For 17 years, I had been a stay at home mom and military spouse. My days consisted of homeschooling my kids, chauffeuring, meal-planning, budgeting, making sure life was stable during TDY’s and deployments, and supporting my husband through three college degrees. While these things gave me great fulfillment and I loved my role in the family, I had always had dreams of my own. Our family made a lot of sacrifices for me to stay at home with my children. Society says you can’t survive on one income and we proved them wrong.
We were driving around the other night through our small town, probably having a conversation that went like this, “where do you want to eat?” “I don’t know, what do you want to eat?" There was a light mist of rain that I know must have wished it were snow, because snowflakes that fall gently through the night sky with the glow of Christmas lights makes for a far more welcoming ambiance to go with the holiday song “Baby It’s Cold Outside” playing in the car.
The holidays are approaching, so you know what that means…the black plague of shopping is upon us. No, I don’t really think this way. I love shopping during the holidays, albeit mostly online. Enter Thanksgiving-the day we feast with family, watch football, and discuss all those blessings we are so thankful for.
Blog post from Military Connection: I had heard the term PTSD as it related to war heroes, but I did not know much about its impacts on civilians. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is a mental affliction that can cause one to be hyper-vigilant, aggressive, easily angered, subjected to nightmares, depression, anxiety and more. After my brother, Major Samuel Griffith, was suddenly and tragically killed in Afghanistan, I did not even realize I, personally, had PTSD.
Yikes! That pesky little word always turns up at the exact moment someone cuts you off in traffic…especially by your toddler who just learned that Jesus told us to forgive everyone in Sunday school. Wait…Everyone? Even that person who lied to cover their deceit, or that person who slandered you, or mocked you. What about that best friend that gossiped and told your deepest secrets in an effort to seek “prayer”?