Today I’m excited to welcome Carrie Daws as she shares about her life as a military spouse and her latest book, Warriors Bride. Read through to the end to find out how you can enter to win her book in the giveaway.
God rewrote Carrie’s dreams to include being an author. With a background in weekly devotions, a mentor encouraged her to try fiction while a close friend tempted her to work on nonfiction. The writing monster that she now barely keeps contained was born. Since then, she’s completed several books including several resources for military spouses. To learn more about her books, click here. (LINK: http://carriedaws.com/my-books/)
Sometimes, I did not like being the spouse of an active duty airman.
Don’t misunderstand: I love the United States of America and its military. But I struggled with the knowledge that my husband belonged to the government. Sometimes I outright hated that they could interrupt our plans. Frustration would build when I planned a special night or my children’s birthday parties, knowing that he might (and frequently did) miss it.
At times, the words of people who didn’t understand the sacrifices we made as a family hurt me deeply. Occasionally, I’d get discouraged that my husband endured things I knew I didn’t want to for freedoms that other people took for granted. And I can’t forget about my anger in rare moments when someone would spout off at how much America paid its military to sit in schools, go camping, and travel the world.
The bottom line, though, is none of that matters. None of my feelings change the calling God gave my husband. He is still a military man. He’s still called to sacrifice for his country, even now as a civilian on an Army post.
And that means I am called to be a military spouse.
I am thankful that God calls some of our men to military service. Until Jesus returns, we need people who are willing to stand between us and evil. The blessing that is easy to overlook, though, is that as part of this calling to serve and protect, God allows me a front row seat to witness a grand Kingdom purpose come to fruition in my husband.
Have you ever thought about your man or your children fulfilling Kingdom purposes?
It sounds fantastic! But I am often plagued by doubt and feelings of inadequacy. I must remind myself that God strengthens those He calls to do whatever it is He has asked of them. And it doesn’t matter if your family is called the to lines of battle by serving in the military, the police and other first responders, in business, customer service, or home with the kids.
In Judges 6, an angel instructed Gideon, “Go in the strength you have and save Israel out of Midian’s hand” (Judges 6:14). It was only after Gideon stepped out in timid obedience that “the Spirit of the LORD came upon Gideon” (Judges 6:34).
God will always provide everything we need when we need it. You may not see a brave man of God in your husband today, but when it matters, God will provide. It is imperative that you believe this and encourage your husband—and your children—with it.
Our enemy seeks to steal, kill, and destroy (John 10:10). But you can affect positive change. You can strengthen your belief and your family’s understanding that your (their) calling is good and important.
Or you can whine about how you don’t like where God placed you. That’s harsh, I know. But it’s truth I wish someone had imparted to me earlier in my life.
It’s a Giveaway!
The call came down from Command, and your warrior husband is out the door, leaving you behind to handle whatever he has left undone. Whether it’s the day-to-day monotony, the inevitable appliance that breaks, or the months without his presence beside you, being a military spouse brings challenges few appreciate. Yet God sees you and longs for you to boldly step into His plan. He purposely chose you for this moment—for your man. He wants to give you abundantly more than what you have right now and desires you to thrive as your warrior’s bride. One reader will win FIVE paperback copies of this book! For your chance to win, leave a comment below.
Married to the Supersuit
(A scene from The Incredibles, a Disney Pixar movie released in 2004)
LUCIUS (FROZONE): Honey?
LUCIUS (FROZONE): Where’s my supersuit?
LUCIUS (FROZONE): Where is my supersuit?
HONEY: I, uh . . . put it away.
LUCIUS (FROZONE): Where?
HONEY: Why do you need to know?
LUCIUS (FROZONE): I need it!
HONEY: Uh-uh! Don’t you think about running off doing no derrin’-do! We’ve been planning this dinner for two months!
LUCIUS (FROZONE): The public is in danger!
HONEY: My evening’s in danger!
LUCIUS (FROZONE): You tell me where my suit is, woman! We are talking about the greater good!
HONEY: Greater good? I am your wife! I’m the greatest good you are ever gonna get!
One of the greatest frustrations about being married to a military man is knowing that you cannot plan your own life. Your husband, and thus your marriage, is owned by the United States Government, and you are forced to accept the plans for the greater good over your own.
In the movie scene above, Lucius’s wife is freshly reminded of this fact. It had been many years since Frozone’s supersuit was put away, and I’m certain that part of her had relaxed into a false perception that the days of the supersuit were over. However, as Frozone later shows up in full regalia to save the world, we can only assume that his wife dealt with her feelings and pulled out the supersuit, allowing him the freedom to do his job to the best of his ability. I can so totally relate to her.
I can’t count the number of plans that Hubby and I have had to scrap because an urgent call came down the Chain of Command for him to put on his supersuit and save the world from some imminent threat. Or at least go take a class to learn how to save the world from imminent threat. And sometimes I am less than graceful in my acceptance of the inevitable. But I still do it. I still dig out whatever he needs, sometimes grudgingly and other times squelching my thoughts in the breathless whirlwind of trying to get him out the door in whatever time the government has dictated.
I know now, after many years of being a military spouse, that I married a man who isn’t normal. I’ve learned over the years that I didn’t just marry him; I married his supersuit too. And because his supersuit is so much a part of who he is, I have to love it and all its baggage.