Weekend Review: The Waiting is Almost Over

If you are new here and joining from a link up, welcome. This post is a bit of a review and will contain several link backs to previous posts to get you caught up (or remind you if you’ve been here but forgotten the details). Thanks for stopping by today!
Our plane landed at DFW airport on November 1, 2014 – seven months ago (or it will be a full seven months on the day we get our stuff). When we boarded the plane in Germany, I told Peter not to be surprised if we had a welcoming committee waiting for us in Dallas. He didn’t believe me. In addition to my parents and grandparents, two aunts, an uncle, and a college friend greeted us! (My sister joined us a little later).
Our Homecoming Committee, November 1, 2014

We participated in the ALS walk in honor of my uncle Bill. We enjoyed the holidays with our families. Then we settled in Pampa, at Grandpa’s house (Peter’s Dad, if you are new here). We didn’t expect the job search process to take very long. Peter was optimistic that he could find civilian employment doing the job for which the military trained him. Then the rejections started coming. And kept coming. The advisor at the Veteran’s Affairs office told Peter a certain percentage of unemployment income is set aside for veterans. He begrudgingly signed up, hoping to only use it for a month or two. Three months later, Peter decided he might as well start work on his master’s degree again. After some research, we learned that our alma mater, Lubbock Christian University, now offers a Master’s Degree in clinical mental health counseling. I have my master’s in social work, and I mentioned to him that Child Protective Services is always hiring and a job with that agency would be a “baptism by fire” into the social services world. This process started in March. On April 20, he started his new job with CPS in Plainview.

During the days of no employment, Dietrich had a small but painful for him health concern. I was grateful for so much during that time – that we still had Tricare, that we were living at Grandpa’s house, that Dietrich is homeschooled so he wasn’t missing any days of school – but I also felt a little alone during that time. The last time Dietrich had surgery, we lived in Colorado Springs. We were part of a church family that took care of us – one friend TOLD me she was bringing dinner the evening of his surgery. Living in transition, we haven’t connected to a local congregation, and while Grandpa is a great support system,
a mama needs gal pals.
As soon as Peter found a job, I began the search for an available place to rent. While the options were limited, I believe God’s hand is in the place we found. The apartment manager has been kind and patient, sensitive to our unique situation as we transition into civilian life. When a military member leaves the service, storage is provided for up to six months. Since we went over that, we had to pay for a partial month of storage (if you are new, pop over here for the rest of that story).
More recently, in addition to the normal tasks of homeschooling and parenting, I’ve been a concerned daughter. My dad’s mother is in poor health and, unfortunately, some family drama surrounds the situation. However, one thing I hold close to my heart is that my dad has become more than my father. He is also a friend that I can talk to about anything.
July 2010, Six Flags Over Texas

This transition has been difficult, but I’ve also grown through it. We can go nowhere God hasn’t already been. He’s prepared the way. He knows the plans He has for us and they are good plans. We often have trouble trusting in His timing or waiting for His provisions, but He never fails to keep a promise.

Lake Lucern, Switzerland ~ May 2014