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The Waiting Game...

You'd think I'd be used to waiting. You'd think I'd have developed some patience by now. You'd think this whole game gets easier. You'd think I'd be less anxious. You'd think.....but NO! I stink at waiting. I hate not knowing. I hate the uncertainty of not being in control. I am going CRAZY! This game in particular refers to our next assignment. We developed our "list," checked it twice, revised it a few more and after thinking about some particulars, revised it once more. That list was sent and now we WAIT! Let's face it, the list is simply kindness shown by those in charge which allows us to THINK we have a say in this whole process, but when it comes right down to it, THEY will put us where they may. I am not a throw it in your face type of religious person, but I believe strongly that the ultimate decision of where we may go is up to God. I am okay with wherever it may be. I. JUST. WANT. TO. KNOW! NOW! This next assignment is a big one for us. Chris will ultimately receive his promotion to Major there, Claire and Mya BOTH will begin school (OMG! Tear, tear to that realization.), and our life story will continue to be told. It is such an awesome journey that we are on, but I am impatient. I want to know what's next while I am trying to savor each moment of now. Here's to hoping that day will be this week....

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Tara G. said…
We're waiting, too! I think it's harder when you're overseas and ready to go home and when that itch to move starts!

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