What a day!
So, Ryan left for work at 5:30PM. At about 6:30 he calls me and tells me he is being deployed and could I pack him a suitcase. Trying to remain calm and think of only the absolute relevant questions, we had a conversation that went something like this:
Ryan: I need you to pack me a suitcase, I have to be in (name of large city we live 30 miles from) before 9:00 and I still have to find out what vehicle I'm taking and check out some stuff from the station.
Me: Do you know how long you will be gone? I mean, should I pack you 2 pair of underwear or 6?
Ryan: I don't know.
Me: Do you know where you are going? Do you need any warm clothes?
Ryan: I don't know.
Me: Do you need bedding/towels/etc. or just clothes?
Ryan: I don't know. Gotta go. I'll be home in about an hour to grab my stuff. Love ya. Bye.
OK, I don't know if you have ever been in this situation but it is a really wierd emotional thing. I'm worried, fearful, but I also need to be able to think rationally and be able to discern things I have no idea about (ie. how many pairs of underwear the guy will need.) I also can't let on that I am worried and fearful because HE is so excited and the kids will take on my attitude so....
I take out the largest suitcase I can find and pack six pairs of everything figuring he can wear things more than once if need be (you know the old turn the underwear inside out routine?), 2 towels, a sheet, some instant oatmeal, earplugs, and flip flops for the shower (assuming there is one). Oh, yeah, plus his uniforms.
He finally shows up at about 8:00, grabs his suitcase and says, "Man, this is heavy, what all do you have in here?" (I just laugh :) He kisses the kids and I good-bye and flies out the door with two sandwiches and a Gatorade in his hand. Our last conversation went something like this:
Me: "So do you know where you are going?"
Ryan: "I don't know."
Me: "Do you know how long you will be gone?"
Ryan: "I don't know."
Me: "Oh, OK, well, bye."
Ryan: "Bye."
He did mention he will probably be working 20 hour days and be sleeping on a cot in someone's barn (I guess he can forget about the shower). This kind of thing is what he lives for, it's why he loves his job-- oh the adventure and excitement of it all! I guess it isn't necessary for me to know where he is? As long as he knows where he is....and God always knows where he is.....and I know where I am.....and God knows where I am.....and I will stop rambling now, it's what I do when I have been uprooted to any degree....
Ryan: I need you to pack me a suitcase, I have to be in (name of large city we live 30 miles from) before 9:00 and I still have to find out what vehicle I'm taking and check out some stuff from the station.
Me: Do you know how long you will be gone? I mean, should I pack you 2 pair of underwear or 6?
Ryan: I don't know.
Me: Do you know where you are going? Do you need any warm clothes?
Ryan: I don't know.
Me: Do you need bedding/towels/etc. or just clothes?
Ryan: I don't know. Gotta go. I'll be home in about an hour to grab my stuff. Love ya. Bye.
OK, I don't know if you have ever been in this situation but it is a really wierd emotional thing. I'm worried, fearful, but I also need to be able to think rationally and be able to discern things I have no idea about (ie. how many pairs of underwear the guy will need.) I also can't let on that I am worried and fearful because HE is so excited and the kids will take on my attitude so....
I take out the largest suitcase I can find and pack six pairs of everything figuring he can wear things more than once if need be (you know the old turn the underwear inside out routine?), 2 towels, a sheet, some instant oatmeal, earplugs, and flip flops for the shower (assuming there is one). Oh, yeah, plus his uniforms.
He finally shows up at about 8:00, grabs his suitcase and says, "Man, this is heavy, what all do you have in here?" (I just laugh :) He kisses the kids and I good-bye and flies out the door with two sandwiches and a Gatorade in his hand. Our last conversation went something like this:
Me: "So do you know where you are going?"
Ryan: "I don't know."
Me: "Do you know how long you will be gone?"
Ryan: "I don't know."
Me: "Oh, OK, well, bye."
Ryan: "Bye."
He did mention he will probably be working 20 hour days and be sleeping on a cot in someone's barn (I guess he can forget about the shower). This kind of thing is what he lives for, it's why he loves his job-- oh the adventure and excitement of it all! I guess it isn't necessary for me to know where he is? As long as he knows where he is....and God always knows where he is.....and I know where I am.....and God knows where I am.....and I will stop rambling now, it's what I do when I have been uprooted to any degree....
Labels: Ryan
posted by As For Me and My House | 7:05 PM
3 Comments:
Wow! What a confusing day for you. Sounds like you did good packing cosidering you didn't have any information...
I think it is brave of you to be supportive of him and his dreams (like you said, he likes the adventure of it all) and you are right that God knows all and is in control. In these times He will stretch & grow you.
Thinking of you, sure makes our caotic week seem not so bad after all. We will be praying for safety for Ryan and peace for you and the kids.
Wow! I can't even imagine! I'm very impressed with your strength and courage! BTW, I think you did a great job packing! You are very smart and creative!
I love that you are so supportive of Ryan's adventurous spirit! I will be praying for you all while he is away as well as for his safety wherever he may be. Aren't you so thankful that you can be comforted by the Lord in these situations? I cannot fathom dealing with that type of uncertainty apart from His guiding hand and peace. I know you are holding tightly to Him in these days and pray that you will be overwhelmed with peace in the midst of the unknown!
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