Field Training

Dropping Harris off at the airport

Harris is gone to Field Training. It is only a month... not nearly as long as our separations will be in the future. But its the longest we have been apart so far. One of the hardest parts about it is not being able to talk to him. Ever since we became friends we have pretty much talked all the time, either texting, calling, or in person. It has always been instant, I think of something I want to share with him I can. He will get any message just moments later. But while he is at Field Training we have to communicate through letters. As romantic as getting a love letter from my Airman sounds... it kinda stinks. I want to hear how he is doing... I worry all the time. And when I worry I can't call, FaceTime, text, or even email him to make sure he is ok.

While I was thinking about how we just have to communicate through letters it reminded me of my grandparents. In my church we believe in sharing our testimonies of Jesus Christ through missionary work. Because of WWII my grandpa was a soldier instead of a missionary. After the war he met and fell in love with my grandma. However, they felt they needed the blessing of a mission in their home. So after receiving special permission from church leaders my grandpa left my expectant grandma to go to New Zealand to be a missionary.... And how did they communicate... through letters. Not only was it a lot longer than a month but the letters took a lot longer to get to each other, they had to travel across the ocean on a ship.

When I told my grandma about how my experience seams so little compared to what she went through she just gave a little laugh as she reminisced those times. And agreed it took a long time to hear from him. She then said something wise about how it was hard but we make it through it. And that is the truth. It is hard... but I can do hard things.