Sunday, January 25, 2015

Comfort During Times of Hardship

Sometimes life stinks. Bad things happen, frustrating things happen, and things that just don’t make any sense happen. For some people, life stinks because of the consequences of a poor decision on their part. For example, I would assume that being in prison stinks, and the vast majority of people who end up in prison are there due to poor decisions to disregard the law. For other, life may stink due to a decision that someone else made that impacts the person even though they personally did nothing wrong. For example, if a wife is doing everything right (not saying she’s perfect, but you know what I mean), and the husband cheats on her. She didn’t do the action, but she is hurt by it. Other times the pain and hardships are due to the fact that we live in a world filled with war, strife, sickness, and death. None of this is a new thing. Hard times have been happening ever since Adam and Eve were kicked out of the Garden of Eden (a result of their actions – it hurt them in the short term, and the rest of the world in the long term).

The Bible is full of people who endured hardships, and like us, some responded well and others not so much. In 1 Kings 18-19, the Bible tells the story of Elijah. 1 Kings 19:4 says, “But he himself went a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a broom tree. And he prayed that he might die, and said, “It is enough! Now, Lord, take my life, for I am no better than my fathers!”” Elijah was a prophet of God, yet he was feeling so down that he asked God to just let him die. He had done the right things and obeyed God, and as a result of his obedience, he ticked off the King and Queen of Israel, Ahab and Jezebel. Jezebel threatened his life, and that’s when he ran to the wilderness and wanted to die.

King David was a man after God’s own heart.  Before becoming the king, he was a shepherd. He was ridiculed by his older brothers. King Saul, who was king before David, tried multiple times to kill him. He lost a child as a punishment for his sin with Bathsheba. (At the time when the child was conceived, Bathsheba was married to someone else. When Bathsheba told David that she was pregnant with his child, David had her husband killed.) Later on, another son of David’s revolted against his father and caused David to have to flee. Some of the hardships were consequences of David’s actions, but some were completely out of his control. David wrote much of the book of Psalms and in Psalm 28:1-2 he wrote:

1 To You I will cry, O Lord my Rock:
Do not be silent to me,
Lest, if You are silent to me,
I become like those who go down to the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications
When I cry to You,
When I lift up my hands toward Your holy sanctuary.

In Genesis 37 and 39, the Bible tells of Joseph. Joseph’s brothers were jealous that Joseph was their father’s favorite son from his favorite wife and sold him into slavery. He made the best of it and worked hard and became the head servant of Potiphar. Potiphar’s wife made improper advances and Joseph didn’t just tell her no, he ran from her and the temptation that she offered. She was not happy about being rejected, so she lied to her husband saying that Joseph had been the aggressor, and Joseph was thrown into jail.

In the book of Job, Satan was talking to God about Job. He accused Job of being faithful to God only because his life was going well. God allowed Satan to destroy all of Job’s possessions and kill all of his children. All that Job had left was his wife and a few friends. Eventually all of them turned on Job. Job 2:9 says, “Then his wife said to him, “Do you still hold fast to your integrity? Curse God and die!”” He lost everything and his wife told him there was no point in him living anymore. He refused to curse God, but thought that death would bring him relief from the pain. Job 6:8-9 says, ““Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 That it would please God to crush me, that He would loose His hand and cut me off!”

The prophet Jeremiah wrote the book of Lamentations. This book was a poem about the pain he felt about the destruction of Jerusalem and God’s punishment His people. He wasn’t one of the ones that turned away from God and worshipped idols. He obeyed God, yet he was punished for the sins of the people. Lamentations 3:6-8 says:

6 He has set me in dark places
Like the dead of long ago.
7 He has hedged me in so that I cannot get out;
He has made my chain heavy.
8 Even when I cry and shout,
He shuts out my prayer.
17 You have moved my soul far from peace;
I have forgotten prosperity.

Life was difficult for Jeremiah, and he felt like his prayers weren’t being heard.

While Jesus was on earth, some of His friends were three siblings – Lazarus, Mary, and Martha. While Jesus was ministering elsewhere, He received word that Lazarus was sick and dying. By the time He got to Bethany where they lived, Lazarus had been dead for several days. John 11:21 says, “Now Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.”” She knew Jesus could have healed him, but now her brother was dead.

Those were people who were prophets, people who were close to God, and personal friends of Jesus, yet they struggled just like we do. I would guess that everyone could relate to at least one of them. We’ve felt like peace was hard to find. We’ve questioned if God is even hearing out prayers. We’ve done the right thing and obeyed God, but hardship has still come into our lives. Those closest to us have turned their backs on us. We’ve been betrayed and stabbed in the back. We have questioned why God, who is able to heal or prevent tragedy, allowed loved ones to die. We’ve been in dark places and questioned if life is even worth living anymore. The people in the Bible experienced times when life was hard, and thousands of years later, we’re still having similar experiences. Thankfully the Bible tells the full stories of the people I used as examples. The hard times were just part of their stories, not the end of them.

God sent an angel to minister to Elijah and feed him. Then Elijah went into a cave, and God sent a mighty wind, an earthquake, and a fire, but He was in none of those. Then He spoke to Elijah with a still, small voice. He told Elijah to go down off the mountain. He brought Elijah a helper in the ministry and told him of others who still followed after the one, true God. Elijah had previously felt alone, but God filled that void. Jezebel’s threat to kill Elijah never came to pass, and both she and Ahab were killed. Elijah, however, never died. When his time on earth was done, God sent a chariot of fire to take him straight to Heaven.

David’s life story was one of highs and lows, but even in the midst of the hard times, he clung to God’s promises. Psalm 28:7 says, “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped; therefore my heart greatly rejoices, and with my song I will praise Him.” Earlier in the same chapter he begged God not to be silent and to hear his prayers, and he was comforted and acknowledge that God gives him strength and protection. The book of Psalms is full of passages that bring comfort in difficult times.

Psalm 34:18 The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit.
Psalm 55:22 Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be moved.
Psalm 23:1-3 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters.
3 He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.

Even when we are the most broken inside, He restores our souls. When we’ve messed up, He forgives us. Yes, there will still be consequences for our actions, but God will be with us and will not give up on us.

Even in jail, Joseph still trusted God. He worked hard serving the other prisoners and found favor in the eyes on the jail keeper. He could have curled up and had a pity party about how unfair his life was. Most of what happened to him wasn’t his fault, yet there he was, a slave in jail. But then it all turned around. God used something as commonplace as dreams to get Joseph out of jail. Next thing he knew, he was the advisor to the Pharaoh of Egypt. From a slave in jail to 2nd in command in Egypt because of dreams. God can use anything, no matter how small or big, to take care of us. The story doesn’t end there. A horrible famine came over the whole region and because of Joseph’s wise, God-given advice, Egypt was prepared for it. People from other countries came to seek food, and Joseph’s brothers were some of those people. He could have been bitter at them or even had them killed, but he chose to forgive them and help them. God used Joseph’s trials to bring him to the place where He needed him to save both Egypt and his own family, but none of that would have happened had Joseph not trusted God even when he was in some of the worst circumstances.

Job did not listen to his wife and friends who gave him bad advice. He acknowledged that even though bad things had happened to him that God was still good. He also prayed for the friends who had given him such a hard time. God eventually restored everything he’d lost and then some. He had more children and his wealth was doubled. That isn’t to say that if we’re going through tough times financially that God will make us rich. The Bible never says that. It does say that God knows our needs and will take care of us. Like Job, our lives may not always make sense. Bad things happen, our health fails, and our friends turn out not to be as good of friends as we thought. We may not understand, but we can trust that God has a plan and can work things out for His purpose. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.”

Lamentations 3 did not stop with Jeremiah being hopeless. The situation for his country was dire, but He knew that God would never abandon them. Lamentations 3:22-26 says:
22 Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!”
25 The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.
26 It is good that one should hope and wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord.

His compassions never fail. I hope in Him. What a comfort to know that God will always take care of us. Even when things seem bleak, He is in control and is compassionate and merciful.

Mary and Martha were grieving the loss of their brother when Jesus arrived. Even though they wished that Jesus had arrived sooner and healed their brother before he died, they still trusted Jesus. Jesus ended up raising their brother from the dead. Even before raising Lazarus, He told his disciples that He was glad that He had not been there so that they could believe. The disciples had already seen Jesus heal people, but this was the first time that they would see someone come back to life. Jesus showed them that He had power over death itself. While we may not have our loved ones brought back from the dead, if they believe in Jesus and his salvation, death is not the end. John 11:25-26 says, “Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?”” 2 Corinthians 5:6-8 says, “So we are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord. For we walk by faith, not by sight. We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord.” We may not understand why God chooses to take our loved ones when He does, but we have the hope that we will see them again one day. Yes, here on earth there is a hole in our family or circle of friends where that person used to be, and that hurts. Like Mary and Martha, we prayed so hard and had faith that God could heal a sick relative, but they died anyway. Did God not hear our prayers? Jesus heard the prayers of Mary and Martha, yet he allowed Lazarus to die. Their plan was not His plan. It’s hard when the answer to our prayers is “no”, but we can trust that God has a plan even if we don’t understand it. We mourn the loss of a loved one when they are taken to Heaven, but compared to eternity, our time on earth – and our time without the loved one here on earth – is relatively short, and then we will be together again in a place with no tears, no loss, no sickness, and no death.


I’ve been through difficult times in my life. Times when I couldn’t see the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. I’ve asked God why He allowed people I loved to die, why He allowed things to happen to me and to people I love, why He put me in circumstances that I didn’t like. I’ve been in dark places like Jeremiah talked about in Lamentations 3:6. I’ve cried myself to sleep. But through it all, God has been faithful. In the Old Testament, when God would bring His people through difficult times, he would have them erect a monument so that when later generations saw it, they would ask why it was there and would hear the story of how God took care of His people. We can’t always control what happens in our lives, but we can control how we respond. When hard times come, we can either become bitter or we can look back and see how God has comforted us and provided for us in the part. We can trust that he will do the same in our future. Looking back on my life to this point, I can see the times when God brought me through the tough times. No, I don’t always respond as I should immediately, but I come around after I’ve had time to process things. Psalm 30:5b says, “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.” Hard times come and happiness comes and goes based on external circumstances, but joy is something God gives us that even the worst circumstances can’t take away unless we let them. My friends, I pray that you choose to hold onto that joy and not to let bitterness take hold and steal that joy. God is good all the time and has a plan for your life, even when things don’t make sense, and even when life hurts.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

A House and a Home

Yesterday, I attended a planning meeting with the Space Coast Paratroopers Association regarding the joint effort with the city of Palm Bay in the Homes for Warriors program. This got me thinking about houses, homes, and the difference between the two. The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines a house as “a building that serves as living quarters for one or a few families.” While similar in nature, the definition of a home is different. When I think of the word “house” I think of a building with windows and doors where people live. When I think of the word “home” my thoughts focus on something less tangible. Yes, the house where I reside is my home and it is a very tangible thing, but the building isn’t what makes it a home. Home is somewhere where I feel comfortable. I can be myself. A home is full of love. Being with family is part of what makes it a home – not to say that a person who is single, has no children, or other relatives can’t have a “home”, but not all family is biological, and not even always human (pets can be part of the family too). Before moving back to Florida, “going home” meant that I got to spend time with my family.

Another part of “home” is not just the house, but the city or area. When we went away to college, I never said “I’m going to Palm Bay for the weekend.” It was always “I’m going home.” It was the same way after Justin and I got married and we lived in Georgia, Germany, and Maryland. Yes, we had a place where we resided at the various duty stations, that held all of our belongings, but Palm Bay, FL was always home. Georgia came pretty close to feeling like home, but we knew our time there was temporary and it’s hard to get too attached to somewhere when you know that you’ll be moving, and the more attached you become, the more difficult moving will be. Among Army families, I’ve often heard the phrase “home is where the Army sends us”. I never quite felt that way. Yes, my home is whatever place Justin, Corey, and I are together, but some of the places we lived, I just had a hard time feeling “at home” in. After living so close to D.C. for 18 months, I fully realized that I am definitely not a big city girl. I will never feel comfortable or at home with so many people, so much traffic, and such a fast paced place. It’s just not who I am, and that’s fine. Not everyone is meant for big city life.

One more type of “home” for me is my church home. Other than 3 ½ years when I was away at college, I regularly attended and was involved in the same church from the time I was 5 or 6 years old until I was nearly 25 and moved due to marrying Justin and living where he was stationed. In the years that I was in college and the years since Justin and I got married, I have visited many churches and have regularly attended several. When we were looking for a church in Georgia after moving back from Germany, we visited several and none of them were quite what we were looking for. Both Justin and I both wanted to find something like our home church in Palm Bay. We were getting discouraged, but at the suggestion of a friend, we tried one more. We walked in the door, and it felt like home. No, “feeling like home” wasn’t a main qualification, but we were also pleased with the quality of the preaching, the music in the service, and the children’s programs that the church offered. There was even a small orchestra which got me excited because I had really missed playing my saxophone when we were in Germany. That became our church home away from home, and I am thankful for that. Now we’re back in Palm Bay and back at our home church. There are a lot of new faces, but also a lot of familiar ones that I’ve known most of my life. In many ways, it feels like we never left. It still feels like home, and the people of the church still feel like my family. It makes me so happy to watch my son as he now can grow up in the same place as I grew up surrounded by some of the same loving people who have known me since I was his age, and plenty of others who I’ve come to know over the years since then.

On the day that Justin was injured, aside from my concern as to his welfare, I had a million other things running through my head. The Army does a lot to prepare soldiers and families for reintegration after a deployment and arrangements and standard protocol should death occur. There is basically nothing explained regarding severe injury. One of my big concerns would be where we would go (after Walter Reed…which I also was unaware of how long that would be) and what we would do. I figured that with losing his legs, Justin wouldn’t be able to stay in the Army, so without the only career he’s really known since he was a teenager, what would happen next for our family? While the immediate questions were answered and the timeline at Walter Reed a lot longer than I’d originally thought, things weren’t quite as pressing, but those concerns still lingered in the back of my mind. Then came the first time we went back to our rental house in Georgia with Justin in a wheelchair. That experience brought up a whole new list of concerns. Finding just any house or apartment wouldn’t work. We would need something accessible which our rental house was far from. Things we had never even thought about (like bathroom doorways being narrower than bedroom doorways) were now something we had to work around. Matthew 6:25-30 says, ““Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” I knew that God had a plan and that he would take care of us, but having the knowledge of that and being able to hand those concerns over to Him without taking them back to worry on them some more is a lot easier to say than do.

About 8 months after Justin was injured, we received a series calls that changed everything for us. After Justin was injured, his aunt, Michelle, agreed to be the contact person if people contacted the local newspaper (which had run a few articles about our situation) wanting to get ahold of us or pass along information or encouragement. She called us and told us that our local congressman’s assistant had called her wanting to know if we wanted a house in Palm Bay – our hometown. We told her we were interested and got a call from the congressman’s assistant who gave our information to the people with the city. Then we got a call from Bob with the city of Palm Bay explaining things. The city had acquired some foreclosed houses and they wanted to give one to us mortgage free. I expressed my concerns regarding Justin’s accessibility needs and Bob told me that all the house would need to be fixed up and that the city would make it accessible in the process before handing over the keys to us. Wow. I’m still in awe over how everything just seemed to fall into place. Talk about an answer to prayers I hadn’t even thought to pray. At that point, I was praying that God would heal Justin’s legs so that he could walk. I was praying for short-term things and thinking too far ahead was scary, so I tried not to think about it. I figured we would end up putting our stuff in storage and staying with family for a bit once we were done at Walter Reed. We’d have to find the right house and use Justin’s VA loan to buy it, then use the VA grant to get it adapted, but then there were the concerns regarding how to pay the mortgage. God had bigger and better plans than I had even considered.

So, what does this house mean to me and my family? Having a mortgage free house is a huge financial weight off of our shoulders. Accessibility is also a huge deal. It’s not just a matter of convenience, but it’s a safety issue for Justin as well. At our rental house in Georgia, Justin’s wheelchair couldn’t fit through the bathroom doorways, so we had to put a rolling computer chair in the bathroom. He would transfer from the wheelchair to the computer chair (which didn’t have any sort of brakes). This was a scary process at times. He didn’t fall, but he came close a few times. Once on the computer chair, he would use the counter to roll himself to the toilet (which didn’t have any grab bars, so transferring to and from the toilet and computer chair was sketchy). If he took a bath or shower, once again, the transferring to/from the computer chair was an issue. We made do during the brief times we were there, but having a house to come home to where he doesn’t have to make do make his life, and in result my life, much easier. The house has helped us get back into our community. We’ve reconnected with friends and spent time with family in our house. For our son, for the first time in his life, he lives near his grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, and two of his cousins. He’s able to have stability in his life, and he’s thriving. He’s had friends over to our house to play and makes plans with various family members. What does this house mean? It means we’ve come home, and we’ve been enjoying every day of being home.

The house for us was the inspiration for the Homes for Warriors program. They’ve already presented two other houses to wounded veterans and their families, and there are more in the works. Not all veterans (wounded or not) have the same kind of community, family, and church support that our family has. I’m so proud of the city of Palm Bay and all the businesses and volunteers who have shown such support for my family and other wounded veterans. I’m excited for the future Homes for Warriors recipients that they will soon have forever homes. Most of them aren’t originally from Palm Bay, so they will be making a new home for their families. I hope they love it and feel as welcome as our family does.


If you live in the Palm Bay, FL area, please consider being a part of this wonderful program and help welcome these wounded veterans to their new homes. Check out and “like” the Space Coast Paratroopers Association page as they post updates on volunteer and donation opportunities.
https://www.facebook.com/SpaceCoastParatroopersAssociation?ref=br_tf



Friday, January 2, 2015

2014 - a year in review

I was looking back through my posts in 2014, and it was a really eventful year for my family. We started out the year in Florida and then travelled back to Maryland (while Corey stayed in Florida) so that Justin could go back inpatient for yet another surgery which ended up not happening because Justin had healed up so much over Christmas. While he was inpatient, he got the PICC line removed after having it in for 99 days to deal with staph infections. Once Justin got out of the hospital, we celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary. Then we headed back to Florida for convalescence leave. While we were on leave, we were able to take Corey to Disney for the first time. Justin was also able to go hunting in GA on the way back to MD.


Then came February. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. I went to my first caregivers’ night out. Justin finally was healed up enough to get his second leg and start walking for the first time post-injury. Then we got a call asking if we would like to be given a house in our hometown. Talk about an unexpected blessing. I kept waiting for it to fall through because it seemed too good to be true, yet, here I am, sitting in it. Then came my birthday…I wasn’t ready to go from a 20-something to the big 3-0, but ready or not, it happened. We were able to go skiing – Justin in an adapted form and Corey for the first time. Things were going great (other than me turning 30 lol) until Justin’s orthopedic surgeon decided that they needed to do the flap surgery after all and back inpatient Justin went. After the excitement of him finally walking after 8 months, the setback was a huge disappointment.


March started off with Justin in the hospital. Not long after midnight, on the day that Justin would have the flap surgery, my 3rd nephew was born. Justin’s surgery went well, and while he was in the hospital, we met President Obama. Before Justin was released back to outpatient, they taught me how to give him blood thinner injections. He was not fond of this at all, and we learned that it was better for me to give them to him when I wasn’t stressed or frustrated. I didn’t mean to hurt him, but I guess I wasn’t as gentle when frustrated…oops. I guess I don’t have a future in the medical profession. Lol

In April we were able to travel back to Florida for convalescent leave again. On our way down, we spent some time in Georgia. While there, we went over to some friends’ house for dinner one evening. After dinner, the guys went out front and Justin miscalculated how steep the end of their driveway was and ended up falling nub first out of his wheelchair. He was still on the blood thinner, so there was a lot of blood, and we were concerned that he might have messed up the skin flap. We called an ambulance and they brought him to the military hospital where the ER docs got in touch with the surgeon at Walter Reed on how best to treat Justin’s wounds. Thankfully it ended up being okay in the long run, but Justin was in a lot of pain and bruised the end of his residual limbs. We were also thankful that we didn’t have to return to Walter Reed right away. While we were in Florida, we got to visit what would become our new house for the first time. The house that we saw looks nothing like the house that we’re living in. A lot of work went into making this house our home and making it accessible for Justin. A little over a month after the big skin flap surgery, Justin stopped taking all of his painkillers. From that day on, it was just one medication for nerve pain (which he has gradually stepped down the dosage), vitamins, and the occasional Tylenol. He did this on his own and felt so much better and stronger without all the side effects that came with the narcotics. After we were back in Maryland, Justin was able to participate in a fly fishing tournament through Project Healing Waters. He didn’t win, but we all had a great time.

In May, Justin was finally healed up enough from the flap surgery to start walking again, and he’s been on the go ever since. He almost never uses the wheelchair outside the house anymore and if he’s wearing pants, it’s hard to tell that he’s wearing prosthetics. It was a long 11 months getting him to that point, but he never gave up.


In June, Justin participated in another fly fishing tournament. We also celebrated his first “Alive Day”. Rather than calling it the anniversary of the injury, at Walter Reed, they refer to it as an Alive Day – celebrating the fact that they’re still alive in spite of whatever injuries they sustained. We also enjoy a visit from Justin’s Granny, sister, and cousin without Justin spending any of the visit in a hospital bed (other times they’d been up were when Justin was inpatient). This was just a fun visit to celebrate the Alive Day. We were able to take them fishing, see some of the monuments in D.C., and overall just enjoyed spending time together. Also in June, Justin was able to play his first round of golf post-injury and walked his first post-injury mile. It was a good month of milestone accomplishments!




In July, Justin was able to do his first post-injury ruck march. He was setting goals and achieving them and wasn’t letting anything or anyone slow him down. In the middle of the month, Corey and I went down to Georgia to pack up the house that we’d been renting. It was very bittersweet. We enjoyed living in GA, and we loved the church we attended. But the reason for the packing was because we were signing for our house on August 1st. We were about to become first time homeowners and have a permanent residence (though it would be months before we actually lived in it due to still being at Walter Reed). Justin’s Granny came up to help me pack. Then some soldiers from Ft. Stewart helped me load a POD. It didn’t all fit, so we had to rent a Uhaul and move the rest a few days before our signing day. Right before the trip to close out things with our rental and receive our new house, Justin got his first set of carbon fiber sockets which fit him so much more comfortably than the plastic ones. We also were visited by one of my sisters and her family and I finally got to meet my newest nephew. On our way to FL to finish our move, we stopped in GA to pack the rest of our stuff in the Uhaul and Justin was able to go to Ft. Stewart and do PT with his guys. Another of his goals that he was able to accomplish. Then we went down to Florida and with some help (mostly from strangers), we unloaded the POD and Uhaul and unpacked our house. From the time the POD was delivered until we stopped unpacking/assembling/hanging pictures, it was approximately 36 hours. Not every box got unpacked (and there are quite a few that still are waiting to be unpacked), but it was as good as it was going to get.




Then came August 1st – the big day. Our signing, ribbon cutting, welcome home, open house was overwhelming. It was amazing to see how many people came out to show their support for our family. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to stay in our house for very long before we had to head back up to MD to continue Justin’s rehab. The rest of August was pretty busy filled with a golf lesson, Corey starting kindergarten being homeschooled, Justin rock climbing in physical therapy, another fishing tournament, and Justin getting running legs. We also celebrated Justin’s birthday and my sister and her family came back up for a visit. My brother-in-law had gotten some tickets to a college football game held in Baltimore, so he and Justin went to the game while my sister, Corey, my sister’s two boys, and I went to the National Aquarium (also in Baltimore). We all had a good day and enjoyed the visit.


In September, we were busy with fun activities nearly every weekend. We were able to attend/participate in a fundraiser held by a friend of ours to benefit one of our favorite non-profits. Justin flew up to Michigan to go fly fishing for salmon. This was his first time catching salmon and he had a great time…though for him, he’ll have a great time fishing anywhere for any type of fish. I was able to go to another much needed caregivers’ night out. Justin also went on a deer and pheasant hunting trip. He had a wonderful time and was able to get a 10-point buck (which was quite tasty and will look nice on the wall of the “man cave”).



October was another busy month. We went to the National Apple Festival in Pennsylvania. It was a great day to be outside and we found some really cool crafts, ate some tasty treats, and brought home some apples and fresh cider that I used to make my homemade apple butter. The next day, Justin’s Granny and cousin came back up for a visit. We took them to Gettysburg and enjoyed a concert on the Walter Reed grounds. Gary Sinise’s Lt. Dan Band puts on a great show! My sister and her family also came for a visit and we went to the National Zoo with them. Justin got a pair of feet with robotic, battery operated ankles. They’re a lot heavier than his other sets, but they made it easier to walk on uneven terrain. The Lieutenant who was with Justin on the mountain the day he was injured had been transferred to a unit in D.C., and we were able to meet up with him and take him fishing. A few days later, we headed to the Eastern Shore of MD for the Heroes Haven hunting trip. As always, we had a great time with our friends in Sharptown and were sad when the long weekend came to a close. The following weekend, Justin had another pheasant hunt. This time, Corey and I were able to join him (not to hunt, but to observe and take pictures). Then we headed back down to Florida to get Justin’s Army gear to turn in. Justin got his official ratings and things were starting to move quickly toward Justin retiring from the Army.



November started with us still in Florida. We were able to vote in person in the mid-term election. For Justin, this was his first time voting in person since joining the Army. As soon as we voted, we hit the road to head back to Walter Reed. November was filled with a lot of stress and frustrations as we battled through red tape, packed up our apartment, and got paperwork signed. I was able to go to one last caregivers’ night out. Then on November 25th, we packed up our truck and left Walter Reed for good. While it was a huge relief and excitement to be able to finally move on to the next chapter of our lives, it was bittersweet leaving behind some amazing people who made the past 18 months a lot more pleasant than they would have otherwise been. People who, for some, were going through similar struggles and understood ours. Others were volunteers with various non-profits who had been with us from the beginning encouraging us, showing so much support, and becoming our friends. Walter Reed held some very painful, difficult times for our family, but the memories I choose to remember the most vividly are the ones of good times with family and friends. The times filled with laughter and fun with people we care about. After a couple long days on the road, we made it home the night before Thanksgiving. We enjoyed Thanksgiving lunch with my family and dinner with Justin’s family. I had a great time Black Friday shopping (which now seems to mostly be on Thanksgiving evening these days) with my mom and checking off quite a bit of my Christmas list of gifts for our families. Then we celebrated Corey’s birthday on both Friday with a special lunch with Granny and dinner with friends and Saturday with a joint party for him and my niece who also turned 5.

Then there’s December. At the beginning of the month, we were treated to a fun concert featuring the Band Perry courtesy of the American Security Council Foundation. From the day we arrived home until now, we’ve hardly been home. Justin’s spent a lot of time fishing and enjoying the Florida retiree life. We’ve reconnected with friends and spent time with family. We’ve even gone to the beach and went swimming…yes, swimming in December. That’s the Florida life. On the 23rd, we attended the candle light service at our church. On Christmas Eve, Justin officially retired from the Army. We went up to the local Air Force base and got Justin his retiree ID card and my retiree dependent card. Then we went to lunch at my parents’ house followed by supper at Justin’s parents’. Then on Christmas day, we were back at my parents’ house. Another busy week followed ending with a nice New Year’s Eve with my parents and some of our friends.



Now it’s January. Hard to believe 2014 is over and we’re on to 2015. If you’re still reading this post, you saw a small glimpse of our 2014 adventures. I’m excited to see what 2015 has in store for our family. If it’s anything like the last month has been (though preferably a little slower of a pace), it’s going to be an amazing year! Yes, Justin’s injuries and resulting additional needs make some aspects of life more difficult, but he doesn’t let what many would see as disabilities slow him down any. Our life is far from perfect, but it is definitely very blessed. I hope you all have a wonderful 2015!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Sharing Hope

Today I would like to share with you a burden that is on my heart. I don’t quite know where to start, so I guess I’ll give a little background and take it from there.

For those who might be new to my blog and aren’t familiar with our story, my husband, Justin, was injured in Afghanistan last year while on his third combat deployment. He was hit with a rocket that they later determined went through his left leg and exploded behind him. As a result of the blast, he lost both legs below the knee. Had it not been for the quick work of one of his soldiers and his medic, Justin likely would have bled out. After being stabilized overseas, Justin was eventually transported to Walter Reed in Bethesda, MD where we would spend the next nearly 18 months. While we were at Walter Reed, we were contacted by our home town asking if we would like a house – not just a house, but an adapted, wheelchair accessible house. Our hometown newspaper had run a story about us and local government officials saw it and wanted to help us. Once plans for our house were underway, they decided to expand things and give homes to between 20-35 wounded veterans and their families. The way it works is that the city purchases foreclosed houses (which can become an eyesore with lawns not kept up, vandalism, etc. and bring down property values for surrounding houses), fixes them up, adapts as needed, and gives them to the veteran. A lot of the materials and labor are donated by local businesses and volunteers. The driving force behind organizing volunteers and collecting donations is a local veteran non-profit called the Space Coast Paratrooper’s Association. We received the keys to our house in August (though we weren’t able to live in it until November when Justin finished up at Walter Reed), and since then, two additional houses have been presented.

Over the past six years that Justin and I have been married, I’ve met a lot of men and women who have served in our military (mostly Army since that’s the branch Justin served in), and I’ve met their families. I’ve seen how multiple deployments, trainings, combat experiences, separations, injuries, (both visible and invisible) and other difficulties effect the service members and their families. Over the past 18 months, I’ve see another side of things with wounded service members and their caregivers and other family members. I’ve seen my own husband endure levels of pain that I can’t begin to comprehend. I’ve seen my young son attempting to grasp why we had to abruptly move, why his daddy was missing his legs, seeing his daddy in pain and hooked up to all kinds of tubes and wires. All that can be scary for a little guy. I’ve seen and experienced the frustration with the transition unit and the confusion of navigating the VA system. I’ve seen doctors and nurses (both military and civilian) who have dedicated their lives to helping treat our wounded service members. I’ve seen them quite literally put people back together. I’ve seen non-profits jumping in to help cover the gaps where the VA and military are lacking. I’ve seen a lot, and the things I’ve seen and experienced have placed a burden on my heart for our veterans because these men and women aren’t just a faceless group of people. These are my friends, my husband’s brothers-in-arms, my neighbors, and my family.

Right now, the current statistics show that an average of 22 veterans commit suicide every day. Lately, it seems like a week doesn’t go by that one or more of my friends posts about another that has taken his/her life. A celebrity that accidentally overdoses or kills him/herself, or even that dies of natural causes, will be in the news for weeks, if not months. Veterans that die in combat barely get mentioned outside of their local news and military news sources, and veterans that kill themselves get even less even though the numbers are growing as the problem is becoming worse.

PTSD is often named as the primary cause, but I personally think it is only part of the problem. The military and VA hospitals are limited to treating problems and their symptoms. They can’t heal wounds of either the physical, mental, or emotional varieties, only treat them. Only the Great Physician can bring true healing. So often, the spiritual is left out of the equation. I don’t know how I could have gotten through the past 18 months without my faith in God. I’m not as strong as people think I am. Over and over in the Bible, God tells us to be strong in Him. My faith gave me hope that even during the most difficult days where nothing was going right and I wanted to cry and scream and give up, that He would never leave me or forsake me. The hard times were only temporary. Jeremiah 29:11 says, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”” Hope and a future. What an amazing thought. God knows the plans that He has for my life and those plans are full of hope. Right after Justin was injured, the future looked scary. I had a million things running through my head. I didn’t know where life would take us. I didn’t know how our needs would be met. I didn’t know much of anything other than the fact that Justin was alive. But God knew, and He gave me hope. That hope helped me endure the hard days, and now, 18 months later, the future looks a lot brighter. I’m excited to see what comes next, and I’m enjoying what’s happening right now. If I were to think back to when this journey started and imagine what it would have been like without my faith, I honestly don’t know where I’d be. Maybe I would have turned to drugs or alcohol as a coping mechanism. Maybe I would have called it quits on my marriage, or maybe even my life. I do know that my life would be vastly different. And I wasn’t even the one injured. I haven’t been in combat. I’ve never seen the person next to me die from a bullet or an explosion. I’ve never had to kill anyone. The worst injuries I’ve had were a broken finger, a sprained ankle, and a cut on my knee. Justin and the others that end up in places like Walter Reed are missing body parts. On the day Justin was injured, he called me to tell me what had happened. He was in excruciating pain and only was on the phone with me for a few minutes before he handed the phone off to the nurse to answer my questions, but one thing he requested was the phone number for our pastor. He was on some pretty high levels of pain medication, and doesn’t remember much of the first 6-8 weeks post-injury, so he doesn’t remember, but he did call our pastor once the pain was under control. When he was at his worst, he wanted to pray on the phone with our pastor. At Walter Reed, he was in horrible pain after one of his surgeries, and he requested a chaplain to come pray with him. In the times where the pain seemed unbearable, God brought Justin comfort and helped him. He gave Justin the strength to recover and live a full life regardless of his injuries. He healed Justin’s wounds. He helped Justin to get off all of his pain medications. We have seen so many prayers answered in so many ways that I can’t begin to name them all. But what if Justin didn’t have that faith?


I think that lack of Hope is one of the biggest reasons the veteran suicide rate is so high. That’s not to say that Christians never get depressed or even suicidal, but as Christians, we know we can place our full faith in God and he will help us through the dark times. It’s not always easy, but God is always faithful. As Christians, we need to pray for our veterans. Not just pray for the safety of those deployed (though that is extremely important) and not just to thank God for those who have served (also important), but to pray that those who have served will accept that gift of Hope. That they will allow the Great Physician to truly heal them. Local churches need to reach out and show these men and women God’s love. So many are lost and searching for something, but many aren’t sure what that something is. Christmas is just around the corner, and for many, this can be a sad, depressing time of year rather than a time of joy. These men and women need God’s love and need the hope and comfort that only He can give. We need to find ways to get out in the community and build relationships and fill in the important gap that the military and VA neglect – helping these men and women find spiritual healing. I truly believe that if Christians all across our great nation do this, we will see the veteran suicide rate go down. All of the medication in the world can’t compete with the healing that God can bring, and as Christians, we need to share this Hope with those around us.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Ups and Downs, Valleys and Blessings

This morning in church, my pastor was talking about the birth of Jesus – specifically what Mary experienced. Mary was young and from a somewhat poor family, and the main things she had were her virtue and her betrothed, Joseph. When the angel visited her to tell her that she had been chosen, she realized that it was unlikely that anyone would believe her that she conceived miraculously – including Joseph. She stood to lose (in other people’s eyes) her virtue, and had an angel not also visited Joseph to set him straight on how Mary conceived, she might have lost him too. Pastor brought up the point that being chosen by God for such an important task of raising His Son was a huge blessing, but at the time it probably didn’t feel like it. Pastor then brought up a different Joseph in the Bible from the book of Genesis. Joseph eventually became the right hand man to the Pharaoh of Egypt, but before that happened, he was first sold into slavery by his own brothers. He worked hard and found blessing in the eyes of his master and became the manager of the house. Then he was falsely accused by his master’s wife and was thrown into jail. At this point in his life, he probably didn’t feel very blessed. But that jail was exactly where God needed Joseph to work His plan. I’m sure it didn’t make sense to Joseph except in hindsight, which is usually 20/20. While in jail, Joseph met a couple of Pharaoh’s servants. One of them was executed but the other was reinstated to his position, and at the right time, mentioned Joseph to Pharaoh. Joseph was released from jail and helped save not only Egypt, but also his own family from a famine that lasted a long time. Joseph was blessed, but the path to the blessings was full of trials and difficulties.

That’s how life often is. I have been blessed, but my life certainly hasn’t been perfect. I was recently reading a book called Flabbergasted by Ray Blackston. Here’s a quote from the book that stuck with me: “Yesterday I tried to explain to the children that life is full of ups and downs, and that some of the downs are actually ups, and some of the ups, downs. They only wanted to know how far is down. I said it depends. Depends on what? They asked. I told them it depends on if you view the downs as a green valley or an endless abyss.” Mary’s life took a drastic turn when the angel came to visit. Her life suddenly became more difficult and her responsibilities much greater. Raising a child is a huge responsibility, but raising a child who would one day become the Savior of mankind…that’s on a whole different level. She didn’t see those changes as an endless abyss, but rather the green valley.

I’ve experienced ups and downs in my life. Some of those downs turned into ups and others were just things to endure for a time – not an endless abyss. I often wondered when I would reach the end of that down, but the end always came. In some cases, God had to bring me through a valley so that I could be a blessing to others in ways I wouldn’t have thought about had I not gone through that valley. Isn’t it great how God takes us choosing to be a blessing to others and uses that act to bless us as well? Other times (like the last 18 months), had we not gone through the valley, certain blessings would not have come our way. Like Joseph, God used the valley to have our paths cross with someone else who was able to help us out of the valley and back onto the mountain. God used many people over the last 18 months to make our trials seem more like a valley and less like an abyss. Had we not been through those trials, our paths likely would have never crossed. He used some of those people to shine a light so that we could see that the end was in sight. He used others to throw us a rope so that we could climb out of the valley.


Having Justin lose his legs was not a blessing in and of itself. That’s something that will be a daily physical struggle for him for the rest of his life (not that he lets it stop him from doing the things he loves, but it does make it more difficult). Being looked down on and likely called a liar and unfaithful wasn’t a blessing for Mary, and being betrayed wasn’t a blessing to Joseph. It’s how God is able to use those things that brings out the blessings. Romans 8:28 says, “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.” God has a purpose in the things my family has gone through, in what Mary went through, and what Joseph went through. Mary gave birth to Jesus and that brought a huge blessing to everyone who accepts that Gift. Joseph saved the lives of many during the famine. I don’t know what God’s purpose is for my life and Justin’s and how he ultimately will use our situation in the long run, but in the short term, He used it to provide us a new truck and a house, and He brought us back home. It was so nice when people asked how long we were in town for this time to be able to tell them that we’re home for good now. That by itself is a huge blessing, and I am thankful for it. As for the long term, our time at Walter Reed may be done and that chapter finished, but the next chapter has just begun and God only knows where it will take us.

Monday, December 1, 2014

Thanksgiving - part 4

Here’s the final part of my list…a day late, but it’s been a crazy week.


22)      I’m thankful that Justin and I made it down to Florida safely. This past Tuesday Justin and I said good-bye to Walter Reed for good (Corey has been in Florida for a few weeks already). It was hectic getting to that point with plenty of hoops to jump through, but we made it. Reality hasn’t quite set in that we’re home for good rather than just on vacation, but it will in time.
23)      I’m thankful for the time Justin was able to serve in the military. Knowing what he knows now, he wouldn’t have changed anything. He still would have joined the Army, still would have volunteered for his third deployment. I’m so proud of Justin and the job he’s done for the past nearly 9 years. It’s hard to believe that that chapter of his life – and our family’s life – is over.
24)      I’m thankful the gift of music. Music touches your heart in ways that spoken word can’t. There is a song to fit just about every situation or mood. I’m thankful that God has given me the ability to make music on my saxophone.
25)      I’m thankful for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays. It brings to mind time with family, great food, and an overall feeling of blessing and contentment. It’s one of the few holidays that doesn’t have a materialistic focus (which is probably why it is often skipped over and people go straight from Halloween to Christmas). It’s an uplifting holiday because people focus on blessings.
26)      I’m thankful for “Black Friday” shopping. I know it sounds funny to go from being thankful for a contentment type holiday to being thankful for shopping, but it’s true. For me, Black Friday isn’t about greed, it’s about finding the best deals so that I can stretch my dollars further in giving to the people I love. If I can get gifts for a cheaper price, I can afford to give them more. One of my favorite things about Christmas is seeing the look of surprise and happiness on someone’s face as they’re opening a gift that I gave them.
27)      I’m thankful for the little things in life that I used to take for granted that I now appreciate a lot more. Like getting groceries for example. At Walter Reed, it was quite an ordeal. I fought traffic to and from the store, got back to the complex, went through the gate security, called Justin to come downstairs, temporarily parked outside our building, unloaded the groceries onto a cart, parked the truck down the hill and across the street while Justin brought the cart to our 5th floor apartment, walked back across the street and up the hill to our building, took the elevator up to the 5th floor, unloaded the cart and put away the cold stuff, brought the cart back downstairs, went back up to our apartment, put away the rest of the groceries, and then collapsed from the whole ordeal and was too tired to cook any of the food that I had just purchased. And if I forgot something, it just would have to wait until the next week when I went to the store again. Now, I just pull into my driveway and unload the truck, put away the groceries and that’s the end of the story. If I forget something, there’s a grocery store less than 2 miles away. In Bethesda, a place less than 2 miles away could take 20 minutes but here, it takes 5. Life in a smaller city is so much simpler for me, and I’m thankful to be back in my comfort zone.
28)      I’m thankful that my son had a great birthday. Even with living in Germany, Georgia, and Maryland for all of Corey’s previous birthdays, we’ve always managed to work it out to spend Thanksgiving and Corey’s birthday in Florida with family. This year was extra special because we got to do more to celebrate. Justin and I gave Corey a swing set (which I’m thankful that my dad and brother-in-law assembled) and Justin’s side of the family chipped in and bought him a power wheel camo Jeep. He got some other nice presents, but those two are big ones that he couldn’t have before because we moved so much. Justin’s Granny and I took Corey to Chuck E. Cheese for lunch on his birthday and he had a great time. Then that evening, we went to my parents and they invited some friends over who have kids that Corey loves playing with. He played hard and slept great that night. Then the day after his actual birthday, we had our traditional family party to celebrate both Corey and my niece’s birthdays. (She’s 9 days older than Corey. We normally celebrate my nephew’s birthday as well, but he was sick.) It was a busy, fun-filled couple days, and it made my heart happy to see him having such a great time.
29)      I’m thankful for digital photography. I love taking pictures to capture memories. I’m not so young that I have only ever known digital pictures. I remember having to save up money to buy film for my camera. I had to be careful not to take too many pictures on the first day of a trip or I wouldn’t have enough film left on the last day. Then I had to get them developed. It was always a toss-up between paying more for the 1 hour or having to wait a few days to see if my pictures turned out. Now I can take as many pictures as I want, delete the ones that are blurry, and share pictures with friends and family with a few clicks of my mouse. And when you’re taking pictures of young kids, having that instant feedback on the screen is so helpful so you can make sure you got at least one good shot where everyone was looking and smiling.
30)      I’m thankful for my life. It hasn’t always been perfect and doesn’t always go according to my plans and desires, but I am blessed. I’ve learned many lessons through the difficult times. Even when times were tough, it wasn’t all bad. The past 18 months were rough, but I have so many good memories too. I hope that the memories of the difficult parts fade and all that’s left to remember is the laughter and the fun, the good people and the great times. I’m excited to see what new things will be on my thankful list in 2015.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Thanksgiving - part 3

I'm a little late on part 3. We've been pretty busy over the past week. Here’s part 3 of my November Thankful list.
For part 1: http://bethb09.blogspot.com/2014/11/thanksgiving-part-1.html
For part 2: http://bethb09.blogspot.com/2014/11/thanksgiving-part-2.html

15)      I’m thankful for laughter. Laughter truly is the best medicine. Life is hard sometimes, but if you look hard enough, you can usually find something to laugh about even if it’s at your own expense. Other times (usually when I’m very tired), I’ll get laughing so hard that I’m crying over something that isn’t overly funny. It’s quite therapeutic. I’m thankful for a sense of humor. Having a sense of humor has helped a lot through our journey. When you open a backpack just days post-injury and find half a dozen pairs of socks…given to someone who just lost both legs, you can either laugh or cry. Justin and I chose to laugh. When you’re shoe shopping for prosthetic feet and it takes the whole family to get the shoes off, you can either get frustrated or laugh. We laughed (while our friend took a picture of the spectacle). Laughter doesn’t make the problems go away, but it makes them seem not quite as bad.
16)      I’m thankful for all the amazing people that we’ve had the opportunity to meet and become friends with over the past year and a half. Sure, the circumstances that caused us to meet aren’t that great, but I’m thankful that we met. The wonderful medical staff who took such great care of Justin and took the time to get to know us on a personal level rather than just being a number attached to a list of injuries. The other injured service members and their caregivers who are going through the same or similar things, dealing with the same red tape, experiencing the highs and lows that come with situations like ours. They get it. They understand firsthand what we’re going through and we understand what they’re going through. I’m thankful for the people we’ve met who volunteer/work for the many non-profits and others we’ve met because of those non-profits.
17)      I’m thankful for my hometown. It’s not a perfect place, but I’ve never been to a perfect place, so that’s okay. There are good and bad people who live there, but I’ve seen a lot more of the good ones. No matter where in the country or in the world we’ve lived, it’s always been home. Earlier this year when someone from the city called and asked if we wanted a house, I was amazed, but the best part was when I found out that because of our story, they’d be giving homes to 20-35 other families of wounded service members. I’ve heard from other families like ours that they were rejected by non-profits for adapted homes because they “weren’t injured enough”. That’s not how my hometown is. They saw a need and found a way to meet that need – the need to help wounded men and women who have served our country. There’s no matrix to decide if a person is “hurt enough”. They just want to help. The city, the Space Coast Paratroopers Association, the volunteers who help fix up the houses, and the local business who donate the materials and labor all just want to help. I wish other places were more like my hometown.
18)      I’m thankful for the AWANA program. For those who don’t know, it’s a program for kids through local churches. I grew up in AWANA and it helped me build a strong foundation for what I believe. The lady who was my AWANA leader and Sunday school teacher played a huge role in my choice to accept Jesus as my Savior. Now my son is in AWANA. He started as a Puggle in our church in Georgia. Last year, he wasn’t able to be at AWANA most weeks, but between our churches in Georgia and Florida, he managed to finish his book. This year he missed the first few months due to being in Maryland, but now he’s in FL for good and will be able to finish out the year more normally than last year. He loves going to Cubbies and it warms my heart to see how happy everyone was to welcome him back for good.
19)      I’m thankful for Ladies Night Out. I just went to my last one as our time at Walter Reed is coming to a close. It was a lot of fun as usual, but bittersweet in that I knew it would be the last time I spent time with a lot of the ladies. I’m glad to be going home for good, but I’ve made some great friends in Maryland that I will miss.
20)      I’m thankful for the beauty of God’s creation. I’m not really into fishing like Justin is, but one thing I loved about going on the fishing trips with him (aside from spending time with him and Corey) was getting outdoors, away from the big city rush and enjoying the beautiful surroundings. Seeing the beautiful green of spring and the colors of fall while sitting beside a peaceful creek was therapeutic. Being able to breathe in the fresh air without the sounds of traffic and construction was great. I love sitting on the beach hearing the waves. I love the colors of the sunset (sunrise too, but I’m not overly fond of being awake that early). I enjoy seeing other people’s pictures of snow…if I was taking my own pictures I’d have to be in the snow and that’s way too cold for this Florida girl!



21)      I’m thankful for my truck (though Justin would say it’s his but I’ve put way more miles on it). Almost a year ago, with the help of a couple grants, we were able to purchase a brand new truck. We have two other vehicles, but they both have over 100,000 miles on them, and we wanted something new with basically no miles that we could get adapted for Justin’s needs. Our truck now has hand controls and a wheelchair crane so that Justin can get where he needs to go without needing me or someone else to assist him. For an active, independent guy like Justin, that’s huge. It’s also pretty fun to drive and has some nice extras included that make long road trips a lot more comfortable.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Unbreakable Bonds

Tonight I would like to tell you about a book that I just finished reading. Unlike most of the books I read, this one isn’t fiction. Also unlike most of the stories I read, I already knew the ending to most of the chapters. It was like reading the conclusion of a story first and then going back and finding out how the characters got to that point, except the characters in this book are real people, many of whom I have met and see on a regular basis. This book is about ten of the “Mighty Moms” of Walter Reed and their wounded sons and daughter.



Their stories and my own are different in perspective, and each wounded warrior and his/her family have a different story to tell, but there are many similarities. For them, it was an adult son or daughter that was injured; for me it was my husband. For them, they had to leave behind jobs, spouses, and often, other children that were/are still at home so that they could care for their wounded child. For me, the life I once lived no longer exists. I had to leave my young son (age 3 ½ when his daddy was injured) with family for a while so that I could take care of Justin’s needs when he was inpatient. For many of them, they both cared for their wounded adult child and a younger child or grandchild. For me, I cared for my injured husband and my young son once Justin was released to outpatient care. We all received that horrible call that our loved one was injured. For them it was from the military; for me, Justin was able to call and tell me himself. He was not quite in as critical condition as the ones in the book. One thing we all have in common – the reason we all ended up at Walter Reed – is that someone we love needed us, and we came. None of us truly knew what we were getting into when we boarded the plane or jumped in the car to travel to Walter Reed, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was getting here and seeing our loved ones. We’ve experienced similar highs and lows, progress and setbacks. We’ve lived in the same building and have sat in appointments with many of the same doctors. We’ve also all been helped in some way by some of the many non-profit organizations (and most of us were at the Semper Fi Fund/America’s Fund sponsored Ladies Night Out a few nights ago).

Most of the wounded men (the one injured woman was gone before we arrived) that were in the book are either still at Walter Reed or were here at some point since we’ve been here, so I’ve seen them mobile, for some, that means walking, for others, it’s in a wheelchair. I’ve seen them alive and doing relatively well. I didn’t know them before their injuries, and I didn’t know them when things were at their worst, so it was interesting to read the book and learn more about, not just their stories, but how their stories touched their families. What their families went through when they received the call that their loved one was injured.

I would encourage you, my friends and family, to read this book. Read the stories of these injured men and woman and their amazing mothers and keep them all in your thoughts and prayers. Many are still at Walter Reed recovering from their injuries and working toward their “new normal”. Others have been released and medically retired and in the next chapter of their lives – living with their injuries outside of the hospital setting and their mothers transitioning from 24/7 caretaker to whatever role is needed and rejoining the rest of their families. It’s not an easy life, but even in the difficulties, there are many blessings and the stories of these men and women show that just as my family’s story does. Injuries aren’t the end, they’re just the beginning of a very different chapter.

Here are links to purchase the book from Amazon or Barnes and Noble:


Here are some of the Facebook pages that I could find if you would like to follow the continued progress and show your support for the wounded service members and their families:




Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Thoughts on Veterans Day

All my life I have been surrounded by veterans. Both of my grandfathers served in the military, one in the Air Force and one in the Army. The pastor of the church my family attended when I was very young was a Vietnam veteran. The youth pastor at the church I grew up in and still attend (though for the past 6 years, it’s only been during visits) served in the Marines. He is now the senior pastor at a church out of state, but he had quite an impact on many of us who went through the youth group while he was there. From that youth group before, during, and after the time I was in it, many of the youth chose to serve in our military in all of the branches – Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines, and Coast Guard. Some are still serving right now. Of the ones of us who didn’t serve in the military, quite a few of us married someone in the military (and some both served and married someone who served). We were thankful to get to see Pastor Ernie and his wife again when they visited us at Walter Reed last year. Many others through my life have been veterans – men and women from various churches I have attended, people I’ve worked with, since marrying Justin I’ve met many active duty Army service members, and during our time at Walter Reed, many injured from all branches. I am thankful for all of them and the many sacrifices they have made and are currently making for our country.

One specific group of veterans that I’m especially thankful for on a personal level are the ones responsible for getting Justin back to our family alive. If not for them and their quick work stopping the bleeding, for them radioing for a helicopter as soon as they realized Justin was injured, for them safely getting Justin down the mountain, for the helicopter pilots arriving quickly and getting Justin to the field hospital in record time, and for all the medical personnel from the time he reached the field hospital to today who have cared for Justin, my life would be far different than it is now. June 9, 2013 could have ended tragically, but it didn’t. Yes, it’s horrible that Justin was injured, but he’s alive. He’s alive because of them, and I will always be thankful for the gift they gave me of having my husband return on a gurney rather than in a casket. Sure, I would have preferred the traditional homecoming ceremony where I anxiously waited in the bleachers to see him walk onto the field with his guys, but seeing him wheel onto the field to meet his guys as they returned was pretty awesome too.


To all my veteran friends and family, thank you for your service. To all my friends with family members in the military (both current and formerly), thank you for supporting your loved one as they serve(d). Happy Veterans Day!


Bubba - my dad's dad who served in the Air Force. I wish I had a military pic of my other grandfather with me to post.


Justin about to leave for his first deployment

Justin about to leave for his second deployment

Second deployment homecoming

expert infantry badge ruck march

Justin and his squad during his third deployment

Justin and his platoon - so thankful for these men who saved his life

June 9, 2013 shortly before he was injured (aka the last legs picture)

Justin receiving his purple heart

at the homecoming ceremony for his guys - Justin seeing his platoon sergeant for the first time since the day he was injured

with his guys at the homecoming ceremony saluting during the National Anthem