Thursday, November 5, 2009

Happy November!

I was given this story at the ceremony where Marc was presented with his wings. I thought it was fitting for today's events at Ft. Hood. Frankly, there's a spouse needing this story everyday these days.

When God Created the Military Spouse

When the good Lord was creating military spouses, He was into overtime on the sixth day when an angel appeared and said, "You are having a lot of trouble with this one. What is wrong with the standard model?"
And the Lord said,"Have you read the specs on this order? It has to:
~Be completely independent; yet accept being sponsored to come on base.
~Have the qualities of both father and mother during deployments and cruises.
~Run on black coffee.
~Be able to handle flu, cough, fever, bug bites, poison ivy, spilled milk, and the rest of the standard childhood ailments.
~Move all its worldly possessions on a moments notice.
~Have an embrace that can cure anything from a child's scraped knee to someone's weary day.
~Have the patience of a saint and the guts of a prize fighter.
~And have six pairs of hands.
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of way." But the Lord said, "Don't worry, we'll make other military spouses to help." Besides, it's not the hands that are causing the problem, it's the heart. The heart must swell with pride in its family, sustain the ache of separation, beat on soundly when it's too tired to do so, and large enough to understand the shortcoming of her loved ones. And lastly, say I love you, regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, "You must get some rest."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I am too close to creating something unique. Already I have a model who heals itself when sick, can feed a house full of guests at a moments notice, and can wave goodbye to a loved one from a pier or runway and understand that it's importan to the country that this separation must happen."
The angel circled the model of the military spouse very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.
"But tough," said the Lord excitedly, "You can't imagine what this individual must do or endure."
"Can it think?" asked the angel.
"Can it think? It can convert 1400 to 2pm!"
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the creek. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You, You were trying to put too much into this model."
"It's not a leak," said the Lord. "It's a tear."
"What's it for?"
"It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."
"You're a genius!" cried the angel.
The Lord looked somber and said, "I didn't put it there."

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