Our re-enlistment issues went from bad to ugly last week. Many of you know about how a routine trip to MEPS in August turned to a completely annoying mess. All this time we've tried to stay positive and have faith that God was going to work it out but it just wasn't happening. Forget his outstanding service record and incredible test scores, no one could get past a certain office and their "logic." So we kept hearing "We're working on it!" or "Yeah we found someone else who might be able to help." and "We'll get back to you." It was so frustrating it was to hear that stuff for over a month just to keep getting the brush-off.
Early last week things got a lot worse. We knew what G.I. Joe was re-enlisting for was our loophole but something fell through with the only method they could use to get him in. I know that's super vague but stay with me. Basically our chance for Army (Active Duty) enlistment was shot. Because we need things like an income and health insurance we had to make a tough decision.
I cried and cried that night. I fully believe all branches are equally important but each branch suits those personalities the best. We ARE an Army family. The idea of going into another branch just broke me. I felt like I knew we wouldn't fit in anywhere. And I hated the idea of G.I. Joe enlisting somewhere else just out of worrying about money only to end up miserable. But he came to my rescue like always.
"Its not fair, Babe! God was supposed to fix this! He promised! We are an Army family."
"No, Babydoll. We are a family. We can be a family in any branch."
"But what about your dream? You can't have that same thing in any other branch! I don't want you missing out on something because of us."
"My ultimate dream was to be with you and have a Lucy. I've got that no matter what uniform I wear."
So after a very long emotional night the next morning we got up and went to the Armed Forces Recruiting Station. We figured we should stop by the Army office one last time before talking to the Navy and Marines to see what our options were. I was finally at the place where--even though I didn't love the idea--I had accepted that we would have to switch branches. And I knew if that happened God would make sure we felt at peace about it. We had to get back to making sure we were God's family first, before the military's family. Both of us knew without a shadow of a doubt that if the Army was out we did need to go into another branch. Being out of the military altogether just wasn't where we felt led.
The big question now is....what branch is G.I. Joe in as of Friday afternoon?
Haha is it mean I gotta thrill out of dragging that out?!
You have to love being able to slide in a back door!
That "one last" visit to the recruiting office turned up a whole new opportunity that really makes me wish someone would have found it a month ago. But on the other hand, this has been an incredible growing experience. We're both still exhausted because of it, but its a good tired. And you can imagine we've been celebrating like crazy! Soon we'll have ID cards! DoD stickers for the truck! PX privileges! Graduation! Tricare! Promotion pinning! Oh yeah, and that reminds me. Had things gone "right" back in August G.I. Joe would have had to wait a while on promotions. Now he'll get one much sooner. And he gets a job that he loves!
I don't think I can put into words how good this feels.
We haven't stopped thanking God all weekend.
This just feels right.
God knew we were meant for the Army
but I think He wanted us to be willing to follow HIM wherever.