while I'm waiting...

Oh my. I have no patience.

We were supposed to find our where the first PDS will be, but haven't heard anything yet. Was supposed to happen Monday. Then Tuesday. Then most definitely Wednesday. And now it's for sure on Friday. So...PLEASE GET THIS OVER WITH.

I'm seriously stressing myself over something so small. God's really trying to teach me a lesson here. Every little noise or flash my phone makes I freak out and don't want to read it or answer the call just in case it's B with any sort of news. The internet is a terrible thing for me to be reading at this point; it's pretty much convinced me that since B isn't over an E-5 rank that he'll be sent to Japan for 2 years and I can't go and BLAH BLAH BLAH.

Someone, slap me. I need to calm down especially since we don't even know anything yet.

Ughhhh.

not {our} will, but Yours.

"Father, if you are willing, take this cup from me; yet not my will, but Yours be done." -Luke 22:42

(disclaimer: religious talk. sorry if it bothers you...but you know what you were getting into when you followed this)

This sudden possible change of plans has got me thinking like crazy lately. It would completely throw a big fat wrench in our lives and mess up everything we had planned for our future and for our (future) kids. B wanted to make something big out of himself, become one of the few and the proud and earn that title. We felt like we were going nowhere in life and that we wouldn't get anywhere anytime soon with the life we were living. The Marines could offer us financial stability, travel opportunites...a new place to start over completely, and that's what we wanted.

However.

One could say B is running from his initial calling; to preach the Gospel and be a minister in our church. We thought God could use him in the Marines and maybe that's still the plan for his life. Or maybe B is running from his calling and God is going to do whatever it takes to get him back to where he needs to be. Which could very well be living paycheck to paycheck, standing in the pulpit occasionally, a handful of chaotic kids only somewhat paying attention to what he's saying, planning events that no one really shows up to...maybe that's what we're supposed to be doing. Or maybe God has something way better in mind like this: B will get discharged from recruit training, he'll realize that the Marines wasn't where he needed to be, and he will get back in church (which is definitely when our marriage and closeness to each other was the strongest) and we will live happily ever after. And maybe start our own radical church (which is what B and I had wanted from the start).

We don't know.

I do know this: I will be happy with whatever happens. After all, it's not our plans that matter, but God's. What he has in store for our lives, I have no idea. And I certainly don't want to be running so far away from it that He has to use drastic force to get us back in position. I will be more than happy if B gets to stay and fulfill his dream, I will be happy if I get a phone call tomorrow saying he's coming home (although I would still be depressed for a few days...). We are in this together, we can make the most of whatever happens.

Oh, and I also know this: We know where not to live if we ever need a cheap apartment again.

~T Minus 11 days

In 11 days (and about 30 minutes) I'll be Mrs. Krystal Anderson! I'll be a wife! How exciting (and nerve-racking!)

Dropped of my dress at the cleaner's today. There were a few spots on the front but the guy said it could all be taken care of for $20. Not bad! I pick it up next Friday.

Don't really know what to write again...I still have a few things to do but nothing out of control. I'm very lucky to have people doing so much for this wedding; they're really taking a lot of the stress off! Of course since we're planning a wedding in about 2 weeks, I don't think I have much time to stress about anything.

Still excited for consecrating the marriage...obviously.