Change in Plans

One of many reasons God tells us not to worry:  often the things we fret over never come to pass.

Josh came home for lunch today with the words, "Bad news.  We're not going to Alaska.  The Army just put me on orders to be a recruiter." 

Thankfully we weren't too terribly far into the process of PCSing.  We'd been to one two-hour brief, a desk-side meeting, and set up a couple other appointments. Ethan and I were supposed to be seeing a doctor today to get medical clearance to PCS to an OCONUS location, and tomorrow I had an appointment to get a no-fee governnment passport, but now I'm cancelling those.

I hate unplanning the planned.

My poor mind.  It's so pointless trying to wrap my mind around anything the Army says.  So, so pointless.

On the plus-side, Josh won't be deploying any time soon!  Really and truly, I was more excited about Alaska for Josh than for myself; being without my husband in the frozen tundra doesn't really excite my southern self... although I was looking forward to a good challenge and seeing a very different part of the country.  Oh well.  Guess I don't have to pack away my flip-flops afterall.  If they station us where Josh joined, it looks like we'll be moving to Gainesville.  The possibility is so absurd, I just have to laugh.

But for now, I'm not going to think about it. I have a feeling Josh is going to do whatever he can to get out of this one... going Warrant or submitting his OCS packet... in which case he'd likely go to a long school and then get stuck back at Fort Gordon. 

We're never leaving this place.  I can feel it.

Lord, please, please let me eat those words.