One Week Down: An Air Force Update.
It’s interesting how two years of waiting, planning, and preparing has brought us to this point - actually having to follow through.
I remember so clearly hearing God speaking a word to me prior to the, “I’d like to look into joining the Air Force” talk.
What could that mean? Is this because I asked for more patience? That’s not what I meant, God. I just want to have patience, not earn it the hard way. No one likes to wait. (Read more about that here.)
This entire process has required a lot of waiting. And now, here we are, it’s finally happening, and I’m still waiting. A new season of waiting in fact – waiting to see my husband again. It’s been a little over a week since Derek left for Officer Training and I have just under eight more to go. But, boy am I so thankful for that forewarning.
For so long, we talked about it and let the thrill and anticipation for it all get us through a lot of the waiting, but now we actually have to live it. Kind of like buying tickets to go skydiving: exciting when you’re brave enough to buy them, exciting when you talk about how crazy it’s going to be, exciting when you imagine all the cool stories and pictures you’ll get to share - but then the day comes - and all of a sudden it’s time to jump. You might not even be able to see the ground from the plane but you have no choice at this point. You have to jump…there’s no turning back.
It seemed like such a great and simple plan when I had Derek by my side, when it was so far off in the future, with no official date attached to it. It felt so easy to trust God with an eventual plan but now we have to live out and work out that trust, with all the uncertainties and surprises that are bound to pop up.
After a somewhat rushed hug and a few quick kisses, while simultaneously stepping toward the shuttle, the door was shut and they were off to the airport. It was abrupt and rushed, but probably best not to make time for a drawn out emotional “good-bye”. Don’t let them see you cry, just get to the car. I quickly turned and instantly heard the God of the Universe whisper, “It’s you and Me.”
But it’s always been Him and me...
However, in a moment where I could’ve felt very alone, He reminded me that just as much as this adventure is for Airman and Me, it’s also for Airman and Jesus, and Jesus and Me.
I believe God speaks. I believe He spoke in that moment. I believe He will continue to speak. I believe He is present and I believe He is Comforter. So now more than ever, it’s time to act like it and activate it. Faith requires movement, right?
Now that we’ve jumped toward the call He placed on our little family of two and we’re free falling, we’ve got to tighten the straps and cling to the parachute we have in Christ. We’re secured in His presence, and He’s fastened to us for the ride. And when we press in, pull at His string of promises, He will release His power and allow us to soar. The ground view will become visible again and I’m sure it will be a stunning sight.
After that awful walk back to my car, The Lord gave me an anthem song for this new season. It was instant and timely and the words couldn’t have been more accurate or spot on - reminding me that He’s with me and present in the waiting.
I don’t believe in coincidences, I believe in a God who speaks, and I believe that because He’s God He can use any medium He wants to make His voice known. In this case, He used the shuffle feature on Spotify – because He’s cool like that.
If you too are in a time of transition, waiting, about to take that leap into the unknown, or in the midst of a free fall, listen, and let this be your anthem too! And don’t forget to comment below!