Just to see you go "bye."

Well, today was the day we learned that Clark is, in fact, NOT going to MOS. Apparently the Sgt who said everything was taken care of and told Clark when he was to report, didn't share the whole truth. Not everything was done. Now the Sgt said, "There's no way in h*** that you will get in to this class starting Monday. Your best bet is the next one." The only problem with that? He couldn't even tell Clark the dates for the next class. Now we just have to wait. Wait and see. During that time... keep us in your prayers. We were counting on a lot of things that revolved around Clark going to MOS. Now that he isn't... well... just pray.

So, today is a rather... slow day, for lack of better words. Although it is supposed to be a day of celebrating Irish heritage... Clark and I don't have enough Irish to claim it. So, we're going to go over other things and hope that, if we did have any Irish ancestors, they'll look over it. I mean, it's not like we have a day to celebrate English, French, German, or Scottish heritage... so why worry about St. Patrick's day?

I think a lot of this is a lesson. I stopped worrying about the "what ifs" and planning and just "went with the flow." That is not a good life plan. I mean, yes, it's good to be spontaneous and enjoy life... but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be prepared... right? We have been depending on the Corps, depending on family, depending on each other... but I don't think we've been depending on God enough through all of this. Maybe He's trying to put the attention back on Him. One of those, "Ummm... excuse me? You think you can do this without Me? You are SO wrong." My mom says I think God has too much of a sedistic humor. I don't know if that's true. Maybe I just try to view God as I want Him to be to me... maybe I have to view Him that way to remind myself.... I don't know.

Maybe I'm just blabbing on and on and on because we just got screwed by the military and I don't want to put it that way.

Maybe I shouldn't post this...

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you.