to the van, got a ginger tab, and had M eat it.  She didn’t vomit again.  Apparently, it soothes the stomach somehow, much like the modern day pink liquid–only safer.

Now, I will say that the ginger has not proven to eliminate these episodes 100%, but I would definitely estimate about 80-90%.  There is no doubt it has helped tremendously.  I have also found that we have more success if we give her the tabs about 15 minutes before getting in the car, rather than giving it to her after we are already driving. 

So, if you have issues with vomiting children, I would definitely say, “Give ginger a try!”  It can’t hurt, and it may make your life so much cleaner!!

I heard about this concept a couple of years ago, and assumed I was the only person who couldn’t come up with it on my own.  I have since been informed that few parents have heard of this idea, so I thought I would share.

If you have children, you have undoubtedly, at some point in time, faced a dreaded crisis in the car or while out and about.  It never fails that during such a crisis you need some commonly used item, but don’t have it.  The crisis can be anything from a diaper blow-out to car sickness to a cold child.  Fortunately, I have found an wonderfully easy and low-maintenance solution!  You simply pack a small bag in the trunk of your car with all the items that could make your life easier.  There is, of course, no limit to what you may decide to put in this bag, but the following is a list of what I currently pack, or have in the past (and I have, at some time or another, needed every item!)

  • Spare diapers (for the forgotten diaper bag) 
  • A cheap travel bag of wipes (handy for older kids too!)
  • Spare baby bottle and a can or pack of formula (for those unexpected delays)
  • Changes of clothes for each child, including underwear (for oops! moments while eating or when they just can’t “hold it” any longer).  The exception is if you have several children, and some that wear clothes within 1 or 2 sizes of each other.  You can get away with having only 1 set for 2 children in this case. 
  • Snacks (for those delayed lunch times)
  • Baby burp cloths or hand towels (for whatever mess could happen)
  • Gallon ziploc bags (for wet or messy items, or just to serve as a trash bag)
  • Back-up Toy (you never know!)
  • Lightweight jacket for each child (we use these all the time, even in the summer since most places we go have the A/C blasting!)
  • Anything else you can think of.  I have been known to occasionally have hand sanitizer, disposable bibs, and even lotion.

I pick lightweight items, so I can fit all the above for all my children into 1 backpack or tote.  It’s not in the way, but is there if I need it.  In addition, I have learned to carry a first aid kit with basic supplies like ointments, cleaners, and bandaids.  We have a seperate one in the car, but if you don’t, then definitely add it to your emergency kit.  The only maintenance that is required is to make sure you refill whatever you use, and go through it when the seasons change (warm/cold) to put appropriate clothing in.  That is also a good time to check on expired baby formula, dried out wipes, or expired snacks. 

This is well worth the few minutes you invest to get it setup!  You will be thankful many times over that you did!

My little girl is growing up!  Can you tell by her smile that she reached a huge milestone today? Look closely!

Ok, here is a better hint…

That’s right.  She got her ears pierced!  I can’t believe it has happened!  After all, babies aren’t supposed to have pierced ears, and she is my baby girl!  Or so I thought until I look at her now.

When she was first born, we knew this day would eventually come, and S and I agreed to wait until she was about 4 years old (or older), AND expressed an intense desire to have them pierced.  I just never dreamed that desire would be so strongly vocalized so early on.  Over the last 6 months or so, she has really been developing into a “girl,” playing dress up in her princess dresses, fixing her hair, playing in my clothes and dresses, and desiring to do anything else that makes her “pretty.”  I only wear make-up about two or three times a year, but she has seen enough that she loves “make-up” (I give her clear lip balm, but she doesn’t know the difference).  She loves to have her nails painted, and she has really fallen in love with jewelery.  Nothing makes her feel more special than when I let her wear one of my “mommy necklaces” on Sundays.  In addition, she has really become fascinated by my earrings during that time.  She plays with them in my ears, watches me put them on, talks about them and how they got there, and so forth.  We decided this summer, for her 4th birthday might be a good time.  However, then I found out that her pediatrician offered the service, and with the upcoming move, I was leary about whether the new base would offer such a thing.  I loved the idea of having a pediatrician do the deed rather than some teenager at the mall.  S agreed, so we decided to do it a little early. 

We explained to M that it would hurt, and talked about it all the week prior.  As it turned out, the first one went flawlessly, but it did hurt.  So, a nurse and I had to hold her in position for the doc to do the second one.  Then it was over, she cried for just a second, and then she felt so proud!  She wanted to see in the mirror immediately.  I had promised her that we would run to the store afterward, and she could use her allowance money to buy something as a treat.  So that’s what we did, and she chose a plastic necklace package to compliment her new gold earrings (you can see one of them in the pic).  $6 only buys so much jewelery, ya’ know!

So now she is one step closer to being a grown-up, “real mommy”–her present dream in life!  And what a worthy aspiration in my opinion!

Thanks to First Fruits Farm, I have found the ultimate granola recipe, and had to share it!  This recipe makes quite a bit, so be aware.

The Ultimate Granola

  • 1/2 cup coconut oil
  • 1/2 cup butter
  • 3/4 cups honey
  • 1 cup water
  • 9 cups rolled oats (I actually use a mixed 9-grain)
  • 1 cup wheat flour (I use fresh-ground soft wheat)
  • about 2 cups of anything else you want (raisins, pumpkin seeds, flax seeds, almonds, coconut, sesame seeds, millet, salt, cinnamon, dried berries, vanilla, etc.)

First, combine the oil, butter, and honey in a sauce pan and heat until nice, thin, and runny.  Meanwhile, pour oats and flour into a large stockpot (if mixing by hand) or mixing bowl (if using a mixer).  Pour warm oil mixture over oats and mix until all grains are well-coated.  Add in other ingredients and mix well.  Pour and spread mixture as desired (see below) onto cookie sheet.  Bake at 350 degrees for about 15-20 minutes, or until just golden on the edges.  Cool completely.  Depending on the size of your baking sheet, this last step may require 2-3 baking sheets to use all the mixture. Enjoy!!

  • For granola cereal/snack mix, just pour mixture onto cookie sheet, and gently spread over cookie sheet about 1/3 -1/2 inch thick.  There will be some gaps.  After cooling, this can be crumbled further if desired, and stored either in the fridge/freezer to make it last longer, or at room temp if you plan to eat it within a week.
  • For granola bars, pour mixture onto cookie sheet, and use a rolling pin to firmly press it into a 1/3 inch solid sheet of granola.  Slice (I use a pizza cutter) into desired sized bars, then gently roll over the top again to press any crumbles back down. Bake.  Allow to cool for a couple of minutes.  While bars are still soft, use a spatula to gently break them apart where you previously sliced them.  Cool completely.  Store in fridge or freezer to reduce the amount of crumbling.  

As we sit here waiting to see how God will work in our assignment and housing situation, He has no doubt been working in other areas of our life. 

Back in January, we were getting concerned about our baby who seemed to be falling behind developmentally.  On his 1st birthday, he had a doctor’s appointment with a specialist who told us he suspected N had cerebral palsy.  The next 6 weeks brought countless doctor’s appointments and physical therapy appointments to try to prevent him from falling too far behind.  Finally, an MRI gave the official diagnosis of CP.   When I asked what we should expect, the doctor explained that, while N had a mild case, we should expect significant delays.  He likely would not learn to walk until well past his second birthday.  He likely would have trouble with certain tasks requiring limb dexterity and fine motor skills.

The next couple of months were spent trying to loosen his ankles and getting him standing on flat feet instead of pointed toes.  He had to go through a series of foot/ankle casts, eventually being fitted with leg braces to prevent him from standing on his toes.  In the mean time, the Physical Therapist focused on getting his weaker left side strengthened to match his stronger right side. 

Well, I had to show you how God has blessed us, and 15-month-old N, in a tremendous way recently, and in such bigger ways than we could ever have dreamed…..

“For he says, ‘In the time of my favor I heard you, and in the day of salvation I helped you.’ ”   —2 Corinthians 6:2

Listen ladies, and I know 90% of you are ladies, it’s all quite simple.  After reading through my wife’s 4-day diatribe of military life, allow me to put things in perspective.   What’s so bad about not being able to depart to our new assignment when we don’t have a place to live there anyway?  And even if we did have a place to live, she wouldn’t be able to see a doctor because the medical community cannot determine whether she’s medically fit to travel to such a remote, uncivilized place as the Rocky Mountains.  And even if we could find a doctor, Tricare wouldn’t cover it because they too have no proof that there are any medical facilities other than at our current location.  So we pack up the family, go back to the farm, build a fence, tend to the sheep, and watch my Mom’s new house being built.  Eventually the military will wonder where I am and beg me to come back.  I’ll agree to return from AWOL only if they provide a house and written proof to Tricare and the military medical community that a major metropolitan area in the middle of the United States can sustain the life of a Type I diabetic. 

My wife thinks I’m heartless, uncaring, unsympathetic, and annoyingly non-chalant about this whole affair.  The fact is, I’m just a guy.   There was another “guy” giving a speech about 2000 years ago that put it best: 

“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

Matthew 6:25-27

Now I must go give my lovely bride a cold glass of tea, a hunk of dark chocolate, and a backrub.  She’ll forget all about the impending doom ahead of us and tommorow her posts will be dripping with the joy of motherhood. 

Signed,  The Husband…

OK, I am trying very hard to see everything about our current situation optimistically.  I mean, hey, we may not have a home in 3 weeks, but then again, we were tremendously blessed with an amazing realtor who helped us avoid potential disasters twice!  Furthermore, I got to get away, visit a beautiful area, and even get snowed on in mid-May!!  Yet, the hits seem to keep coming.

The military has a program called EFMP (Exceptional Family Member Program), in which any member of a military family who has some type of disability has to enroll.  They must go through a medical process to evaluate whether they are healthy enough for future military PCS assignments.  I was diagnosed in 1984, and we only encountered an issue once in my childhood, despite the fact that the military moved my dad roughly every 5 years.  Then I got married, and moved 3 times with no trouble due to EFMP.  Suddenly, when we were assigned to move to our current location, the EFMP came up, and my husband was told I was supposed to be enrolled in the program since I was diabetic.  This factor arose at the last moment, and the ridiculous amount of paperwork and authorizations involved actually delayed our move somewhat and added all sorts of difficulties.  Not only that, but the paperwork was lost on 2 different occasions, causing S to have to completely re-start the process TWICE!  Nonetheless, we made it through.  We were told at that time that I was now officially enrolled, and we wouldn’t have to worry about it any more.  That it is was primarily designed to protect me from being sent to an overseas assignment where I couldn’t get proper medical care, and that since I was now enrolled, that wouldn’t happen.  So we moved and life went on. 

When S finally got our orders, he assumed everything was good, just as he had been told.  Orders aren’t even issued until that EFMP paperwork is completed anyway.  He had a nagging feeling, though, so he decided to check shortly after he got his orders.  Sure enough, one computer system says I am enrolled, another says I am not.  So he investigated and discovered that he had to repeat the entire process.  Not only that, but this time, they required an in-person health interview to determine if I was healthy enough to move!  I even had to very quickly set up dental appointments so a dentist could approve that my teeth were healthy enough!!! It was ridiculous!  When it was time for the medical interview, we discovered that all my medical records had been lost in the last move.  We THINK they were returned (or never transferred to begin with) from the last base, but we have yet to truly determine that.  Thus, I had to do that process with no medical background history–except for what I had collected personally, like recent lab work and doctor reports.  Thankfully, a doctor agreed to use what I had, filled out his report, and we proceeded to schedule the final interview.  The timing of this interview actually caused us to have to cut short our originally planned house-hunting trip.  That is why we couldn’t stay and try to work something else out. 

So, we drove 800 miles, through a winter storm even, made it home around midnight last night, all so I could make the ever-so important appointment today.  I then drove almost an hour to the required base to meet the interview team.  I sat down, and they proceeded to ask me if I had any history of mental illness.  Although I would have loved to crack a joke at that, I got the impression this uniformed team would not appreciate my cheesy jokes.  So I simply replied No.  That concluded the interview.  Seriously, could they not have asked that over the phone, or simply used the box my doctor checked claiming I was mentally OK?  Then they informed me that apparently all the past paperwork had been dropped from the system and I had to fill out several forms.  WHAT?????????!!!!!!!!  Oh, and to take matters to another level, once I completed the paperwork, it was a 3-6 week process to get me enrolled in the EFMP!  I pointed out that we were PCS’ing in just 3 weeks and didn’t have that kind of time!  They said they would do what they could to push it through, but it is protocol.  Then they instructed me to leave my paperwork at the front desk, and not to worry ‘they’d get it!’  I did as instructed, but certainly have my doubts that the paperwork will ever find its way to the right person.  I have dealt with similiar situations far to many times. 

So, what does it mean if the paperwork doesn’t get done?  Technically, it means my beloved moves without me.  Realistically, it means we will vacation to the farm until the paperwork gets done, as I cannot sign up to the new base until this enrollment process is complete.  So, at this point, we must plan to go to the farm after all for a “vacation,” and see what happens.  If the process is complete by mid-June, we can all return to the new base and life goes on.  If it isn’t, then S will have to return and possibly leave us “vacationing” at the farm until the process is complete.  In the mean time, I won’t have a doctor by the end of June, which I have been counting on since my insulin prescription expires very soon.

So, all I can ask is “Now what?”  The human in me wants to feel completely discouraged, give up, curl into a ball, and have a pity party for a few minutes.  No, of course it all isn’t the end of the world.  Of course it will work out in the end.  It is the not knowing and trying to plan life and care for my children with so many unknowns that overwhelms me.   I had to smile earlier, though, when I decided to relieve my stress in my goofy way by making myself busy.  I decided to pack a few things.  I reached up to grab a cute little Blessings Unlimited block set I had sitting on a shelf.  The set contains a frame with little blocks that you interchange to form different phrases.  When I reached up, this is what I saw:

I guess I can’t argue with that.  So, we wait.  And wonder.  And dream of  3 1/2 years from now when we can retire from the military, and settle at Red Gate Farm.  And, above all, trust that God always has a plan that will allow things to work out in the end.

This has been a long week, and while the physical involvement part of it seems to be over, the emotional part is not. In any case, we left on a week-long trip to find a home at our next assignment.  We are moving now in just 3 weeks.  I had worked with a realtor, and done a ton of research to line up a few houses to look at.  We found quite a few options, and decided to look at them in the order of our preference.  We arrived in town on Friday afternoon, spent the entire afternoon looking at our top 3 preferences (out in the country, that takes hours!).  We returned home to discuss our findings and pray.  On Saturday morning, we met the realtor at the other end of town to look at houses out there.  By the time we saw our 3rd house, S and I were both convicted that the area was wrong there.  We told the realtor and returned home.  We spent the evening talking and praying.  We then visited a wonderful family-integrated church (our first FIC) on Sunday.  By Sunday afternoon, we had complete peace with our decision, and put out an official offer on property #1. 

Property #1 had been for sale for over a year.  We knew there were some permitting issues, and there was a lot of work to be done.  It was a dumpy, tiny trailer, with a couple of additions put onto it to create a total of 800 some-odd square feet.  There was no dishwasher, limited counterspace, required a new septic system, we would have to postpone future adoptions due to space requirements in the homestudies, and we were going to have to choose between our couch or our dining table, as both would not fit.  It would also mean selling our current set of bunk-beds, and S would have to custom-build a smaller set into one of the tiny bedrooms.  Nonetheless, we had an unexplainable attraction to this property, and total peace with making an offer.  We got creative and started thinking outside the box as to how we would function in that living environment.  We made the offer, just to find out that very morning, they received a 2nd offer.  They chose the second offer because the other did not require proper permits on the structures like ours did.  So property #1 was out.  We took another look at property #2, and decided to make an offer.

Property #2 was a cute little 4-bedroom double-wide modular on 5 acres.  It wasn’t perfect, but it was move-in ready, and could easily be improved with limited investment.  It would require S to buy a second car, as it was too far for him to commute by bike, but he was willing.  It had been on the market for over 6 months.  So we offered very fairly.  The offer was accepted, verbal commitments were given, and the initial papers and contracts signed.  In all respects, we had a house.  Things were so certain at that point, that I decided on the goat I was going to buy, worked out a deal with the owner to pay half now and the other half on pick-up.  Then an opportunity presented itself for us to receive 22 already-laying hens from someone who was moving.  We dreamed with the kiddos about the animals we would soon have, the improvements we would make, etc.  We were relieved to know where we were living in 3 weeks.  Then, the next morning, as we were packing and preparing to head home, the bottom fell out from under us.  Our realtor received a call from the agent, who, at the last moment decided to confess that the 600-ft well was totally dry, as were the neighboring wells.  The aquifer had run dry in that area, and water had to be hauled.  Rain collection is not generally allowed by state law in that area, so the owners had to haul all water themselves.  While the issue was minor in terms of us living there, it was major in terms of us being able to sell it in just 3 years.  Who wants an arid property in the middle of nowhere with no water?  Due to the lack of honest disclosure on the seller’s part, it voided the contract, and we were right back to square one. 

 We discussed our options.  Fortunately, my ever-prepared husband had gone ahead and investigated base housing, so we went ahead and signed up on the waiting list.  The houses for our grade are all full for now, so even that is not a promising option.  Disappointed, confused, and frustrated, we were out of time and had to leave to return home.  Then we remembered a 3rd house in the preferred area that we had given little consideration to due to price.  We talked some more, spent the evening praying about it, and had the realtor do a little investigating on it.  This morning, S got up, did his quiet time, and felt compelled to make an offer.  The offer was ridiculously low compared to the asking price and the market value, and we did it with little hope, but nonetheless, we put forth the verbal offer.  I just got a call from the realtor that the seller said, “Thanks but no.” 

I have been unable to find rentals with our preferences (not even necessarily animal related) since we returned.

At this point, I really am confused.  I am mostly over the initial disappointment and discouragement, but am still very confused.  I know that years from now, we may be able to look back on this and it all make sense.  I know that things will all work out according to God’s plan.  There is no doubt in my mind that we just have to have faith and trust Him to let things fall in place.  I am confused though, because of how things have played out so far.  There are still so many questions, but they are of a different nature now.

  • Why would God allow our eyes to be opened to so many aspects of our health, give us a willingness and even a desire to more charge of our food supply, and not open the door to allow us to do so?
  • Why would He give us such peace in regards to purchasing land and making offers on particular homes, just to have every single one fall through?
  • Finally, when all other known options have failed, and we look on base and in the local rental market, why would base housing not even be an option and the preferred off-base housing not be available?

That’s just a few of my current questions.  I am at a complete loss.  I am trusting God to open a door somewhere, and I know He will eventually.  As of now, it looks like we are to just sit back and wait.

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