Here we go again....Deployment #4.  This one is a little different.  Ok, a lot different.  It's 7 months, instead of 12-15 months.  We're not in Alaska, and I'm not shoveling snow.  We're 6 hours (by car) from family, instead of 12+ hours (by plane).  The Hubs is basically an "individual," not part of a large brigade mobilization.  Little 1 and Little 2 are older, and actually cognizant of what's going on.

(Wow...not sure what's going on here.  Gotta figure out this blog stuff...)

This was supposed to be a "non-deployable" job.  Anyone who knows the military knows how laughable that is.  "Non-deployable" means that we'll tell you that, get you into the job, let you and your family get comfortable with that idea, then POOF!, orders hit.  And your hubby is off to do whatever he does.

How The Hubs came to be in this position, and thereby deployed, was under terrible circumstances.  He was the 5th "alternate," and all 5 people on the list ahead of him had family tragedies...deaths, illnesses, car accidents.  It makes it really hard to complain.  Little 1, Little 2, and I are healthy, along with our more extended family.  We've had no tragedies, nothing is falling apart, and we're equipped to handle this.

All this is to say that:  I'M GRATEFUL for this deployment.  It puts thing into perspective.  If it weren't for our health and safety, The Hubs would be home.  So, I praise God for His blessing, provision, and His trust in our abilities to survive this, and lead others.  I just hope that I'm worthy of His faith.  And I hope I don't go crazy! :D