• Deployment,  Home,  Love,  Marriage

    Come Away

    We played “Come Away With Me” at our wedding – our first dance after making a promise way too big for a couple of arrogant kids. It’s a lazy, lovely song about the easy adventure of falling in love. Nora Jones croons in exquisite alto how to let go and join in on the act of being with another person – on a cloudy day, under rain on a tin roof. We swayed in dress shoes under twinkle lights while we whispered the lyrics and conjured up a long, adventurous life together. Those our rhythmic first steps into years of coming away with each other. To a brick boxed house in North Carolina, to…

  • Army,  Deployment,  Love,  Marriage

    To the Young Military Wife 

    Your friends were a little surprised when you got that ring – the one he bought at the PX at a serious discount, chose with the help of a clerk in a vest and a weary smile. You heard how young you were, how hard it would be, but you got approval and admiration nonetheless because you were doing something noble. You were joining the ranks of military families. Maybe you don’t feel so noble now in the brick house with hard tile floors and the Wal Mart printed wedding photos hanging on your walls with thumbtacks. You can still fit into those middle school jeans, but they feel a…

  • Christian Living,  Community,  Deployment,  Family,  Friends,  God,  Home,  Kingdom,  Love,  Motherhood

    Light Like Lavender

    Someone once told me that she was glad to be done with her 20s. I was 20 at the time and she looked at me with soft pity and said, “Oh man, twenties are the hardest. Just wait until your thirties, they are way better. You know yourself, you don’t care as much what other people think, it’s just better.” I could have hugged her. Or gotten her flowers. Or introduced her to a puppy to cuddle. Because at the time my husband was on month 9 out of 15 in Afghanistan and I had moved home to escape ghosts. I was acutely aware that I had no idea who…

  • 5 Minute Friday,  Community,  Deployment,  Family

    5 Minute Fridays | Perspective

    1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking2. Link back here and invite others to join in.3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.  ——————————————–  When he packed his things in that old Cat bag and I made sure to fold the clothes over a photo in a frame it felt familiar. When he drove away and my heart couldn’t take the burden it was an old feeling. When I sobbed into Samson I felt like I was home again – bitterly. But when the pain subsided quickly. When I went outside to get the coffee…

  • Army,  Deployment,  Family

    Out of our Nightminds

    This is kind of an older post, I wrote it on July 17, 2008 but I didn’t post it on here. 🙂 So here it is. So my person’s husband, Levi, is back from his 13 month deployment to Iraq. He’s home. It’s over. Through heart wrenching goodbyes, frustrating phone dates, sleepless nights Beth has been strong and been an absolutely incredible mother. She has done something that many women cannot do. She not only stayed faithful to her husband, but she constantly and increasingly adored him, all the while raising their young son. Today I had a few beautifully surreal moments. I was doing something on my computer with…

  • Army,  Deployment,  Love,  Marriage

    More Than Survival

    This is an essay I wrote for my English class. I think it could be helpful…. When a soldier leaves for war, his mind is filled with the stories he has heard from his contemporaries, images he may have seen on a previous tour that still haunt him, perhaps thoughts of how long until he will see his home again. When a married soldier leaves for war he is thinking about the wife he is saying goodbye to, making sure that he has left everything in order so that she will be able to take care of things, and hoping the days go by quickly until he is back in…

  • Deployment,  Family

    Ode to Beth

    For TV dinners and lots of FrapsMy morning self won’t covet naps. And for everything that’s in the hapsI guess all we can do is yak. You make me smile with your rants and ravesAbout this stupid “bastard” state. We love our men and we hate to wait,But that’s just what is on our plate. Oh, my person, you’re an answer to prayer.On “Sedberry’s Anatomy” you’re a main player. Right now you’re typing just over thereAnd I am creating a laugh we’ll share.