The last three weeks have certainly been difficult ones. I am not so self-involved as to say or think that this is "the hardest thing in the world" or that thousands of police wives have not also survived this. But the night Hubby Blue stepped out of the house and went on his first night shift, our lives changed in a big way.
This is not to say that I don't love being married to a cop! I love that the man I married is selfless and giving; I love knowing that I won't ever need to call 911 in case of a crime because I live with 911! I love that my husband can protect me. And, yes, I'll admit, I sometimes even love the uniform! BUT, I am not now or nor have I ever been good at dealing with change. And three weeks ago, my lifestyle was pretty much turned on end. For the two years we've been married, HB and I shared a very "normal" lifestyle. He was still a student and I am a teacher, so we had every weekend off together and we even had some common time off in the summers.
Now, we work at opposite times of the day, and we rarely have any of the same days off. Our time together is now SO precious to me that I refuse to give up any of it. I can't sleep when HB is working - I still haven't figured out if it's the anxiety over his safety or the anxiety of being home alone in an unfamiliar house or both - and I can hardly sleep even when he is home. I have bad dreams almost every night, and I wake up all the time. I have been exhausted for three weeks!
Hubby jokes about my "crazy eyes" when I get really stressed out. One time he told me he felt like "a mouse in a mousetrap factory" because he had to "tiptoe around you or I'll set you off." Now there's a man who can make me laugh when I feel like I'm going insane! I am pretty calm most of the time...but set me off and I prettttty much go off the deep end. These days, I feel less patience with the kids I teach, I went off on a stranger on facebook over some negative comments about police officers (facebook-fighting is really not something I ever do, but get me exhausted and overwhelmed enough, and apparently I become a mother bear defending her cub), and then the icing on the cake was getting rear-ended on my way home from the grocery store yesterday.
There was absolutely no damage to my car, and the other girl didn't even get out of her truck to see if there was any damage to hers. The last time I was in a car accident, I was 20 years old and I had kind of driven into the side of a building (
And then I went to church this morning. I don't know how it happens, but sometimes I get there and I see or hear something that is exactly what I need right at that moment in my life. There it was, at the top of the announcements,
"I have set the LORD always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken." -Psalm 16:8.
It occurred to me that all this time, I have been praying for God to keep Hubby Blue safe from harm, but I have not been asking God to help me through this too. I thought I could do it on my own, I thought that knowing Hubby was happy would be enough to carry me through, I thought Hubby was the only one who needed God's protection through all this. I'd forgotten that the Lord is walking right beside me, ready to carry me when I need it (like I probably needed it yesterday), and I have not been seeing it. I need to remember that all the support in the world from friends and family and even from Hubby Blue means nothing if I don't trust the plan that God has for us. I have always believed that things happen according to God's reasons: He brought Hubby Blue and me into each other's lives for a reason, He sent us to live where we live for a reason, He put me in my job for a reason, and He put Hubby Blue into police work for a reason.
I may not love the night shift, but I do love the Lord, and from here on out, I will be working much harder to trust in Him. With God at my right hand, I will not be shaken.
This was a wonderful post! I've had to stop reading comments on stories about police officers - ugh, just trying to type about why I've erased 3 times and my blood is starting to boil, I'm just going with that you know why. All the emotions running through this post I can relate to. It must be a cycle we go through becoming police wives. But, what an uplifting realization that you had! I totally have always been centered on praying for Officer's safety - not for myself at all. I can definitely pray for both - like you said, everything happens for a reason. We're police wives for a reason! Thanks for all the encouragement! (www.arookieswife.blogspot.com)
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