LORD, HELP ME

I was left with the option to build my house (family) or tear it down.  I chose to build! Yes I was discouraged and Yes I was upset by the changes that came suddenly into my life.  But I know that God has a plan and the enemy always seeks to destroy that plan.

I have come to trust God for many things before and He has been faithful.  Therefore, I will continue to trust in Him and ask Him to teach me how to build my home.  I ask for a greater capacity to love my husband's daughters and embrace them as my own.

What's Next?

Continuing from my previous post "What???" - I want to share what happened next.

As I mentioned I was not a very happy camper with the news of his daughters coming to live with us.  So many thoughts raced around my head and the emotions each thought produced was not exactly positive.  You see that's how the enemy works.  He has you to entertain those negative thoughts so you can react to a particular situation instead of learning to respond.  But anyway....

Well let's just say that I entertained too many thoughts and that's why my reaction was what it was!

WHAT???????????

I remember that day so clearly.  I had returned from visiting family in NJ and my husband was home for a few days before he returned to GA.  As I was unpacking I found him to be rather odd, very edgy - more than usual.

I asked him what was wrong. He nervously told me that he received a letter in the mail that his daughters were removed from the mother's home into foster care and that he was summoned to court to take custody of them.

WHAT??????????  Are you kidding me! (you have to understand the history in order to relate with this statement and reaction ).

He's Retiring & I've Been Enlisted!

It's been quite awhile since I've shared on this blog.- more than a year to be exact!  There is a reason why.  So many changes came like a whirlwind.  As he was going through the process of being medically discharged - I was being drafted into the battlefield I was not prepared to enter.

I thought the worst was finally coming to an end as he drew closer to his retirement. Or was it?

He's been home eight months and as grateful as I am to God for answering my prayers of returning my husband to me safely - I was not prepared for the person that arrived.  I say "person" because the man that left to Afghanistan did not return.  Instead another man arrived in the image of my husband!  This man was an   impostor!  "WHERE IS MY HUSBAND" I felt like shouting....

I spent many nights crying and reminiscing of who my husband used to be.  It has taken every strength I had and every ounce of courage to stay in this marriage.