Reading might have to drop pretty far down on the priority list for now. We just received confirmation this morning that my husband will be deploying for fourteen (yes, fourteen) months to a part of the world not presently known for drawing tourists in great quantities. To be honest, I feel a bit as though God just took my life and threw it against the wall. I was hoping that our time in Hawaii could be spent together. After all, we've been married for four years, and I think I've seen him maybe half that time. But I suppose there's a bigger plan here, something I can't see or understand. My husband was wondering if he's been doing something wrong all this time; why can't we just have a normal life? Maybe God doesn't want us to have a normal life, though. Maybe we're not the typical white picket fence, three kids and a dog, Americans. That's actually a little scary. What else are we're going to have to face in the future?
But I'm not complaining. There are so many people who have worse situations that I really can't complain. We're healthy; he has a job; and I have a family that's willing to open its doors to me when things like this happen.
All that aside, I'm still trying to finish The Count of Monte Cristo and Albion. I also have How the Scots Invented the Modern World, A History of Wales, and Inventing the Victorians. We're leaving in a little over a month: now that will be some marathon reading (if it even happens).
By the way, we would greatly appreciate anyone's prayers.