Okay, okay, here it goes...
Hi. My name is Lauren, and I just found out that after a couple of years of marital bliss, I am going to be an Air Force Wife.
All I have to say is, "YAY! And Yikes!"
Let me take a moment to share with you a bit about our lives up until this point. Derek and I (cue handsome hubby) met over nine years ago in high school and have been pursuing each other everyday since! He played football and I was a cheerleader, yada yada yada, and the rest is history...NOT!
The talk about a career in the Air Force first began two years into our dating relationship and has come and gone since. Derek and I dated for about five and half years, we spent one year planning a charming and absolutely perfect Christmas themed wedding, and we were finally married December 6th, 2013. After celebrating our one year anniversary, the Air Force topic snuck back into our conversations little by little, here and there, until he couldn't help shake the idea.
Derek began wondering what future regrets may sprout should he not give the Air Force a try. So, being the supportive wife that I am (ehem, try to be) and yet, scared to my core, I agreed to get on board with the application and selection process. Seriously guys, I really thought this was all a phase. Each time Derek brought up the possibility of seeking a military career, I was quick to listen and equally as quick to brush it off and suggest other options my oh-so-talented husband would excel at. Be that as it may, Derek scheduled an appointment with a recruiter.
In late September of 2015, the meeting hit me like a ton of bricks. I had completely forgotten about it to be honest, and when the reality of it set in, I was immediately brought to tears. What's going to happen? Can we really handle military life? Will Derek deploy? How many days and nights might I spend alone? Where will we live? I've only lived in one place my whole life! Am I going to be "barefoot and pregnant"? I'm going to have to close my business and say good-bye to my friends and family! But I love my church, I WON'T leave my church! My fears began rolling in like crashing ocean waves; intense, intimidating and oh-so-loud.
I could only do what I knew best, pray.
Lord, I am terrified. I can't do this. If this is a part of your plan for our lives, show me. Comfort me and alleviate me of my fears. For I know where fear exists, faith can not. Build my faith! Speak to me and strengthen me to be the wife and woman you created me to be. I want to support Derek as I'm called to, but I'd be faking it! If this is where you are leading us, change my heart. I want to genuinely support Derek, and I want to embrace this new season of life with a joyful heart. Protect our marriage from the schemes of the enemy, and give Derek the wisdom and courage to lead us according to your Word and will...
As I continued to cry my heart out to God, reciting my fears (as if He didn't already know them) hoping He'd change Derek's mind or slam the door shut on this opportunity, He interrupted me...
'For I know the plans I have for you...'
In his loud and yet gentle voice. That was all He needed to say. Supernaturally, and quite instantly, the tears stopped, runny nose dried, panting calmed and peace infiltrated my entire body. God is so, so good.
I remembered the rest of that promise He gave me in that moment...
Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you hope and a future."
It took Derek one month to overcome many obstacles just to apply by the November deadline; a number of tests, interviews, and forms; all submitted, T's crossed and I's dotted, the deed was done.
Okay, now we wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. Four and a half months, we waited.
On March 16th, 2016 I received an email from one elated Derek Torres: "Confirmation Etsy Purchase- 'Taken by An Airman' Racerback Tank Top"
Okay, Lord, here we go...
Hey, that's a cute top! Find yours here.