When we lived in Alaska, there was a very talented lady who lived a few doors down from us. Her name is Stephanie Rarick, and she does all kinds of crafts ~ her scrapbook pages have been in countless magazines, and she has sold her wood crafts (mostly painted signs, Christmasy stuff) to people all over the world.
Just about every military person I know, no matter what branch or status as active duty, dependent, spouse, retired, Guard, Reserve, etc., either owns or has seen the "Home is where the (insert your military branch here) sends you" plaques. Stephanie makes these plaques, only hers are the prettiest and most detailed I’ve ever seen. Her plaques are in the shape of a house, with little miniature houses hanging below that detail where you have lived while in the military.
Her houses come in a variety of colors and color combinations, and she will personalize them for you. She made one for us just before we left Alaska ~ the detail is incredible. You have to see it in person to really appreciate it, but here are a couple of pictures to give you the general idea (click on the picture to see a larger version).
The shingles on the roof and the bricks on the face of the house actually have texture; the window boxes are full of cheerily colored flowers; the little heart next to the door has our name on it (which I Photo Shopped out so I could post the close-up picture), with an "est. 1989" below it; Stephanie even added shutters and drapes to the windows. She gave us 4 extra little houses to have personalized with the names of the bases if we move again.
I was emailing with another military wife yesterday ~ one of The Fruit of the Spirit graphic displayers ~ who is stationed overseas with her husband and 3 children. Her blog is lovely, and reading it has really encouraged me in the area of being content. I’ve always been told by other, more experienced military wives to "bloom where you’re planted." When I was younger, with two little kids who I was homeschooling, a husband who was often TDY for weeks or months at a time, living in an area of the country I did NOT want to live in, feeling isolated and alone, it was very easy to wallow in a self-pity party. I would lament over how hard it was for me, how I hated the heat and humidity, how I shouldn’t have to raise my children on my own since I DID have a husband, how it wasn’t fair that I didn’t have anyone to help me, etc., etc. Really ~ there were times when the self-pity party went on for weeks and weeks.
One day, though, it finally dawned on me. All of those things were true, but the circumstances of my life weren’t the problem; my attitude was. As I began to thank God for my circumstances ~ for 2 healthy children I had been given the privilege of homeschooling, for a husband who loved me, for my husband’s job that allowed me the opportunity to stay home with my children, for the home God had provided, the food He put on our table, for a friendly neighbor who was willing to help out by watching my kids for a couple of hours whenever I needed to go shopping or just get out of the house, and for several people He had placed in my life as spiritual and homeschooling mentors ~ I realized that I was exactly where God wanted me to be.
The plaque that hangs on my wall, with the names of every base we’ve been to, reminds me on a daily basis that while "Home is where the Air Force sends you," God is the One Who is ultimately in control. The military sends us where God wants us, and God wants us wherever the military sends us.
It would have been SO easy for me to dredge up the pity party when we found out we had to leave Alaska to go back to Arkansas. Honestly, the heat and humidity in Arkansas are NOT my favorite things. I didn’t want to leave Alaska ~ we love the mountains, rivers and lakes, the 22 hours of daylight in the summer, the temperate summer weather, the fluffy snow, the amazing Northern Lights, all the wildlife, the king salmon fishing in the spring, the multitude of outdoor activities in both the summer and the winter, the smell of the fresh air and fresh-fallen snow, and did I mention the breathtaking mountains ? (Oh, yeah, I guess I did.) We have friends there who we consider family, and leaving them was the hardest part. The pity party was just dying to rear its ugly little head.
But Roger and I both knew in our hearts that God has a plan for us, and that part of His plan was that we move back to Arkansas. That’s what the plaque reminds me of every single day. I placed it in a very prominent, visible place in our home in Arkansas for that very reason. To remind me that no matter where the AF sends us, God has a purpose for us there. It’s my daily reminder to bloom where I’m planted, because where I’m planted is exactly where God wants me to bloom.