Hello old friends

I promised you all the whole story. TWO MONTHS AGO!

I'm so sorry.

We moved. Again. Not far, but still. Moving. Stinks.

The story...well...ahhh! Where to begin. In addition to a very stressful situation getting out of our last rental (don't ask!), my husband found out in early Summer that he had failed a very.important.exam.

This v.i.e. would not be a big deal for someone in a civilian residency. They would just retake it. Until they passed. But, the military has some new guidelines that meant due to the timing, he had exactly one chance to retake it and if he failed it again, he was going to be kicked out of residency. M.D., but no practicing medicine any more. Can you imagine!?!

First, I want to say, my husband is a great doctor (I am NOT biased. Not at all. No seriously. Trust me.). He is the sort of Doctor you wish for. He listens. He is humble. He is thorough. He makes you laugh. He's just one of those doctors people really, really like. And, yes, we are sometimes stopped (at the mall, the zoo, church..wherever...) so someone can tell me how much they love him. And, then, of course, I want to tell them about how he can't even get his dirty socks all      the      way    across   the    room to the hamper...but, no one is ever really that interested in that. You probably aren't either!

So, it was heart-breaking to think that all of the work we both put in to get him here...and it was basically where all our blood, sweat and tears had gone for the bulk of our marriage...was perhaps going to vanish in a poof due to a few v.i. points.

So, Dr. hubby had to take time off to study before a new exam was available to be taken. It practically killed him to be away from work. It was very, very difficult. And then he took the two day long (8 hours one day and about 4 the next) exam. Again. And came home and told me, "There is no way. Absolutely No. Way. I passed this exam. I feel worse than last time". And so began 3 excruciatingly long weeks of waiting. All during which he still could not see patients. And it was very, very difficult.

Meanwhile, I prayed. I mean, the kind of prayer where sometimes all I could muster was "O Lord, please help!" and at other times the Rosary over...and over...if only to just keep my mind focused on anything other than waiting.

And curious things happened...

Some priorities became clearer for me. For my husband. For our family. During that waiting we moved. MUCH closer to work. And into a very active military community.

We drew closer to each other. We leaned on each other. We leaned on God. I became very aquainted with St. Joseph and his power intecessory prayers for us. He was the background on my computer. And, I will never be the same. How could I have waited so long to ask him to pray for my family?

We asked very big questions about what God really wanted for our family. And we learned to live very much in the moment. In each little blessing. For each moment together (which, by the way, was a really great side effect of all this--he was home...A lot more than usual!).

Then one day my husband came home from work and I knew he was compulsively checking his email for test results. I was busy pretending to be unpacking. I mean, really, I'm still pretending. I'm tired. Really, really tired of moving. I don't want to do it any more. And, anyway, he came over to me in the living room and collapsed into our red comfy chair. My favorite chair. And he looked as white as a ghost. He shut his eyes. He didn't speak.

I said, "Are the results in?"

He quietly replied, "Yes."

And, I couldn't really speak. Or move...or pray much beyond "HEEELLLLPPPPP"

I said, very, very quietly, "Did you fail?"

And he took a very, very, long and deep breath and said. "No. I passed".

And I screamed.

Then I tackled him and we both cried. And he dove for the phone and I ran down the street a good friend who embraced me and remembered to praise God... so, I remembered too. And, I thanked St. Joseph for praying for my family. And I thanked all of my friends and family for praying and supporting and staying with us through the whole thing. And it was one of the most beautiful moments of my life.

"HE PASSED!!!" my facebook status reported.

And we all rejoiced. And it was very, very good. And, just writing this, I am remembering to count that blessing all over again. And remembering that no matter how it was going to turn out, God was with us through every last moment of that harrowing experience. And He is with us now. And always.




Thank you, thank you, thank you for your prayers. And thank you for all the people who have nudged me back to update this page. I can't promise, but I truly hope not to be away again for so long.