My neighbor was kind enough to hook me up with an old friend of his who is stationed in Korea. It was really nice being able to have another single mom connect with me about her experience. She told me about the room I'd probably be living in and gave me some tips on what to bring, what not to bring. She also let me know about the base and what the dining facilities were like there, so I'd probably need a crock pot.
My feeling about Korea today is ... okay. It feels good being able to talk with someone who can actually let me see, mentally, what I'm getting into.
I received a phone call from a good brother-friend of mine, J Guy. He was so upset that I'd be leaving my kids to serve this tour. I was pretty encouraged by him calling to comfort me and share his brotherly love for me. I felt loved.
I'm trying to get a hold of my friend, Daniel, who is currently struggling with a divorce. He and his family are a beautiful thing and I always admired them as a unit. To know that they are suffering so much hurts me and I'm so concerned for them all. He hasn't written me back in almost a month and the last e-mail he wrote expressed how frustrated, angry, and hurt he is. I sent him another e-mail today. Tomorrow, I will try to call him.
Patrick and I are about to Skype tonight. I sent him part one of two Christmas gifts and I want him to open it tonight. Partly because I was worried when he told me that the FedEx guy tossed it onto his porch. It's a wooden humidor! I'm worried it might be broken and I want to be able to have him return it in time for him to receive part two-- eleven very fine Dominican cigars. I couldn't get Cubans. Anyway, I'm excited to see how he'll react if the humidor is in good shape. He likes cigars.
Lastly, I hate keeping this Korea a secret from the kids. I won't break, though. I don't want to hang that over their heads during Christmas. I'll wait til after my oldest boy's birthday in January. Sigh. I hate thinking of leaving them. If you're a parent, you know the feeling.
I wish I could bring Bruce with me. He's my companion, my friend. He may be a dog but he's my favorite person aside from my human-family. He looks at me with giant eyes and I hate knowing I won't see them for a whole year.
Finally, I just want to say that I praise God. For everything. He never wastes a hurt. He never wastes tears. He is my Father. And I love Him so much.