I recently completed my seventh inter-state move in eleven years. I have moved so frequently that, truthfully, the idea of NOT moving every couple of years terrifies me. Don’t get me wrong. Moving is incredibly exhausting and difficult. First, there are the physical tasks associated with moving: packing, unpacking, and finding a new home, just to name a few. More difficult are the emotional tasks that must be endured: saying good-bye to old friends, making new friends, recreating routines. I could go on and on with this list. Sometimes I wonder how we survive this major life event so frequently that it almost seems minor.
Well, today I am thankful for the many friends God has blessed me with in each place I have lived. (My reason for missing my blog post yesterday happens to be that I was at dinner with several wonderful ladies who have befriended me here.) I would have lost my sanity long, long ago had it not been for friends. My friends are my lifelines. They are both military and civilian. They provide desperately needed companionship and tips on where to find local resources. They love my children like their own and take care of them when I need help. They give me shoulders to cry on and lean on. They intercede in prayer for my family and me. They invite me into their lives, homes, and families, and for this I will always be grateful. One of the hardest aspects of being a military family is being so far away from family most of the time, but we always end up with friends stand in the gap, particularly for my girls. I would list each by name and tell the amazing stories of blessings my friends have heaped on me over the years, but I fear I would leave someone out by mistake. Someday I might attempt to record these stories, but for now, dear friends, know that I love you and thank God for you!