Still Waiting to Exhale

So, I didn't send holiday cards again this year. This time, it wasn't because I lacked the time, or even the cards. I did every other Christmassy thing on my list, but sending out a summary of this year just felt wrong.

Whenever I talk with anyone, the first thing I hear is, "Any news?" Meaning, does Hanny have a job lined up for when the Air Force is finished with us (at least full-time) on Feb. 17th? Actually, because of the leave he's accrued, we'll move away from here Jan. 31st and go to....a storage unit in Salt Lake? If we move back where we came from, the A.F. will pay for the move. The military is generous when it comes to moving yourself, as in, you pocket thousands of dollars. So moving is not a bad thing. The only problem is the where, and the what?

We've submitted several dozen job applications to every place I can find. Everyone's tried to help, from our bishop who recommended an experienced wilderness fire chief position w/the Forest Service, to scores of jobs H is actually qualified for all around the country & overseas. We don't own a house and are ready to go anywhere really. But what if the only place to go is back where we came from (or even worse, my parents' house)? We've felt guided every step of this remarkable journey we've been on the last two years or so, but have arrived at the point where we just don't know what's next. And time is running out. But no pressure.

So, it seemed premature to be sending out holiday greetings without a forwarding address. This state of affairs was a little overwhelming to me the week after Christmas, and I got a little panicked. Last weekend, peace caught up with me again. I'm focusing on the things I can influence and letting the others go. The kids' school has gone well so far this week. My housework's caught up. I have filing and mending and organizing of photos to keep me busy. I'm praying for my Hanny and trying to laugh as much as possible. No sugar yesterday and today feels like a major accomplishment. Hopefully tomorrow I'll fit in some Yoga and move on to chapter 2 of First Nephi. I'll take some more of that power flowing into my life that President Benson promised by starting to read it through again.

I just watched Sleepless in Seattle tonight. I hate it when you have to wait until the very last second to have things finally work out against all odds, but I guess it makes for a good story afterward. And our story's always been a good one.