Waiting

February, where did you come from?? 

I love the month of February. For one, it is the shortest month, which is perfect as the following month is extremely important. Two, it means that these cold winter months are coming to an end, Hallelujah praise Jesus! And three, winter is almost over. Oh wait, that was number two. Well two or three, this is mucho importante to me. I seem to just wait through December and January to finally reach February. And I'm not a super patient person. And by not super I mean not. at. all. I can't stand being cold. Even the slightest chill will send me spiraling out of a fantastic mood. So, come on Air Force! Send me to Hawaii! Or at least somewhere more south of the equator.

On this subject, we should be finding out any day now where our new home will be. I could have said this same statement last week. It hasn't changed much. Supposedly it is posted on the Giant's personal site, but due to some unforseeable technical difficulties, he has been unable to access it...GRRRRR! Again, not so patient. You know that whole military "Hurry up and wait thing" that everyone complains about? For once, I am completely okay with it. I don't mind one bit hurrying up to find out our destination and waiting for it to happen. I am d.y.i.n.g. to know at this point. We have been praying for so long on this. And knowing now today or tomorrow won't change it in the slightest, but just knowing...ah just knowing is really all I want. Again, I don't know why I'm so obsessed with finding out right now. We still have 5 or 6 months before any moving happens. And really if it is somewhere like freakin' Antarctica, well then I'll just have 5 or 6 months to dread it. (PS Hubs if it is somewhere like freakin' Antarctica- first you'll owe me, then second I won't really be too upset as long as we're all together again- it is all an adventure). Yes, yes... an adventure. But Lord, please allow it to be a warm adventure. Or if it is not a warm adventure, please at least allow it to be an exciting and beautiful adventure that will take my mind off of the coldness that might be there.

I was reading through Meet the McQuiddys the other day and read a post that about jumped out and slapped me in the face. It happened to be on a day that I was extremely stressed about this subject of moving. Coincidentally, Kristin had been going through something similar, waiting for her husband's Naval orders to come in and finally receiving them only to find that they are being sent to their last pick on their dream sheet. She had such an inspirational take on her situation. As I read it, I felt God saying me to, "See Molly, I will take care of you. I have a plan." Reading her post inspired me to trust God a little more than I have been with this. As if anything I want to happen will happen if it is not His plan. I know that no matter where we are sent, it will be exactly where He wants us to be and we will be there together (most of the time...). He will provide for us and prepare us for all He has in store. How exciting. All I have to do is continue to wait. I've got the easy part of all this. I'm just along for the ride. And Cheyanne, well she'll be my adventure buddy.

You know I'll be blogging the news as soon as we hear. My fingers will still remain crossed for tomorrow... until then... I wait.

Proverbs 16:9

"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps."

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Update: We found out that we will not be finding out our destination for about a month due to delays in his aircraft assignment. Bummer. And I also got fussed at by the Giant that I will not be sharing our destination right away due to blah blah blah reasons. Poop on my parade! I'm still learning my new role. I know you are disappointed, ha. At least I am!