When I Feel Alone

I make a career of waiting. I am a military wife-hurry up and wait is part of my life. I am alone a lot. Whether it is waiting for my husband to get home after 3 weeks away at a field operation, or after a 6 month deployment. I wait a lot. Add in being a mom-you know how that goes-and I pretty much have to wait for everyone. Patience does not come easily.

Hitting a point in my season of motherhood-when I went from two children to four with the twins’ birth-where I could not even manage to find the time to host a playdate, I really became isolated. It was depressing.

My focus was not in the right place.

I was being impatient.

I have not always been the most patient person. Some who know me as a mom of 4 (including twins), who see how patient I can be (operative words CAN BE) juggling my children, may think I am lying, but I am not naturally a patient person. At the age of 8, while doing homework one night, I asked my mom for help on a math problem. At the end of her helping me through a stressful lesson, I said, “I think I will have to learn patience in my life.” At eight I knew patience was my weakness. God had plans for me. 

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Enjoy your time at home!